vncnus Chapter 152 Who writes a diary if they're a decent person?
Chapter 152 Who writes a diary if they're a decent person?
Chapter 152 Who writes a diary if they're a decent person?
Russell decisively shut down the chat group, and the messages that were still frantically flooding the screen disappeared instantly, bringing a moment of peace to the world.
Well, when Xiao Yan asks later, he'll just say he's in seclusion.
He walked through the front hall with practiced ease, arrived at the door of the inner room, and, following his usual rhythm, pushed the door open and went in without a second thought.
Then----
"You guys really know how to surprise me."
Russell looked at the scene before him and sighed deeply.
What the hell is a surprise?
That's what you call a fucking surprise!
Mu Wanqing stood in front of Madam Wen, who was bound hand and foot and suspended in mid-air, holding a leather whip. She was completely absorbed in her own world and could not extricate herself.
Madam Wen's toes barely touched the ground, her toes pointed, the arch of her instep as beautiful as a bow, making her look like prey suspended in the center of a spider web.
Russell coughed lightly, and Mu Wanqing finally reacted. She turned her head sharply, saw the person at the door, and immediately a bright smile bloomed on her face. She ran happily towards him, saying, "You're back!"
Russell glanced at Mrs. Wen, who was struggling to stay afloat, then at the woman in front of him with a smug look on her face, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sharing your affection with Sister Bai!"
Mu Wanqing said with a smile, her tone carrying a hint of seeking credit.
"Alright, alright." Russell tapped Mu Wanqing's head and put Madam Wen down, but the blindfold was still on.
As the restraints were removed, Madam Wen felt a soreness spreading from both sides of her cheeks, and it took her a while to say, "Wanqing—"
—Is it over?
Russell looked at her and said softly, "It's me, I'm back."
Madam Wen was startled, and her body froze.
A blush spread visibly from her cheeks to her ears. Her hands, bound behind her back, clenched tightly, her knuckles white, her nails almost digging into her palms.
A strong sense of shame surged through my body, like a bucket of scalding water being poured over my head and toes.
"Fellow Daoist Luo—" Madam Wen turned her face slightly away, unwilling to face Russell's direction.
Why did it have to happen at this time? It's so incredibly embarrassing!
Russell stepped forward, supporting her waist with one hand, and said with a light laugh, "Don't be nervous, this is just a game. You can quit anytime if you don't want to."
"Okay." Madam Wen nodded gently.
"Do you want to continue?" Russell then asked.
Madam Wen pursed her lips, and after a long while, she said in a voice barely above a whisper, "—I want to."
Mu Wanqing laughed from the side, "I knew Sister Bai would like it!"
Madam Wen's face turned even redder, and she quickly glared at her shyly, saying, "Stop talking—"
The voice was soft and sweet, like a mushy glutinous rice ball, completely lacking the majesty of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Mu Wanqing chuckled, eager to try.
Before he could make a move, a hand grabbed her wrist. Mu Wanqing looked up at Russell with a puzzled expression.
Russell didn't speak, but raised his chin and pointed to the corner of the wall. Mu Wanqing followed his gaze and saw that was where she usually knelt.
"Oh." She stuck out her tongue, her arrogance vanished instantly, and she quickly put down the whip and tiptoed over.
— (1311 words of detailed description omitted here. PS: This is not a metaphor, it really is 1311 words. Although it has been added, I am still very desperate.)
Another absurd night has passed.
As dawn breaks, the golden sun rises in the east.
Russell leaned against the headboard, embracing both of them. Mu Wanqing leaned on his left shoulder, and Madam Wen leaned on his right. His hands were around their waists, and his fingers unconsciously drew circles around their waists.
Clearly, they haven't rested since they returned last night.
All I remember is the moon outside the window moving from east to west, candles burning one after another, and bed sheets being changed again and again.
Russell leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this rare tranquility. The sage mode came quickly and went quickly.
Russell, emerging from his reverie, tightened his grip on the two delicate figures on either side of her, pulling them closer to his embrace: "How are you feeling, Madam?"
His answer came from the left with a chirping sound.
Oh, I forgot.
Russell grinned and turned to look at Mrs. Wen, whose cheeks were flushed and who was looking at him with a resentful expression, unable to utter a single word.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Madam Wen moved her chin, which was sore from being stretched, and took a deep breath: "Fellow Daoist, you really have no mercy for women."
Her voice was still a little hoarse, a lingering effect of shouting for too long last night.
"I think Madam was quite comfortable last night; her reaction was even stronger than Wanqing's," Russell said cheerfully, pinching her waist with his fingers.
Mu Wanqing, whose restrictions had also been lifted, nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Exactly!"
One can only say that he truly deserves to be called a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Wanqing!" Madam Wen was so ashamed that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground. She quickly buried her head in Russell's shoulder, not daring to look at him or Mu Wanqing.
Russell stopped joking.
He simply leaned quietly against the headboard, his fingers gently caressing their smooth shoulders. They were equals in terms of personality, and if it weren't for their indulgence and love for him, he wouldn't have been so unrestrained.
In fact, the Chinese idiom that best describes Russell's current situation is "arrogance due to favoritism."
As he said, this is just a game, a magnificent and wonderful adventure, a challenge to oneself.
Actively embrace those most primal desires that are usually wrapped up by reason and politeness.
Knowing what you can become and what you can feel after completely letting down your guard.
He and they were all fellow travelers.
Turning his gaze away, Russell focused his mind on the system space.
The panel unfolded before him, shimmering with pale blue light, and displaying a dense array of numbers.
The source points are increasing continuously. Naturally, the world cannot be changed overnight. There will be income every moment, but there is still a considerable distance to the number 888888. At this rate, it will probably take many years to accumulate.
It can only be said that the task is arduous and the road ahead is long. Relying solely on the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, it's uncertain how long it will take to accumulate enough resources. It's time to set off and continue exploring other worlds.
"The land of gentle pleasures is the graveyard of heroes—" Russell pinched the two women's milky white breasts hard, accusing them of eroding his will.
After much painful reflection, Russell decided to stop repeating the same mistakes day after day. To this end, he decided to write in his diary to warn himself against making the same error again.
How can someone who aspires to attain immortality lie in a woman's arms all day without getting up? What kind of talk is that?
Starting today, I must abstain from pornography!
"The twelfth day of the twelfth month of the first year of the Heavenly Palace Calendar, sunny. Abstaining from lust, cultivating. My senior sister has successfully completed her Foundation Establishment. Her increased strength has given her a slight illusion, and she insisted on a one-on-one fight with me, only to be defeated. Little Wanqing even tried to tempt me. Am I such a person who can't resist temptation? I severely reprimanded her. Alas, I am truly a heartless man."
"December 13th, sunny. Still abstaining from pornography. I'm such a persistent man! Keep it up, Russell! You're the best! PS: My senior sister is back again, what a loser."
"December 14th, sunny. Abstaining from lust, cultivating, and tormenting my senior sister. Today's daily routine of the three items was completed smoothly and in one go."
In the afternoon, Master Kumārajīva returned with Su Xinghe and the Eight Friends of Hangu Pass. The Master still addressed me as "Master" repeatedly and said that he wanted to bring the entire Esoteric School into the family of the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Palace. It was truly hard to refuse his hospitality. Sometimes I couldn't help but feel troubled by my own charm.
Furthermore, surprisingly, these junior disciples and grand-disciples possessed remarkably high talent in cultivation. Although Old Su was older, his cultivation speed was in no way slower than his senior sister's. As his senior sister said, it was a pity about his talent; if he had devoted all his energy to martial arts training, Ding Chunqiu would likely not have had a chance to cause trouble. It can only be said that the revival of the Free and Unfettered Heavenly Palace is just around the corner.
"The fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month, sunny turning cloudy. Quitting—I couldn't quit, it's really not my fault, Wanqing insisted. Oh well."
I'll quit again tomorrow. Oh, and I also tormented my senior sister today.
"December 16th, cloudy. Wanqing set a bad precedent; Madam Wen wore a really amazing dress today, and I couldn't resist. Failed to abstain from sex 2. I'll definitely abstain tomorrow."
"December 17th. Sunny. Abstaining from lust, cultivating, and tormenting my senior sister. I admire her perseverance and never give up despite repeated defeats, but out of respect for my opponent, I will also continue to use my full strength!"
"December 18th. Sunny. Abstaining from lust. Xiaobai is back. She was tricked into a room by Madam Wen and Wanqing, and then she never came out again. I can't bear to think about it—"
"December 19th. Sunny. Madam Wen and Xiaobai worked together to improve the cultivation method, so that the dual cultivation method was no longer restricted to men and women."
Wanqing has entered the Foundation Establishment Realm. Her senior sister is currently in seclusion.
"December 20th. Sunny. Abstaining from lust, I went boating with Wanqing on Tianchi Lake. We discovered a cave there, and inside was a corpse dressed in a Taoist robe. Based on the internal energy circulation and the time of death, I deduced that this was my cheap master, Xiaoyaozi. Clearly, he had not found the method to transform internal energy into liquid, and returned to Tianshan in the last moments of his life, passing away here."
"The 21st day of the twelfth lunar month. Cloudy. A simple funeral was held for our nominal master. My senior sister was very sad. After all, according to what I said before, our master should have broken through the void and ascended to heaven at this moment. She seemed to have guessed something, but she didn't say anything."
Actually, I had anticipated this would happen when I brought back my cheap master's body, and I even prepared some lines like "parallel universe," but it seems they won't be of any use now.
Sure enough, the lie was eventually exposed, but the outcome was ultimately good. As long as my senior sister acknowledges me as her junior brother, she will always be my senior sister.
"December 22nd, sunny. Abstaining from lust, practicing spiritual cultivation, and abusing my senior sister."
"December 23rd, sunny. Abstaining from lust, practicing spiritual cultivation, and abusing my senior sister."
"December 24th, sunny. Abstaining from lust, practicing self-cultivation. I went too far yesterday, my senior sister is recovering."
"The 25th of the twelfth lunar month. Cloudy. Xiao Yan, who had been silent for a long time, finally made a move. Unfortunately, just like Yun Yun back then, he avoided answering no matter how we asked him. It was really infuriating. He obviously didn't treat us group members as family. We must condemn him."
Senior Sister is still recovering from her injuries, but the results are always good. After these few days of sparring, she has firmly established herself in the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Whether it is magic or magical treasures, she handles them with ease and is already a mature cultivator.
By the way, Han Li sent a message saying that they have departed from Qingzhu Island and are preparing to return to Tiannan via the teleportation array. This means that the plot is about to shift from speeding through the Star Sea to returning to Tiannan, and Luoyun Sect will finally welcome its true leader.
Sister Nan's modifications to the Qin Dynasty are progressing smoothly. Fortunately, her storyline aligns with Qin's Moon. Based on the numerous Qin's Moon fanfics and original plots I sent her, Sister Nan seems to have found her direction, which is a good start. If this still can't change history, then we'll throw Ye Fan over there and see if Ye Fan's fists are stronger, or the will of the world is stronger.
"December 26th. Minor Snow. Something's not right. Lu Mingfei seems to have vanished into thin air. I checked the chat history; his last message was over a month ago, and there's been no activity since. Holy crap! Could he really have been caught by the big boss?! Oh no! The gossip-loving group is in danger! Silence! We must remain silent! This is not a drill!"
"December 27th. Minor Snow. Abstaining from lust, cultivating, torturing my senior sister. Why does it feel like Wanqing and the others don't need me anymore? —"
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"The 28th of the twelfth lunar month. Heavy snow. No, we can't quit anymore. If we continue, they'll have to absorb it internally. We can't let all our hard work of two or three years be wiped out in one fell swoop. Suppress them, we must suppress them severely!"
"The 29th of the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow. Another day full of energy. After traveling through time for a few years, the achievement of sleeping in the same bed with the big quilt has finally been unlocked. It can be said that I have lived up to my dream at the beginning. Little White actually turned back into a fox at the happiest moment, almost making me make a big mistake. I really deserve to be punished!"
There's still no news about Lu Mingfei, but it's not a big problem. If Ye Fan knows, it means Future Ye knows, so Lu Mingfei is probably fine. If trouble arises that even Future Ye can't solve, there's no use in us lackeys worrying.
In addition, Dali officially joined the Qingzhu Laboratory yesterday. It can only be said that she is truly a miracle girl born in the millennium of comedy anime. In just a few days, she has already been able to keep up with Han Li's thinking. Alas, the future of Young Master Wen is worrying.
Ning Yan returned to the capital unscathed, without the dramatic resurrection scene from the original story. He even managed to pull off a minor stunt using the information gap with the night watchman and Li Miaozhen. However, he also lost his chance at the viscount title; he'll have to wait until he reaches the third rank or higher to marry a princess. Hmm, looking forward to the live stream of the Buddhist duel.
Xiao Yan has finally left the Tagor Desert and is heading towards the capital. The three-year agreement is finally about to begin, and Emperor Yun Tian is about to make his appearance. I'm actually quite excited about it.
Finally, tomorrow is Chinese New Year. After the holiday, I'll continue my journey, hoping this time I can find a suitable world.