Mu Su, who had become the concubine of the ancestor of Ziwan Palace for no reason, really made Taizong Xianling not know how to treat him. He had no choice but to ignore him and pretend that nothing happened.
After all, seniority determines seniority in the spiritual world. Based on Yue Lan’s seniority and seniority in the spiritual world, when the head of Xianling Taizong came, he still wanted to call Mu Su a master-uncle...
An incident occurred while I was recovering from my injuries.
The feminine young man who once confronted Deng Qingyan, and then was ruined by Mu Su, actually appeared outside Mu Su's cave.
When he appeared, Deng Qingyan, who was taking care of Mu Su, shrank her black eyes to the size of a needle and stared at the young man like hair, without concealing the murderous intent in her eyes: "Master Song An, get out of here."
"I just came to see Lin Zhan." The young man raised his head slightly, spoke softly, and looked at Deng Qingyan through his hair with cold eyes like poisonous snakes: "Why, he and I are both outer disciples, so we can't come here to visit.
"
The coldness in his eyes seemed to have substance, why...why can you be so affectionate with Lin Zhan, why can you take care of him...but I can't!
Um……?
Um???
"Are you so kind?" Deng Qingyan's back was slightly arched, and she might rush forward at any time.
Master Song An ignored it and moved his eyes to Mu Su's weak cheeks. The coldness melted away, and there was a touch of soft color in the depths of his eyes that was not easy to detect.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and Song Anshi came back to his senses. It turned out that Deng Qingyan was blocking his sight and looking at him angrily.
Frowning his brows, Master Song An chuckled and said, "Since Junior Brother Lin is feeling unwell, Hua'er will come back another day."
It's really disgusting for a grown man to call himself Hua'er. Jie Yuhua, who sings Huadan, is not as disgusting as him.
In short, when Musu's blood volume returns to 30% and he can walk, he no longer plans to lie here. He will commit suicide immediately and leave the dungeon.
He has been lingering on this copy for too long. If it was a cool article, I am afraid that readers would have already commented on the word count.
He is going to Qingtian Broken Mountain again. Judging from the characters currently appearing, I am afraid that only the evil spirits from outside the territory can kill him.
But before that, Mu Su had one more thing to do.
Get Deng Qingyan’s confidante reward.
In the evening, Deng Qingyan came to change Mu Su's medicine as usual. Mu Su threw the medicine aside, pulled Deng Qingyan onto his lap, and smiled obscenely: "Junior brother, come here quickly and let me check how your development is going~"
"Senior brother, don't..." Deng Qingyan pushed slightly, a blush rose on her delicate fair cheeks, revealing a desire to refuse but welcome: "I haven't taken a shower yet..."
After hearing this, Mu Su couldn't hold himself back, so he pulled him up and ran to the back mountain hot spring.
Deng Qingyan was a little shy after all. Although she did not reject Mu Su, she did not dare to go with him. Instead, she made an appointment to meet at the hot spring after burning incense.
After seeing off Deng Qingyan, Mu Su quickly left the cave and headed straight for the back mountain hot spring by a familiar road.
After a while, Mu Su walked to a flower path. A few feet away in front of the path, a slender and tall figure stood with fingers tangled together, standing there a little nervously and uneasily.
The rest of the disciples would be shocked if they saw the famous Wang Zihao among the outer disciples acting like a little daughter.
Mu Su also saw him - thinking he couldn't hold his shit anymore?
As mentioned before, Musu has the ability to associate everything with shit and piss.
When Wang Zihao saw him, his dark eyes shone with light and he opened his mouth to speak.
"Hey, brother Wang, long time no see~" Mu Su didn't give him a chance to say anything. He waved his hand and seemed to say hello affectionately, but in fact, he walked quickly past Wang Zihao without stopping and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
After a while, Mu Su walked to a gravel path. A few feet away in front of the path, a slightly regal figure stood with fingers tangled together, standing there a little reserved.
If Lin Qing'er saw Lin Ao acting like a little daughter, she would be shocked.
Mu Su also saw him - thinking what was going on at night, both of them were like this, were the latrines blocked?
When Lin Ao saw him, he lost his usual arrogant air, snorted softly, and opened his mouth to speak.
"Brother Wang is holding you behind. He may not have brought any paper. You can get some when you go over." Mu Su didn't give him a chance to speak. He seemed to be asking things affectionately, but in fact he walked quickly past Lin Ao without stopping.
He passed by and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.
After a while, Mu Su walked to an open space. A few feet away from the open space, a man's hands and feet were tied with white martial arts belts. A slightly capable figure walked on the spot, looking a bit tangled and reserved.
If the rest of the disciples saw Han Yuanji, one of the outer disciples who was quite vocal, acting like a little daughter, they would definitely be shocked.
Mu Su also saw him - and thought he deserved it. He beat me so badly, why didn't he shit his pants?
When Han Yuanji saw him, he lost his toughness in the previous competition and lowered his head slightly, opening his mouth to speak.
"Hold it." Mu Su didn't give him a chance to speak. He seemed to be disgusted with the reply, but in fact he was also disgusted. He quickly passed by Han Yuanji and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
After a while, Mu Su walked to a step in the back mountain. A few feet away from the step, a figure wrapped in a wide outer disciple's light blue robe and exuding a feminine aura stood there alone, as if waiting for someone.
If Deng Qingyan saw Master Song An waiting here, she would definitely pounce on him and tear his hair out.
Mu Su also saw him - thinking that this would be good, if all four of them had diarrhea, they could still play a few rounds of mahjong. Whoever loses can just wipe shit on the face of the other person.
Master Song An saw him, his narrow eyes lit up slightly, his expression was weak, and he opened his mouth to speak.
"..." Mu Su, who had nothing to say, ran away without giving him a chance to speak. He passed by Song Anshi like a gust of wind and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
In the back mountain, in the sparse forest clearing, hot springs are scattered like fragments, and the heat is rising.
Mu Su breathed a sigh of relief and sat in a small hot spring wearing only shorts - neither comfortable nor enjoyable. The weakened senses of the game helmet made him feel like he peed his pants when soaking in the water.
Fortunately, Deng Qingyan was about to show up to comfort him.
After an unbearable rustling sound of undressing, the sound of splashing into the water could be heard next to me.
A circle of ripples spread out and touched the skin, making it slightly itchy.
Mu Su looked impatiently and saw a hazy white body in the mist, as crystal clear as jade. Deng Qingyan's cheeks were filled with shame, she tilted her head slightly and did not dare to look directly at Mu Su.
Her short, silky hair clings to her neck, and one arm is stretched across her slightly undulating chest.
Looking down, luxuriant grass comes into view, and an elephant trunk pokes out from the grass.
"...?"
Mu Su rubbed his eyes.
"Big, elephant...?"
As if he couldn't believe what he saw, Mu Su stretched out his hand and pulled the elephant's trunk.
Deng Qingyan exclaimed, full of shame and weakly resisted, and cried out softly: "Don't pull..."
Click——
The sudden sound of thunder is like a bolt from the blue.
