Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

"Sister Chen, please don't tell anyone about this. I don't want to have trouble finding peace in the future."

Lin Mo's tone was calm, and his refusal was crisp and decisive.

The practice of channeling internal energy into needles is too complex to explain clearly.

Besides, treating cancer is such a shocking thing, and fame brings trouble, a principle he has understood since childhood.

Once the threshold is breached, all sorts of monsters and demons will come knocking, and we'll be exhausted.

If we decide who to save and who not to save, there will always be those we can't take care of. What will those who are rejected think?

If someone harbors resentment and secretly shoots us in the back, or plants a bomb to kill us all, then we'll be at a huge loss.

"Too."

Chen Ting nodded, but then changed the subject.

"But Xiao Mo, I think you don't have to treat other people's illnesses, but you'd better use your medical skills to get on the good side of a few powerful and influential people."

After all, this is a society governed by the rule of law. If you want to live a peaceful life, you need someone to stand up for you.

In case something happens someday, there's someone to back you up, right?

Lin Mo did not respond immediately.

Chen Ting's words make sense.

Although he is not short of money now, in this city, money alone is far from enough.

He killed Xu Jiang and Duan Xing using shady methods, but he might encounter other troubles in the future. He can't always rely on acupressure to solve problems.

Having a proper protective umbrella would certainly make one much safer.

"That's true."

"I'm glad you agree."

Seeing that he had relented, Chen Ting immediately pressed her advantage.

"Do you remember Xin Lu, whom you met last time you sold gold?"

"Um."

"Her aunt has breast cancer, and it has already spread. If you can help her get cured, you'll basically be fine in the future unless you do something as outrageous as murder or arson."

"Is her aunt very capable?"

"Her aunt herself isn't much, just the second-in-command in the city. But her father is powerful."

Chen Ting pointed upwards with one finger.

"That old man used to be part of the inner circle of Beijing. Although he's retired now, his influence is still there, and he has disciples and old friends all over the world. If you can save his daughter's life, he'll remember that favor for the rest of his life."

Lin Mo was silent for a moment:

"I'll think about it."

"Okay, let me know when you've thought it through."

"Um."

"Then, let's begin today's treatment."

As Chen Ting spoke, she walked upstairs, the ties of her bathrobe swaying at her waist, outlining a perfectly mature silhouette.

In the master bedroom, Chen Ting lay down on the bed and consciously untied her bathrobe.

Lin Mo took out silver needles and used his internal energy to insert them one by one into the acupoints on her abdomen.

The needle trembled slightly, and the warm true energy slowly seeped along the meridians. As the acupuncture deepened, Chen Ting's body gradually relaxed, but the blush on her cheeks spread upwards inch by inch.

She turned her head, her gaze falling on Lin Mo's focused profile, the watery light in her eyes softening as if it were about to melt away.

My emotions suddenly reached their peak at a certain moment.

She reached out and grabbed Lin Mo's wrist as he was fiddling with a needle.

"What's wrong, Sister Chen?"

Chen Ting didn't say anything, she just pounced on him.

"Hey! Sister Chen, what's wrong with you..."

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Chen Ting woke Lin Mo up from the bed and dragged him out the door.

The reason is always the same: Sun Yanran might come over today, and if we bump into each other, things could get complicated.

In the afternoon, Lin Mo was sitting cross-legged on the living room floor absorbing the remaining internal energy from the white-haired old man when his phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID showed Lin Qingyue.

"Lin Mo, I'm at your doorstep. Are you home?"

"Yes, just a moment, I'll go open the door."

He put the old man's body back into his spatial storage, got up and opened the door. When his gaze fell on the person outside the door, he paused for a moment.

Lin Qingyue is extremely simple in her daily life, wearing faded jeans and a white T-shirt, with her hair casually tied in a ponytail, and she rarely even wears lipstick.

But today she looked completely different. She wore delicate light makeup, her eyelashes were brushed long and slightly curled, and she applied a layer of moisturizing peach-colored lip gloss.

She wore a dark gray JK uniform with a neatly tied bow at the collar. The hem of her skirt was just three inches above her knees, and her two slender, straight legs were wrapped in white stockings that reached past her knees. She wore a pair of British-style leather shoes.

"This doesn't look like someone who's here to clean."

Lin Mo's gaze swept over her twice, and he muttered something to himself.

Lin Qingyue blushed slightly under his gaze and spoke softly:

"Aren't you going to let me in?"

"Oh, please come in."

Lin Mo stepped aside to make way and walked towards the kitchen.

"Is it okay if it's cold?"

"Can."

Lin Qingyue blushed and nodded, then turned around and gently closed the door.

She took the iced cola Lin Mo offered, took a small sip to moisten her lips, and then asked...

"Do you have a broom at home? I'd like to sweep the floor first."

"Yes, in the kitchen."

Lin Mo handed her the broom and dustpan.

"Lin Mo, you go ahead and do your work, I can handle it myself."

Let's go together.

Seeing her tidy up by herself, Lin Mo felt really bad.

"No need, I can manage on my own."

"I'm fine right now."

"……Oh well."

After sweeping the floor, Lin Qingyue moved a chair to the kitchen and stood on it to wipe the dust off the top of the cabinets.

Lin Mo stood below, holding the chair legs for her, and when he looked up, his gaze naturally fell in a certain direction.

That's the Hello Kt logo.

He didn't know how many times he had looked up, but after a certain frequency, the top of his head suddenly became quiet.

Lin Qingyue's hand was still holding the rag on the cabinet, but her whole being seemed to have been paused.

She quickly covered her skirt, squatted down on the chair, and her ear tips were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Lin Mo's hands were still holding onto the chair legs, but his expression was awkward and his toes were digging into the ground.

He opened his mouth, about to explain something, but Lin Qingyue moved first.

She bit her lower lip, slowly got off the chair, and gently took his hand and placed it on her body.

Having received her permission, Lin Mo no longer hesitated.

The kitchen tile countertop was icy cold; she shivered when she pressed her back against it, but the warmth of his palm quickly soothed her.

Lin Qingyue remained silent, enduring immense pressure in silence.

During this process, Lin Mo discovered something: she had inherited Su Qing's mutated gene.

As evening approached, Lin Mo put his arm around her shoulder in the bedroom and spoke earnestly:

"Qingyue, be my girlfriend."

Lin Qingyue leaned against him in silence for a while, then gently shook her head:

"No, brother."

Why?

Lin Mo was stunned, never expecting her to refuse.

"I'm not good enough for my brother. He'll definitely be a man who stands at the pinnacle of the world, while I'm just an ordinary girl. Even if we were together, we'd still break up sooner or later."

Her voice was soft and flat, as if she were stating a conclusion that had been argued countless times.

"It's better to stay like this, since we've never been together, so we won't need to separate in the future."

"Don't think like that, you're excellent too."

"Brother, you don't need to comfort me. I know myself perfectly well."

Lin Qingyue looked up at him, her gaze devoid of grievance or sorrow, only filled with a quiet, almost reverent certainty.

"Brother, don't worry, Qingyue will always be yours. I'll be there whenever you need me."

"What kind of person would that be...?"

Before Lin Mo could finish speaking, she cut him off.

"Brother, just listen to Qingyue."

She looked up at him, a little water still glistening on her lips, but her eyes were so resolute that it didn't seem like she was talking about something that concerned her entire life.

"Being one of the women behind you is enough."

Lin Mo looked into her eyes and remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"Okay. Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly."

"Mmm~ Thank you, brother."

Lin Qingyue smiled gently, a smile that was pure and innocent, completely different from her shyness just now.

Lin Mo took out the "Jade Maiden Heart Sutra" from his spatial storage and handed it to her:

"Take this for now, and give it back to me after you've learned how to use it."

"Okay, brother."

Lin Qingyue took the cultivation manual and held it carefully in her hands. Her mother had also learned this, and it was a precious thing.

"This is for you too!"

As Lin Mo spoke, he took out the Beauty Pill.

The two got dressed and went out together to Lin Qingyue's house.

As usual, Lin Qingyue was waiting in the corridor when they arrived at the door. Lin Mo pushed the door open and entered the room. Su Qing was already lying on the bed as instructed last time.

Hearing the door open, she turned her head, a barely perceptible hint of anticipation appearing in her eyes.