About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

As soon as she got home, Yu Wan pulled Chen Yuan out of her collar, gently placed her on her head, and then went into the kitchen.

She stood in front of the stove, her white hair neatly tied up, wearing an apron, and slowly stirring the clay pot with a spoon.

Chen Yuan lay on top of her head, thinking she was about to start making soup.

It turns out that Xiao Yuwan loves cooking so much.

Especially when she puts her hair up, she exudes a strong sense of being a wife.

No arguing.....

Why does this soup smell bitter?

Yu Wan was stirring the medicine with a spoon, very seriously... she was decocting it!

Chen Yuan's tentacles trembled involuntarily.

No, how can we let such a heretical cultivation method that damages his foundation corrupt his Dao heart?

Chen Yuan slid down from her head and landed on the kitchen counter, his tentacle tips sticking up.

"Puji puji." He protested, swaying back and forth, his tentacle tip drawing an X in the air, demonstrating his firm stance that he could be "powerful" without taking the medicine.

Yu Wan glanced down at him, her spoon still slowly stirring the casserole in her hand, then reached out and lifted him from the counter, placing him on the side of the dish rack.

"Ah Yuan, don't rush, drink your medicine first..."

Let's talk after he takes his medicine... What's the point of talking after he takes his medicine? What else can he say after taking his medicine?

He has lost all authority in this household.

Before, Xiao Yu would blush and snuggle into his arms; now, she stands in front of him with a bowl of medicine, smiling and saying, "Ah Yuan is being naughty."

Damn it, I have to teach Yu Wan a lesson.

Chen Yuan slid down from the dish rack, his body swelling up before landing, going from the thickness of a wrist to the thickness of an arm.

A tentacle wrapped around Yu Wan's waist and pulled her gently toward the kitchen counter.

Yu Wan was still holding a spoon when he pulled her like that, and a few drops of medicine spilled out and landed on the stove.

"Wait a minute, Ah-Yuan, the medicine... I need the medicine..."

"Hmm~"

She was still holding a spoon in one hand, and hurriedly braced herself against the edge of the counter with the other...

The medicinal soup in the casserole was still bubbling away.

[Experience +170]

The tentacles completely softened into a puddle.

Then they launched a desperate attack.

Yu Wan was still leaning against the kitchen counter, panting, with a few strands of white hair falling down from behind her ears.

She glanced back at him, her expression slightly flustered: "Wait a minute, let me check the medicine first..."

Chen Yuan has grown a little bigger.

At this time in the past, Xiao Yuwan would almost be so comfortable that she would lose consciousness, but now she can still think about her medicine...

He has great ambitions.

But not long after, he went limp again.

Yu Wan glanced at the medicine in the pot; thankfully, it hadn't burned.

The heat was just right, and the consistency of the medicinal soup was just right; if it had been simmered any longer, it would have become mushy.

She turned off the heat, strained the medicine into a bowl, and turned around with the bowl in her hand.

Chen Yuan lay on the kitchen counter, too weak to even lift the tips of her tentacles.

"Ah Yuan, it's time to take your medicine..." Yu Wan placed the bowl in front of him.

He went limp and could only crawl backwards. Run!

But they hadn't climbed far before Yu Wan caught them and brought them back.

She turned him around, scooped up a spoonful of the medicinal soup, blew on it, and handed it to him.

"If you're not going to drink... how about we try again tonight?"

The tips of the little tentacles suddenly curled up, then resignedly wrapped around the spoon.

How far have we fallen!

Yu Wan fed him the whole bowl of medicine spoonful by spoonful, put the empty bowl on the table, and then picked him up and rubbed it against his face.

"Ah Yuan is so good."

Chen Yuan lay nestled in her favorite spot below her collarbone, the entire tentacle feeling warm and comforting, the drug's effects steadily releasing within her body.

Fortunately, Yu Wan didn't make him do it again.

Otherwise, doing it three times a day could really kill you.

Moreover, the experience you can get each day is actually about the same; if you absorb too much, the experience you get later will be pitifully little.

Doing other things... won't make much difference.

I'll just stay here quietly tonight.

......

The next day, at the central tower of the Alliance's capital city.

Yu Wan walked across the square wearing a hood, her long sniper rifle wrapped in an old cloth and carried on her back.

Lian Qi was already waiting at the door. When he saw her walking over from afar, he stood on tiptoe and waved to her.

As she approached, Lian Qi recalled the blood-red eyes she had seen in the corridor of the abandoned area last time.

I involuntarily shrank my shoulders, but I still mustered up the courage to go forward.

"Sister Yu Wan, over here."

She originally just wanted to send a message to test the waters, hoping to somehow get in touch with someone powerful.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wan actually came, which made her a little timid.

She secretly glanced at Yu Wan's profile.

The hood covered most of his face, revealing only his silver-white wisps of hair and a cold, expressionless jawline, making it impossible to discern any emotion.

.......

Then, naturally, she took Yu Wan to the conference room to prepare to take over the operation.

On the way, she noticed Yu Wan staring ahead, seemingly lost in thought.

What are you thinking about...?

They must have already started making plans.

The strong are indeed different...

She wanted to thank her for what happened in the abandoned area, saying that she would definitely be dead without her, but she swallowed the words back.

As Yu Wan walked, she was thinking about something else.

Is there still time to brew medicine for Ayuan today? If the mission drags on too long, there won't be time when we get back...

If not, I'll cook two portions tomorrow to make up for today's.

But if Ah Yuan drinks two servings in a row, won't she get sick...?

.......

The meeting room was on the seventh floor of the central tower. Lian Qi pushed open the door and led Yu Wan to a seat further inside.

There were already four or five people sitting around the round table. Judging from their equipment, they were all experienced hunters, at least level four or above.

They saw the person Lian Qi brought in, but since it was Lian Xing's daughter who brought them in, no one said anything.

Lian Qi also found a seat and sat down next to Yu Wan.

The door closed, and the person in charge began to deliver the intelligence.

The target is a mid-level commander of an expeditionary city who will soon be at an abandoned outpost north of the main city to conduct a supply handover.

According to intelligence, this person's combat strength is equivalent to a sub-level four magical beast, roughly the strength of six level three magical beasts.

A staff member handed out tablets one by one. When it reached Yu Wan, she took it and opened it.

The format of the mission briefing is similar to that of the last abandoned area survey.

The formation configuration, task assignments, and retreat routes were all clearly marked on the map.

She was already quite familiar with it, and quickly glanced at her formation position by swiping her finger across the screen.

The sniper in the back row, in the same old position.

Chen Yuan also peeked out a bit of his tentacle from his collar and glanced at the target photo on the tablet.

The strength of a sub-level 4 magical beast is indeed a tough nut to crack for the Alliance.

But for a sniper who can one-shot a level 3 monster, plus a level 9 tentacle that can solo a group of level 3 monsters...

He couldn't even be bothered to do a risk assessment...