Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 516

Lin Qing’s eyes turned red at the words; he didn’t know if it was out of anger or frustration: "I told you he’s just trying to get you to cook for him, and that’s why he tricked you into coming here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed half of Chen Muxue’s roasted sweet potato.

Chen Muxue was dumbstruck: "Didn’t you eat? Why are you snatching my sweet potato!"

"All you think about is eating!" Lin Qing, as if he’d swallowed gunpowder, yelled out, and after his outburst, he didn’t forget to devour that half of the roasted sweet potato.

A runaway husky!

After finishing the half roasted sweet potato, Lin Qing seemed comforted, suddenly becoming much calmer, his eyes full of apology and regret: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to be fierce with you just now... Watch out for Cen Lizhui, don’t be fooled by the Immortal Sect’s lofty words—it’s all just a facade. You can tell by how he locked you up here without any explanation."

A temporarily calm husky after eating, not reliable, not reliable.

Chen Muxue cautiously clutched her remaining half of the roasted sweet potato, quietly moving away from Lin Qing.

The way he phrased it was a bit off. What does he mean by ’locked up’? If Cen Lizhui weren’t interested, she wouldn’t be staying here; there’s nothing to eat. After all that effort, she finally found a sweet potato to roast, and then this guy just snatched half of it!

As dusk fell, the sky, not yet completely dark, suddenly became covered with clouds, and the sound of rumbling thunder started swirling amidst them.

"Oh my, oh my, am I going to undergo tribulation again? I just want to peacefully eat a roasted sweet potato... No, this doesn’t look like tribulation clouds," Chen Muxue quickly took a bite of the sweet potato, looking at the sky while tightly clutching it.

Lin Qing glanced up at the sky, also a bit puzzled: "Why is someone suddenly asking for rain? Is it drought-stricken again? But no, the last time there was a drought, the Immortal Sect didn’t even bother, whereas you, a small Qian Ding Sect, knew to give out porridge. What’s with this rain request now?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Chen Muxue scratched her head, carefully finished the remaining sweet potato, burped contentedly afterward, and patted Lin Qing’s shoulder: "Since it’s about to rain, I’ll head back now. I don’t want to get drenched."

Having said that, Chen Muxue turned and left.

Lin Qing was even more confused. As a cultivator, she can still get drenched? Is spiritual energy just for show?

Why did she leave so quickly? Could it be that she didn’t want to stay near him even for a moment longer?

Lin Qing felt a pang in his heart, and suddenly he smelled a faint sweet fragrance. Following the scent, he saw an unmistakable handprint with sweet potato residue on his shoulder, black and mixed with red.

No wonder she ran so fast... Lin Qing looked towards the direction in which Chen Muxue disappeared, his face completely covered in black lines.

The room Cen Lizhui originally arranged for Chen Muxue, even as someone from the modern age, she could tell it was rather unusual. To put it in modern terms, it was either the master bedroom or the second bedroom, right?

After her insistence, Cen Lizhui finally moved her to a guest room.

Chen Muxue had just returned to her room when the sky had turned completely dark, and with a loud crash, bean-sized raindrops began to fall heavily.

"Luckily, I came back earlier."

Chen Muxue had just sighed in relief when she heard a knock on the door.

"Chen Muxue!"

She went forward and opened the door, seeing Cen Lizhui drenched, with rain droplets sliding down his forehead through his damp hair; accompanied by the stormy backdrop, he appeared somewhat pitiful.

Can someone please tell her why Cen Lizhui got soaked in his own courtyard? Is the corridor just for decoration? Was the roof blown off by the wind?