Chapter 737: You Can Also Create Authentic Cold Water

Chapter 737: You Can Also Create Authentic Cold Water

“Mm? What do you mean?”

Upon hearing this, Lin Nuo slowly set down the bottle in his hand.

It had been a long time since he cared about how things were going with Ling Meng; he had thought everything was smooth sailing for them, but it turns out there was this situation.

Thinking about it, it made sense. After all, their faction was different from Mu Yiting’s; Mu Yiting fully understood his tactical essence. However, Ling Meng’s side being from the Refining Demon Sect was rather flamboyant, so trouble was bound to arise.

If it were anyone else, Lin Nuo wouldn’t worry much, but the Sword Saint was another story.

After all, the plot dictated that he would end up cutting down Ling Meng, so for her to run into him was quite ominous.

Although the theoretical plotline hadn’t reached that point, it might have happened earlier; many events had changed in this life, the biggest being that he was now labeled a hero by a bunch of people.

“Because their force is expanding, and with people falling into darkness everywhere, the Refining Demon Sect has become the enemy of all. Coincidentally, the elusive Sword Saint passed through Ling Yuan’s territory, and just so happens they rounded up a large batch of new Demon Disciples, so the Sword Saint destroyed it, resulting in heavy casualties among the Demon Disciples.”

“And Ling Meng? Is she still alive?”

“I’m not really sure about that. I can’t determine if she survived. I only know that their original territory has been destroyed. They’re also untraceable.”

Mu Yiting replied, taking a handkerchief and reaching toward Lin Nuo’s mouth to wipe off the residue of the cold water.

Such thoughtfulness showed her potential as a maid.

“You seem to really care about her.”

Mu Yiting had noticed something.

“Do I?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“I was just asking, and besides, you brought it up first.”

Lin Nuo finished off the bottle; alright, that made one less bottle of cold water.

“The water’s gone.”

“Here you go.”

Mu Yiting handed him a second bottle of cold water. Lin Nuo took it without courtesy, not even saying thank you, and chugged it down.

This stuff was like joy water, the more he drank, the more addicted he became. When he suddenly ran out, his throat was dry, which felt extremely uncomfortable.

“One thing is quite concerning—apparently, Ling Meng’s master, Wu Ying Ge, didn’t go to help her. You said you knew him, right?”

“I know him. But we haven’t been in contact; I don’t know if he’s still alive.”

Lin Nuo said it nonchalantly, since he knew best whether the man was alive or not.

“Actually, I have a hypothesis. Do you think Wu Ying Ge, Ni Daye, and Lin Nuo could be the same person?”

Mu Yiting moved in closer to Lin Nuo, staring directly into his eyes.

Lin Nuo kept up his indifferent façade, you think what you want, I’ll drink what I want, no interference.

Just because you say so, does it make it true?

It actually could be.

But if I don’t admit it, then it’s not!

“What are you talking about? How could they be the same person? At least others are in demon refining; do I look like I’m into demon refining?”

“Not exactly. But you are.”

“…You just say what you think, huh?”

“Yes, you are. Given your capabilities, it wouldn’t be surprising for you to know demonic techniques. Besides, the magical weapons you forge are top-tier, even the artifact masters of the Refining Demon Sect feel inferior. That’s quite telling.”

“Nope. Artifact forging and demon cultivation are two different things entirely. It’s fundamentally different; to be Ling Meng’s master means possessing exceptional cultivation. I’m just a cultivator hanging around the Xuanyun Sect; do you think I could have high-level demon powers?”

Lin Nuo retorted. Logically, it really wasn’t very likely.

But Mu Yiting’s way of thinking was quite out of the ordinary, definitely not letting it go by normal reasoning.

“It is possible. No, it’s certain.”

“…”

So you’re just going to cling to that one point, huh? Forcing me to be Wu Ying Ge?

“Whatever, if you think so, then it is.”

Lin Nuo was too lazy to argue with her. Why not write an essay to prove it?

“Since it’s not true, then I don’t need to tell you about her matter.”

Mu Yiting sighed lightly, showing a disappointed expression.

“Weren’t you the one saying you didn’t know anything?”

“I know, but not entirely.”

“What do you mean?”

“You taught me that one should leave some lines when speaking; you cannot say everything.”

Mu Yiting narrowed her eyes and smiled, her face beaming, but beneath it, another scheme was brewing.

“If you keep acting like this, I might suspect you’re poisoning my water.” Lin Nuo teased.

“How could I possibly poison you? What would I do if you died?”

Mu Yiting slowly leaned closer to Lin Nuo, starting to have intimate skin contact.

“So, you’re hiding something from me. You actually do know about Ling Meng’s situation.”

Lin Nuo caught on to the hint; this clever woman truly had some schemes.

Well, in the underworld, you don’t survive without a few tricks up your sleeve.

“If you weren’t her master, why would you care so much? Her life and death have nothing to do with you. There’s no need for you to hide it. I saw her snatch from you once; I was at the scene. If it didn’t work out the first time, who knows about the second? Actually, I’ve been thinking, you roam among all these organizations; what’s your ultimate goal? Are you in the light or the dark?”

“Those who know too much don’t end up well.”

“Then just kill me. I’m willingly offering myself to you.”

“I’ve never heard such a ridiculous request. You want me to kill you? I wouldn’t kill you just because you asked.”

Lin Nuo gulped down another bottle of cold water. Not sure if it was because he hadn’t drunk in a while, but he finished it off quickly.

He wanted another bottle; his stomach wasn’t satisfied yet.

“Again? You didn’t bring enough.”

“If you drank them, it’s not enough. I have a way to ensure you drink enough. It might be a small quantity, but it packs a punch.”

“What is it?”

Lin Nuo was puzzled; had this little Mu developed a new product? Something stronger than cold water?

“You’ve tasted it before.”

Before he knew it, Mu Yiting had already sat on Lin Nuo’s lap, placing her hands on his shoulders.

This scene felt oddly familiar.

“You take a sip, and I’ll take a sip.”

With that, Mu Yiting kissed Lin Nuo’s lips. The instant they connected, Lin Nuo felt the sweet burst of cold water.

This flavor was rich, better than cold water; one could say this saliva was the essence of cold water, concentrated to the max; just a brief kiss could rival a bottle of cold water.

While he had kissed her before, it had never felt this intense; this was the most satisfying one he’d ever had with her.

Was this woman using some kind of trick? Was her saliva really the essence of cold water?

It should be! What he mixed up didn’t have this taste!

The two of them were like a couple sneaking around, finding a deserted corner, and kissing and touching away. If this got out, Master Cong’s group would undoubtedly blow up.

Mu Yiting was more civilized than Qin Shili; at least her clothes were still intact. When Qin Shili got excited, she’d start undressing him, and if that didn’t work, she’d just tear it off.

“Do you like it?”

Mu Yiting’s pink lips lightly left Lin Nuo’s mouth.

“Pretty good. It’s just that kind of feeling; your recipe was just missing this.”

“This isn’t something you can buy; it can only come from me. Of course, if you want the whole experience, there’s a way.”

“What way?”

“Well…”

Mu Yiting gently leaned in closer to Lin Nuo’s ear, emitting a sultry voice,

“Just take me.”