Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

When she saw Lin Mo, a smile immediately bloomed on her face, and she stepped aside to let him through the door.

"Xiao Mo is here, come in quickly. I was cleaning and haven't had time to tidy up yet."

Lin Mo entered the room and looked around:

"Where is Qingyue?"

"I went to work, and I'm all alone."

Su Qing poured him a glass of warm water, and somewhat embarrassedly tugged at her T-shirt, which was sticking to her body.

"Sit here for a bit, I'm going to take a shower, I'm all sweaty..."

Lin Mo nodded and sat down in the chair to scroll through his phone.

A moment later, just as Lin Mo was learning how to mount bombs on a drone, a muffled thud came from the bathroom, followed by Su Qing's suppressed groan.

Lin Mo immediately stood up and walked to the bathroom door:

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing, I just tripped and fell..."

Su Qing's voice came from inside the door, ending with a hissing sound of gasping for breath, clearly indicating that she was in considerable pain.

"Do you need any help?"

There was silence for several seconds.

Su Qing sat on the wet, slippery tile floor, with hot water still flowing. Her ankles were throbbing with pain, and her tailbone was also badly bruised.

She wanted to refuse, but the excruciating pain in her leg prevented her from bowing her head.

Moreover, considering the past month or so of treatment, having seen everything that needed to be seen and touched everything that needed to be touched, it would be a bit self-deceptive to maintain that reserved demeanor.

She bit her lip, her voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the sound of the water:

"You...come in and help me up."

Lin Mo pushed open the door.

The bathroom was steamy. Su Qing sat sideways on the tiled floor, one leg bent and the other straight, her ankle already red and swollen. Lin Mo bent down, supporting her back with one hand and the back of her knees with the other, and lifted her up in his arms.

Su Qing instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her wet hair brushing against his arm as she nestled in his embrace, her cheeks flushed red from her ears all the way to her collarbone.

Lin Mo placed her on the bed, pulled a dry towel to wipe her still dripping hair, and then covered her waist with a thin blanket.

"Where are you hurt?"

"Ankles, and... tailbone."

Su Qing turned to the side, reached behind her waist, and gasped in pain.

Lin Mo had her lie face down and first checked her ankle. It was a mild sprain and a slight ligament strain, but no bone damage.

He took out silver needles and inserted one needle into each of the Qiuxu and Jiexi acupoints. He used his internal force to make the needle tips vibrate slightly, and the stagnant blood began to slowly disperse.

Then, several needles were inserted at the Dachangshu and Yaoyangguan points on her coccyx to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

Su Qing bit her lower lip and buried her face in the pillow. The soreness and swelling from the needles entering the acupoints, mixed with the warmth from the infusion of true energy, made her involuntarily clench the pillowcase tightly.

After the needles were removed, Lin Mo's hand went down and began to massage.

He was already seething with anger towards Xin Peici today, and the purplish-blue handprints from when he treated her were still vivid in his mind. It was really hard for him to hold back.

At this moment, he felt the warmth of Su Qing's skin beneath his palm. She had just taken a shower and still carried the faint milky scent of shower gel. His rational defenses began to crumble inch by inch.

Just as they were working together seamlessly, footsteps came from outside the door.

Lin Mo abruptly stopped. It was Lin Qingyue's footsteps; he knew them all too well.

He instinctively tried to pull away, but the door was already open.

Lin Qingyue stood at the door, holding a plastic bag she had brought back from the market, which contained two pork ribs and a bag of yams.

Her gaze swept across the room and landed on the bed. Lin Mo stood by the bed, his back to her, his hand still on Su Qing's waist, while Su Qing lay on her side, her cheeks flushed.

Lin Mo suppressed Su Qing's urge to run away, turned his head to look at the door, and tried to keep his tone calm:

"Qingyue, you can go out now."

Lin Qingyue didn't think much of it and quickly bowed:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were receiving treatment. I'll leave now!"

She quickly left, closing the door behind her.

Su Qing buried her face in the pillow, blushing like a ripe shrimp.

Lin Mo, instead of pretending anymore, was distracted by this interruption and simply picked up Su Qing.

After the treatment ended, Su Qing grabbed Lin Mo's arm, her eyes filled with pleading and guilt:

"Lin Mo... please don't let Qingyue know."

"good!"

Lin Mo nodded; this was exactly what he wanted.

Su Qing straightened her clothes, and Lin Mo got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Lin Qingyue leaned against the wall opposite in the corridor, still holding the bag of ribs in her hand, with yams at her feet.

Upon seeing Lin Mo come out, she immediately stood up straight. Her gaze first swept into the room, where Su Qing was sitting on the edge of the bed, her face flushed red, but her complexion was better than ever.

"Your mother's treatment is over, and she has fully recovered. She just needs to rest from now on."

Lin Qingyue looked at Su Qing's rosy face, then at Lin Mo, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Brother Lin Mo."

"Don't mention it, we're all family."

Lin Mo replied with a double entendre.

Su Qing and Lin Qingyue both blushed.

"I have to go now."

"I'll see you off."

Lin Qingyue put down the groceries she was holding and followed him downstairs.

When they reached the old locust tree at the entrance of the building, Lin Qingyue tiptoed and gently pecked him on the cheek, then took a half step back, her fingers clutching the hem of his clothes, her voice softening:

"Brother Lin Mo, shall I come to see you tonight?"

Lin Mo shook his head. Long Qingxue was still with him, and Lin Qingyue would overthink things.

He reached out and pulled Lin Qingyue into his arms, pressing her against the locust tree trunk:

"I've been a bit busy these past few days. I'll call you over when I'm done."

The light in Lin Qingyue's eyes dimmed for a moment, but she still nodded obediently.

Seeing her clearly disappointed yet trying not to show it, Lin Mo reached out and pinched her cheek, whispering a few words close to her earlobe. Lin Qingyue blushed from her face to the roots of her neck, then punched him in the chest with her fist.

After appeasing Lin Qingyue, Lin Mo rode his electric scooter to a 3D printing shop and spent several hundred dollars to customize a drone bomb launcher.

Back at his residence, Long Qingxue was still curled up on the sofa in the same position as when he left. His phone screen had changed from a national documentary to a video explaining the disassembly of modern light weapons.

She saw Lin Mo return, put down her phone, stood up, and her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, as if to check if he was injured, before she spoke softly:

"You're back."

"Um!"

Lin Mo slumped into the sofa and let out a long sigh.

Long Qingxue naturally leaned closer, placed Lin Mo's head on her black-stockinged legs, and placed her slender fingers on his temples, beginning to massage them.

After resting for a while, Lin Mo sat up from Long Qingyue's arms.

All the pills I had for cultivation were used up. If I wanted to break through to the next level, I would have to go to World Number One and scavenge some more.

He put on a full set of biochemical protective gear and held the shotgun in his hand.

With a thought, he vanished from the spot.