Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

The doorbell rang, and Chen Mo went to open the door.

Lu Xingyao stood outside the door, having changed into casual clothes—a white suspender dress, with her hair down, looking more graceful than she had on the plane.

She was carrying a small bag, looking up at him with a smile on her face.

"Come in?"

Chen Mo stepped aside.

She walked into the room and glanced around.

A large bed, floor-to-ceiling windows, and two bottles of water on the table.

She put her bag on the sofa, turned around, and saw Chen Mo leaning against the door frame watching her.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's up to you."

Chen Mo walked over, put his arm around her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her.

She didn't dodge.

……

Two hours later, it was already dark outside the window.

Chen Mo gained 400 points of dual cultivation proficiency, and Lu Xingyao also gained a lot.

Lu Xingyao leaned against the headboard, the blanket pulled up to her chest, her hair spread out on the pillow, her face flushed.

She watched Chen Mo come out of the bathroom, water droplets sliding down his shoulders. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with smooth muscle lines. He wasn't the exaggeratedly muscular type, but rather lean and muscular.

Chen Mo picked up the cigarette pack from the bedside table, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He wiped his hair with one hand, and water droplets dripped down his chin onto his collarbone.

Lu Xingyao stared intently at her, but her stomach betrayed her, interrupting her; she had just done too much strenuous exercise.

I'm hungry.

Lu Xingyao said.

Chen Mo held the cigarette between his fingers, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and squinted at her:

"I'll take you to the night market."

He put on a loose linen shirt, left it unbuttoned, and casually rolled up the sleeves twice.

Wearing casual pants and flip-flops, her hair wasn't completely dry.

He looked languid, as if he had just stepped out of his own living room.

Bangkok's nightlife is just beginning.

Neon signs lit up the sky, tuk-tuks weaved through traffic, and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue and spices.

Chen Mo walked ahead with one hand in his pocket, his linen shirt billowing slightly in the night breeze, revealing his lean and muscular physique underneath.

He had a cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke was blown away by the wind, leaving a white trail under the streetlight.

The streetlights illuminated his profile, revealing a sharp jawline, a straight nose, and his eyebrows and eyes half-hidden in the smoke, like a frame taken from a movie.

The girls passing by kept turning their heads back.

A Thai girl with a ponytail walked past Chen Mo, turned her head to look at him again, said something to her companion, and the two of them burst into laughter.

Two European and American tourists walked towards him, their eyes lingered on him for two seconds, and then they turned back after passing by.

Lu Xingyao linked arms with him, wearing a floral dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, looking beautiful and radiant.

She looked up at Chen Mo, her eyes filled with infatuation.

"Chen Mo, you are so handsome."

Chen Mo flicked away the cigarette ash, looked down at her, and a slight smile played on his lips:

"Only you think it looks good; other people don't have that kind of taste."

"nonsense."

Lu Xingyao pointed to the girls who were still turning back after walking past.

"Take a look for yourself."

Chen Mo didn't turn around, put the cigarette back in his mouth, and reached out to ruffle her hair:

"Let's go get something to eat."

The night market stalls stretched as far as the eye could see.

Chen Mo stopped in front of a seafood grilling stall and ordered from the stall owner in Thai.

His pronunciation is standard, his intonation is natural, and he even imitates the lazy ending of the sound perfectly.

Lu Xingyao couldn't understand a single word he said, but she thought his voice was deep and his smoking motions were beautiful, with long, slender fingers holding the cigarette and distinct knuckles.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Mo handed her the grilled shrimp.

"It's up to you."

She took the grilled shrimp, her face flushed again.

Chen Mo chuckled, put the cigarette back in his mouth, and bent down to peel the shrimp.

With fingernails pinching the shrimp's head, a twist and a pull, the shell is ripped off intact, the movements swift and efficient.

He held the peeled shrimp meat to her mouth: "Open your mouth."

Lu Xingyao was stunned for a moment, then obediently opened her mouth and bit down.

The shrimp meat was fresh, sweet, and bouncy, but her mouth was full of sweetness.

While eating grilled shrimp, Chen Mo chatted with the stall owner in Thai.

We chatted for a while and then finished the grilled shrimp.

He lowered his voice and adopted a casual expression.

"Some places in Bangkok are quite chaotic at night. I'm okay on my own, but I'm a little worried about bringing my girlfriend along."

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties with a scar on his face.

He looked Chen Mo up and down; he had an extraordinary air about him, unlike an ordinary tourist.

He nodded: "It's not very safe. You should go back early after you're done shopping."

"Is there anywhere I can get some self-defense equipment?"

Chen Mo flicked away the cigarette ash, his tone relaxed, as if asking where there was good fruit.

"Don't worry, it's not about causing trouble, it's just for self-defense."

The stall owner glanced at him, paused for two seconds, and lowered his voice:

"In the old town, find Akai. Tell him Apan recommended him; he can get his hands on the real stuff."

Chen Mo nodded imperceptibly, stubbed out his cigarette on the corner of the table, and maintained his lazy smile.

"Thanks. Two more servings of grilled shrimp, to go."

After paying, I gave an extra 200 baht tip.

The stall owner took the money, clasped his hands together, and gave him another look.

Lu Xingyao waited for a long time before asking curiously:

"What did you talk about with him? Why did you talk for so long?"

He leaned close to her ear, his breath warm and his voice tinged with a smile: "I asked around and found a place that makes super sweet mango sticky rice, just for you."

Lu Xingyao's ears burned, and her heart pounded so fast she couldn't control it.

She leaned on Chen Mo's shoulder and whispered:

"You're so good to me."

Chen Mo didn't say anything, but raised his hand and ruffled her hair affectionately.

But his eyes were calm, without a trace of emotion.

He looked at the charming Lu Xingyao beside him, but his mind was on something else entirely.

Ah Kai, the old town.

I need to go there after I take her home tonight.

"Are you tired?"

He looked down at Lu Xingyao, "I'll take you back to your hotel."

"And you?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I'm going out to buy something, I'll be back in a bit."

He smiled and tapped the tip of her nose with his fingertip.

"Sweetie, go back and rest first."

Lu Xingyao nodded obediently and followed him into the taxi.

At the hotel entrance, Chen Mo escorted her to the lobby.

She stood at the elevator entrance, turned to look at him, and hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"What's wrong?"

"Come back soon." The voice was very soft.

Chen Mo smiled, put his arm around her shoulder, and gently placed a kiss on her lips:

"Okay, go ahead."

The elevator doors closed, and she leaned against the elevator wall, biting her lip, her face flushed as if she had a fever.

Chen Mo turned and walked out of the hotel.

The moment he pushed open the glass door, the gentle smile on his face seemed to be blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing completely.

His gaze shifted from languid to cold, his steps from leisurely to steady, and he seemed like a sword drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming.

He took the last cigarette from the pack, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

The firelight shone for a moment in the night, illuminating his sharply defined face.

With one hand in his pocket, he walked into the Bangkok night.

The neon lights stretched out in colorful lines behind him, but he didn't turn his head.

The bronze ring felt slightly cool against my skin.

Firearms, another world—that's what he's after.

He raised his hand to flag down a tuk-tuk and said in Thai:

"The old town."

The tuk-tuk roared as it sped into the traffic.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuefa's Douyin account became a hit.