Chapter 11 The Pattern of the Little Beloved Wife

Author: Bamboo City Little Overlord

Chapter 11 The Pattern of the Little Beloved Wife

Chen An and the young female cultivator looked at each other through the window, unabashedly sizing up each other.

She is in her early twenties, fair-skinned, beautiful, tall, with snow-white hair and red eyes. She smells like a heroine with white hair and red eyes that was common in two-dimensional anime in her previous life.

Overall, she is a rare beauty.

"Tell me about your father."

Chen An had no intention of visiting the doctor, and stood still in the room and said.

The female cultivator wiped the tears from her face and said:

"My father was poisoned by fire when he was young. His body temperature has always been high and he often feels dizzy. But it was so severe just now that he fainted from the heat. Now he is lying unconscious in bed. The vitality in his body is getting weaker and weaker. Master Chen, please

You must save my father."

After hearing this, Chen An lowered his head and began to think. After a while, he said: "Wait a moment, I will get you some pills, which may be able to alleviate your father's condition."

After a while, he came back with a small medicine bottle filled with frost.

It contains a rare elixir called Jieshudan, which can quickly lower body temperature after taking it.

The reason why it is rare is that this elixir was researched and developed by himself in the past, and was only used as an air conditioner in the summer.

Other than that, it has no other use.

There is no way, the summer in the world of immortality is really too hot. The indigenous residents have been accustomed to the heat since childhood, but as an outsider, he cannot adapt to it at all.

"Take this bottle of elixir back and give it to your father to try. You can only take one pill at most at a time. The effect of one pill will last for a whole day."

"Thank you, thank you Master Chen!"

"Thank you first. There is a fee. There are 100 pills in this bottle. Chenghui has a low-grade spiritual stone."

Chen An didn't see that the other party was good-looking, so he gave away the elixir he had worked so hard to refine.

In this world of immortality where no one cares for himself and where heaven and earth will destroy him, he only recognizes money, not people, and beautiful women are of no use.

"Master Chen, I have no money..."

The female cultivator's voice became much softer as she spoke.

The rent has been so high in recent months that her family's savings over the years have been wiped out.

Now her family can barely make ends meet, and occasionally has to make ends meet for a few days, unable to afford a low-grade spiritual stone to buy elixirs.

"Then take this elixir back and give it to your father first. We'll talk about the money later."

"Thank you, thank you Master Chen!"

The female nun knelt down and thanked Chen An gratefully. After thanking Chen An, she immediately took the medicine bottle and ran home, eager to go back and give it to her father who had fainted.

Seeing the graceful figure of the female cultivator retreating away, Chen An was not worried that she would not repay her debt.

First, the other party’s home is right across the street, and I can come to collect debts at any time.

Second, Jie Shu Dan is not valuable, and the cost is only a few taels of silver. If you lose, you will lose, not much.

The reason why he dared to price a low-grade spiritual stone was entirely because he had invented it himself and it was not sold on the market at all.

Since it is an exclusive elixir, you can set whatever price you want.

There is no business without treachery, that is generally the case.

Back in the room, the little wife was already awake. She was woken up by the female nun knocking on the door and shouting just now.

"Husband, what happened outside just now? I seemed to hear a woman crying."

"It's nothing. It's just that the female nun who lives across the door and often comes out to urinate came to the door, crying and saying that her father had relapsed and fainted, and asked me to help her."

"Is it serious?"

"I don't know. I didn't visit her. I just asked about her condition and gave her a bottle of elixir."

After saying that, Chen An hesitated for a moment and then said: "By the way, Ying'er, I have something I want to tell you."

"Husband, what's the matter?"

"The female cultivator had no money to buy the elixir, so she said that as long as I could save her father, she would agree to be my concubine."

"..."

Hearing this, Song Huaying fell silent.

What was supposed to come eventually came.

She is not a fool. She knows that her husband will have a concubine sooner or later, and she is already prepared in her heart.

But preparation was preparation, and when the day actually came, she still felt very uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence.

Song Huaying pursed her thin lips and asked nervously: "Husband, have you agreed?"

She was afraid that Chen An would agree.

Because the female cultivator who lives across the door is a fairy, she doesn't know how she, as a mortal, should get along with her in the future.

After all, the youth of mortals only lasts for ten or twenty years, while the youth of fairies can remain unchanged for decades, or even stay young forever.

When one day I become old and yellow, and there is a fairy concubine as beautiful as a flower beside me as a contrast, will my husband look at me again?

Song Huaying felt uneasy about this.

Seeing this, Chen An comforted her: "My husband didn't agree to her, and even if I agreed, Ying'er, you are still my husband's wife, and she is my concubine."

"Husband..."

Song Huaying's eyes were full of affection.

Chen An knew that his little wife was insecure and wanted to please him in this way, thereby increasing her value and consolidating her status.

[You promise to love her forever in the future, your affection will be +10, and your alchemy experience will be +2.]

…

The next day, the sun rose three poles.

Suddenly there was a noise outside the house.

Song Huaying was curious and took her husband, who had just come out of the alchemy room, to the window to join in the fun.

Later I saw a couple arguing in the street.

"Husband, I have dedicated my entire youth to you, how can you be so heartless towards me!"

"Aren't you bothered by this yellow-faced woman? I have raised you as a mere mortal for so many years for nothing. Get out of this house!"

"Husband!"

"If you keep making any noise, I will beat you to death and bury you!"

"..."

Under the threat of the male cultivator, the old and beautiful woman could only leave with a look of despair on her face.

Looking at this scene outside the window, Song Huaying had a strong sense of empathy, and her entire little face instantly turned pale.

Chen An, on the other hand, had long been accustomed to this and had no fluctuations in his heart.

A male cultivator dislikes his old and lustful mortal wife. This kind of thing often happens in the lower-level cultivating world.

The reason is that female cultivators are only willing to become Taoist partners with male cultivators who are higher than themselves, and do not even look at male cultivators who are of the same or lower level than themselves.

Therefore, low-level male cultivators have no choice but to find ordinary women to marry.

But ordinary women have a fatal flaw, that is, their youth only lasts for ten or twenty years.

Once one gets older and becomes more mature, he will often be mercilessly abandoned by a low-level male cultivator, who then finds a young girl who is so young that she is so tender that she can have sex with her every night.

Heartless?

Very ruthless.

But in this low-level world of immortality, which values ​​the law of the jungle and has an extreme lack of sense of responsibility, this is a perfectly normal thing.

After all, the male cultivators at the bottom, no matter how low they are, are like immortals in the eyes of ordinary women, they are aloof and arrogant.

And they will only regard ordinary women as disposable items and throw them away after use.

There are very few monks like Chen An who are willing to love their mortal wives.

"Husband, if I become old and yellow and no longer look good in the future, will you still be willing to take me in?"

Song Huaying looked at Chen Fan pitifully and asked.

Chen An said without hesitation:

"Will do."
To be continued...