No wonder a few people reacted this way, it was because Lan Chucui had changed too much.
Although her appearance has not changed, she has been given a more mature look. The clothing and accessories are also in a completely different style than in the past. The thin and bright materials only cover a few parts of the body, exposing large areas of snow-white skin and highlighting the proud figure curves.
If her charm was once elegant and willing to resist, now it is unrestrained and unscrupulous. There is no carefully adjusted smile on her face like before, and her expression is even a little cold. Compared with the exquisite and smooth look in the past, she now has an aggressive aura, like an unsheathed dagger. , while showing off her beauty without concealing her edge.
Lan Chucui looked at Shu Pinghui and said calmly, "It's me. I've been practicing San Gong again and got out of seclusion the day before yesterday."
Shu Pinghui swallowed hard, and said in confusion and shock: "You... re-trained? Why do you have to re-cultivate... Even if you re-cultivate, it won't make you like this, right?"
Wu Yaochen also said: "Although the exercises do have a certain impact on people's temperament, Senior Sister Lan, your changes are really amazing."
"Nothing is impossible, you should just take it as a lesson. Also, because of my re-cultivation, my cultivation level is only at the late stage of Jindan. You should call me 'Junior Sister Lan'."
Lan Chucui said calmly, turning her gaze to Jing Yingrong.
The corners of her lips curved, and a bright and hearty smile broke out. Then she realized something, and her joy turned to surprise: "Have you broken through to the Nascent Soul?"
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and said, "Not long ago."
Lan Chucui subconsciously understood this sentence as the other party's normal breakthrough from Jindan Dzogchen to Nascent Soul not long ago.
"You've pulled me apart so much, and I can't let up anymore."
She sighed softly, then remembered the purpose of her coming here, and turned to look downstairs, "Why doesn't the shop assistant come up?"
"Are you here to eat?" Shu Pinghui asked, then patted the empty seat next to her, "If you don't mind, sit here and eat together."
Lan Chucui was stunned and looked at the others.
Shu Pinghui: "Don't be stunned. The only cook is here. If you don't come over, no one will cook for you." She pointed at Yin Xueze.
Lan Chucui: "..."
She glanced at the empty stage and asked, "The musicians aren't here either?"
Shu Pinghui pointed at herself with the other finger: "Yes, it's over here."
"...It seems I came at the wrong time."
Having said this, Lan Chucui walked towards her seat without any hesitation.
She sat down next to Shu Pinghui. Shu Pinghui could see the pair of plump and round eyes at a glance, and when she glanced at the other side, she saw a similar scenery - the other side was reflected in the mirror.
Shu Pinghui bit her chopsticks in trance.
Huo Xiumao found a handkerchief and handed it to her: "Junior Sister Shu, please... wipe it."
Shu Pinghui: "Huh?"
Wu Yaochen: "You have a nosebleed."
Shu Pinghui: "..."
Shu Pinghui thanked Huo Xiumao while hurriedly wiping off the blood with a handkerchief, then picked up a chair and escaped between Jing Yingrong and Lan Chucui.
"The light is not good over there. Let me change the place."
She squeezed in between Huo Xiumao and Yin Xueze. In the process, she accidentally touched Yin Xueze's elbow and earned a cold snort.
Lan Chucui moved towards Jing Yingrong and said, "You haven't received the dispatch from the sect yet?"
Huo Xiumao: "We have already made arrangements."
Lan Chucui said in surprise: "Senior Brother Huo, you mean... you have a common mission?"
Huo Xiumao nodded and added, "After you report your departure from customs, you will probably receive a dispatch notice soon."
"Well..." Lan Chucui looked at Jing Yingrong and put a large piece of meaty bone in her mouth and swallowed it without much chewing. The corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch, "After I learned about the situation on the day I left customs, I applied. I want to be at the forefront of fighting the beast tide, I don’t know if the sect will agree.”
Huo Xiumao was surprised: "Are you applying yourself?"
Lan Chucui: "Well, I'm worried that I will be sent to transfer mortals or do other things. I might as well fight for it myself and express my wishes proactively."
Wu Yaochen heard this and asked: "The front line is the most dangerous, do you really want to go?"
"I think, I really want to," Lan Chucui's eyes were extremely determined, "I need to fight now, a high-intensity fight, to help me hone my new skills and break through the shackles. I have wasted too much time, and I must not slack off anymore. .”
Wu Yaochen smiled, filled a clean empty bowl with soup, put it in front of Lan Chucui, and said, "What determination and courage!"
Lan Chucui lowered her head and looked at the soup: "...Does it mean soup instead of wine?"
Wu Yaochen shrugged: "It's okay."
Jing Yingrong picked up the half bowl of soup that she had not yet finished, and touched Lan Chucui's bowl.
Lan Chucui: "What does this mean?"
Jing Yingrong: "Toast to each other."
Lan Chucui: "..."
On the other side, Shu Pinghui lowered her voice and asked Yin Xueze in a low voice: "Do you know, apart from pills and other things, what can you eat to grow breasts? Food."
Yin Xueze frowned, and after he had completely swallowed the food in his mouth and put down the bowls and chopsticks, he said angrily: "I don't know."
Shu Pinghui lowered her head, then looked up at Jing Yingrong and Lan Chucui, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "I'm so envious..."
Yin Xueze couldn't understand it: "Isn't it just two balls of meat?"
Shu Pinghui muttered: "But I just like it, and I want to have it myself, ah, I want it so much, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it -"
"I'm so annoyed!" Yin Xueze's voice suddenly increased due to the noise, "What's the difference between the flesh on the chest and the flesh on the waist, legs, and hands? Shut up!"
Shu Pinghui: "..."
Everyone else looked at them.
Wu Yaochen: "What are you two arguing about? The flesh on your breasts?"
Yin Xueze: "...Humph."
Lan Chucui's eyes turned, revealing a look of understanding. She looked at Shu Pinghui amusedly, and deliberately puffed out her chest.
Shu Pinghui was so angry that she was about to turn away when she heard Jing Yingrong say, "It's a little different."
Her serious words caused everyone to turn their attention.
Jing Yingrong looked at her chest and said seriously: "The flesh on the chest is more elastic. If it is thick enough, it can have a buffering effect when encountering a collision."
Everyone: "..."
Huo Xiumao's eyes lit up: "That's right. Every part of the human body has its own value and significance. As the saying goes, there are endless mysteries in the human body..."
While others were stunned by Huo Xiumao's thinking, Jing Yingrong lightly poked Lan Chucui's arm with her fingertips.
"Did you happen to be here?"
"I..." Lan Chucui hesitated for a moment and chose to tell the truth: "I heard someone say that they saw you here."
Jing Yingrong was surprised: "You have something to do with me?"
"It's okay, I just want to see you."
"Um."
Lan Chucui hid her hand under the table and pointed at Huo Xiumao, who was still recounting his thoughts.
"Is this... the first time he does this?"
"No," Jing Yingrong said calmly, "I've done it a few times, just get used to it."
"..."
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