Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 395

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Chapter 395: Chapter 395

Inside the house, only three people remained. The woman had been acting crazily and foolishly for so long, and even if she was pretending, she had still put in some effort into her appearance. The sour stench lingered around.

Luckily, the broken house was drafty on all sides, so it wasn’t to the point of making one nauseous.

Chen Muxue attempted to move her limbs. The pain from before came quickly and left just as fast. The intense pain that had taken her by surprise had now transformed into a soreness similar to lactic acid buildup after exercise. If she moved carefully instead of forcefully, she could still move.

So Chen Muxue sat up, wanting to meditate or something, to see if it could help further alleviate the discomfort.

This action, however, frightened Lin Qing. Having heard Chen Muxue’s screams earlier, he was left with quite a few mental scars. He thought that if a woman screamed more terribly during childbirth, he probably wouldn’t be willing to have kids.

But the first figure that came to his mind wasn’t Shi’er, it was...

Lin Qing dared not think further. He shook his head abruptly, worriedly stepping forward to help Chen Muxue, only to be hastily refused by her.

"Don’t touch me!" Chen Muxue was startled. People who usually don’t exercise but participate in school sports to make up the numbers and can’t secure good events have definitely experienced this soreness after running 200 or 400 meters on the next day’s wake-up.

The soreness wasn’t so apparent lying there, but once she moved, especially if she accidentally needed to stomp her foot, it was truly skyward.

Besides moving, one could still experience it to some extent when squeezing or tapping during a motionless state.

That’s why Chen Muxue hurriedly refused when Lin Qing tried to assist her, who knew if he could control his strength. What if he squeezed her? She didn’t know what she had gone through when she fainted, but somehow her entire body could experience such soreness.

However, Lin Qing misunderstood, thinking Chen Muxue disliked being touched by him, resulting in a moment of pause as an indescribable emotion surged within him.

"Alright then, I’ll go outside to see if anyone’s coming," Lin Qing said somewhat dejectedly.

Chen Muxue, focused on her meditation to relieve the pain, didn’t notice Lin Qing’s disappointment at the moment. She just replied with a "Yes" and started meditating seriously. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The woman did notice and couldn’t help but shake her head. Then she gave Chen Muxue a look of approval, as if to say, "Yes, women are better off focusing on their careers. None of those men can be relied on. Men aren’t even as dependable as foxes. Even foxes look better, and when they transform into humans, they’re quite handsome..."

Thinking of this, the woman also began to feel a bit despondent. Seeing Chen Muxue had already immersed herself into cultivation, she went out on her own.

Lin Qing stared at the bald tree adorned with white cloth, feeling as miserable as that tree—well, not really.

Why was there white cloth hanging on that tree? Was it garbage accidentally blown up by the wind? Or... was it that someone had used that white cloth to hang themselves, and no one managed the cloth afterward!?

With that thought, Lin Qing shivered, forcing himself to look away, yet couldn’t help but glance a couple more times. He began wondering, what had this tree experienced? This season, wouldn’t the leaves supposedly not fall all off?

"Don’t be sad, young man. There’s no need to hang yourself on a tree," the woman casually consoled.

Hearing the words "hang yourself on a tree," Lin Qing shuddered again, "Not at all..."

"Being sad can harm your body as well."

Only then did Lin Qing remember he did feel a bit down when he came out, did he? Realizing this, he tried to retrieve the feeling of sadness but found that he couldn’t get upset anymore.

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