The Departure of the Clone, Luger the Third Wheel!

Chapter 123 The Departure of the Clone, Luger the Third Wheel!

In the woods behind the mountain, a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves.

Lu Xiaobai, who was assisting Lu Linglong in circulating her cultivation technique, suddenly paused slightly.

Through the soul connection, he could clearly sense that the Minister of Intelligence and the Minister of Magic had already impatiently activated the long-distance teleportation array, and then, along with his "cheap master" Aozaki Touko, located the hidden spatial anchor points deep in the laboratory on the second basement floor of the villa, and then just slipped away.

(Those two guys————)

(They really weren't willing to waste a single moment, determined to squeeze every last drop of value out of the old woman's remaining time.)

Lu Xiaobai muttered to himself, feeling both amused and helpless.

"call----"

Just then, Lu Linglong, whom he had been enveloping, let out a long, weary breath, and the Qi circulating within her body was finally completely exhausted.

Her body went limp, as if she had lost all her strength, and she collapsed backward without any warning.

Lu Xiaobai immediately composed himself, and his semi-transformed form quickly condensed back into a physical entity.

He gently wrapped his arm around her, pulling her body close to his chest.

Looking down, one could see that her fair skin had a healthy blush from the intense circulation of Qi.

Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, temples, and even neck, and a few strands of pink hair were damp with sweat, sticking to his cheeks and neck.

Her chest rose and fell slightly as she breathed softly, exuding a sense of exhaustion from exercise and a strange allure.

With a slight flick of magic at his fingertips, Lu Xiaobai cast a silent cleaning spell.

The sweat on Lu Linglong's body and clothes vanished instantly, leaving only a clean and refreshing feel and a faint body odor.

But instead of letting go, he adjusted his position so that she could rest her head on his lap more comfortably, creating an intimate scene of a lap pillow.

Lu Xiaobai gently combed through Lu Linglong's slightly messy pink hair with one hand, his movements as delicate as if he were handling a precious piece of porcelain. With his other hand, he conjured up a bottle of expensive dark blue potion, uncorked it, and carefully offered it to Lu Linglong's lips.

"Linglong, have some water, it will help you recover faster."

This time, Lu Linglong did not refuse as before. She simply opened her mouth slightly and swallowed the cool, fragrant liquid in small sips.

She was acutely aware of her own shortcomings, and her desire to become stronger had never been so intense.

Whether it was out of the instinct of an alien to pursue power, or the determination in her heart to protect the boy beside her, it all pushed her to move forward faster and harder.

The solid foundation she laid at Quanzhen Temple from a young age meant that her life cultivation was actually not much inferior to that of Lu Xiaobai, who only started cultivating at the age of fourteen.

What's lacking now is simply mastering these more profound and bizarre techniques.

If she succeeds, she is confident that she will be hard to beat among her peers. Even Zhang Lingyu, the master of Longhu Mountain, or Zhuge Qing of Wuhou Qimen, she feels that she can easily defeat them.

"noob----"

The warmth from the medicine spread throughout her body, relieving her fatigue and giving her voice a languid, dependent quality.

She gently grasped the wrist of Lu Xiaobai who was combing her hair, then pulled his hand down and pressed it against her warm cheek, rubbing it gently like a kitten seeking comfort.

Lu Xiaobai understood immediately. The delicate touch from her fingertips stirred his heart. He obediently stroked her cheek with his fingertips, the action carrying a doting affection that he himself was unaware of.

"you say----"

"How often should we practice like this from now on?"

Lu Linglong's voice was soft and sweet. Like a little animal that had found a comfortable nest, she snuggled closer to Lu Xiaobai, looking for a warmer and more comfortable position.

One hand also began to wander restlessly, tentatively tracing circles on Lu Xiaobai's waist.

Lu Xiaobai let her make her little movements, even indulging her by adjusting her posture to make her more comfortable, before softly responding, "Mmm—"

"Actually, the frequency depends on your own tolerance and digestion capabilities."

"Once every few days, or—several times a day, it's all fine. The key is whether you can quickly grasp and consolidate each improvement."

"With sufficient potion support, recovery will be faster."

"Ideally, twice a day is best; that's the most efficient way."

As he spoke, magic flowed in his icy blue right eye, and he quietly activated his Demon Eye, carefully examining the circulation of energy within Lu Linglong's body and the degree of adaptation of her meridians.

"The first guidance went very well, much more smoothly than expected."

"This is mainly due to the solid mindset you've built over the past decade or so, and your foundation is very strong."

He withdrew his demonic eye, looked down at the girl in his arms, and gently affirmed and encouraged her.

"Um----"

Lu Linglong let out a satisfied, slightly nasal hum, seemingly quite pleased with his praise.

The two nestled together in the quiet forest, sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting warm dappled patterns. A gentle mountain breeze blew, and time seemed to slow down.

The air was filled with the fragrance of grass, soil, and the faint scent of the girl in his arms.

However, as time quietly passed, and with the warmth brought by the medicine and the close touch of their limbs, a small flame called restlessness gradually ignited in Lu Linglong's heart.

It felt like being gently tickled on the heart by the fluffy tip of a kitten's tail—a ticklish sensation that left one restless.

She could clearly feel the boy's warm body temperature, hear his slightly quickened heartbeat, and smell his intoxicating scent.

An indescribable longing drove her to begin moving her body little by little, almost greedily, in his arms.

Like a cat stealthily approaching its prey, she slowly rubbed against him, her nose almost touching the crook of his neck, deeply and silently inhaling the comforting yet thrilling scent emanating from him.

Occasionally, she would not be able to resist opening her mouth and gently, with a hint of provocation and teasing, nibble at his delicate skin, leaving a shallow, almost invisible tooth mark.

The hand that had been circling his waist became bolder, silently slipping under his clothes. Its cool, soft palm pressed directly against his fair, warm skin, and with a hint of curiosity and even more desire, began to wander slowly and awkwardly.

Lu Xiaobai's body stiffened slightly from her double attack of "touching from head to toe," and his breathing involuntarily became heavier.

He could feel his cheeks starting to burn, and his heartbeat became erratic, pounding against his chest.

But he didn't push her away; instead, a sense of submission and longing that he couldn't quite explain took over.

He unconsciously tightened his arms around her waist, holding her closer to his chest. Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the softness and fullness of her waist.

At this moment, the two of them were no different from any other young couple deeply in love, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

Lu Linglong raised her head slightly, her eyes somewhat hazy with emotion. Her large, watery eyes looked at the face so close to hers, a face that was both excessively beautiful and yet showed a hint of helplessness.

"noob----"

She couldn't help but whisper his name, her voice filled with undisguised love and desire.

"Linglong, I'm here—"

Lu Xiaobai's cheeks flushed and his heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest under her direct and intense gaze.

He responded softly, somewhat overwhelmed, and subconsciously closed his eyes. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips parted slightly as if he were silently waiting for or inviting something to arrive.

One is a young boy who has been clueless and slow to understand love for more than ten years and has just begun to realize it; the other is a seemingly generous and cheerful young woman who is actually just as naive.

Once the two cross a certain line and become inseparable, it's like dry wood meeting a raging fire.

You can be ignited by the other person anytime, anywhere, leaving only instinct and the desire to explore. It all depends on who can't resist taking the initiative first and who half-heartedly submits.

Seeing this, "Hmm————"

Lu Linglong no longer hesitated.

Her moist lips, teasing, curved into a slight smile. Then, like a feather, they slid up Lu Xiaobai's neck, past his jawline, brushed against his burning cheeks, and inhaled his pleasant scent. Finally, with a clear and slow aim, she approached those slightly parted lips she had long coveted.

Lu Xiaobai felt all the blood rushing to his head, and the wet and soft touch on his face almost robbed him of all his ability to think.

He completely ignored the frantic, protesting mental fluctuations emanating from the other end of the soul connection—the Minister of Intelligence and the Minister of Magic—and immersed himself in this sudden intimacy and bliss.

However, just as their breaths completely mingled and their lips were about to touch, at the very last moment, "feed."

"I'm back!"

A clear, loud, and somewhat cheerful boyish voice suddenly rang out from the woods not far behind the two of them!

The sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly shattering the ambiguous atmosphere!

"Huh!?"

Lu Xiaobai was so frightened that his social anxiety instincts as a "Minister of Magic" instantly overwhelmed everything!

He jerked his head back as if electrocuted, narrowly avoiding Lu Linglong's impending kiss.

At the same time, as if burned, she quickly released her arms from Lu Linglong's waist, instinctively trying to create distance, her face filled with panic, like a child caught doing something wrong.

"?"

Ruger, the blond boy who had just run back from playing in the woods, blinked his clear and innocent blue eyes. He tilted his head and looked at his older brother and sister, who had suddenly jumped away, their faces flushed, and one of them was still frozen in place, looking at him with murderous eyes.

He uttered three bewildered words: "What are you doing?"

(Lu Linglong's inner thoughts: Holy crap, [a plant]!!!)