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Chapter Thirty-Four: Fake Death

"Fox? Are you talking about Xiaobai? I have to look after the store, so how can I have time to follow me around all day long?" Mu Wanqing answered casually without going into details.

"Xiao Bai? What's that fox's name? What a strange name." Xie Yingli couldn't help laughing, but he had some thoughts of his own in his heart.

Not everyone can call them "Xiao Bai". Anyone who comes to Chenyan Inn to do business, regardless of their official position, identity or status, must call them Bai Guanshi instead of "Xiao Bai".

"No, I have a name, Bai Qi. However, I think it is more familiar to call me Xiaobai. Xiaobai Xiaobai...it sounds so nice and cute."

"It's quite cute." Xie Yingli agreed, understanding a little more about the relationship between Mu Wanqing and Manager Bai.

From the woods to the desert, Xie Yingli chatted with Mu Wanqing all the way. Even when he was trying to get information from Mu Wanqing, he had a good sense of proportion and scale.

A light green spiritual butterfly flew to Mu Wanqing and circled around her, "Okay, I understand, let's continue exploring the path."

Xie Yingli knew that something might have happened, but he didn't know what happened. "What happened?"

"There is a woman fainting in the desert ahead." Mu Wanqing turned the Na ring on her index finger back and forth, "Go and have a look."

With the help of firelight, Mu Wanqing could only see a vague outline from the direction where she was, and a small amount of gauze wrapped around her head that was not buried in the sand. If she came later, or didn't come at all.

, this girl was afraid that she would be buried in the yellow sand, until one day the yellow sand would be blown away by the strong wind, and the covered body would be exposed again.

Mu Wanqing took out his sword and poked the woman one meter away. When he heard the woman making a hoarse voice, Mu Waqing dared to approach and pulled the woman out of the yellow sand. The woman's face was haggard, her mouth was chapped, and her eyes were hazy.

His lips were slightly open but he couldn't say any words.

Water, what you should want is water.

Mu Wanqing took out the water bag from Najie, removed the stopper and carefully fed the woman leaning on his arms. Xie Yingli stood in the distance and looked at the woman, as if he knew her.

The woman drank all the water in the water bag and rested in Mu Wanqing's arms for a while before speaking: "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry!"

After eating the chicken buns given by Mu Wanqing, the woman slowly regained her energy and said, "Thank you."

"Why are you alone in the desert and separated from your family? Do you want me to take you back?" Mu Wanqing saw that it was already midnight, so she was afraid that something would happen if a beautiful woman like her was left alone in the desert at night.

"No family." Before the woman could finish her words, she heard Xie Yingli's mocking laughter, "My damn father is dead, so you have nowhere to go."

The woman raised her head and glanced at Xie Yingli. She just said, "It's you." Then she lowered her head and straightened her shabby clothes.

Mu Wanqing's brain was a little confused. Xie Yingli knew the woman in front of him. Could it be that this was another woman his father raised outside the home? "Do you know each other?"

"More than just acquaintance, she is the human woman who my old immortal father killed my mother and so many others and wanted to resurrect. I didn't expect that she is alive and well now. I wonder if he will be angry enough to survive.

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"Huh! Resurrection me? Is that what he told you?" The woman snorted coldly, looking at Xie Yingli with disdain in her eyes, "It is obvious that he is addicted to beauty, and his cultivation has gone too far, which has damaged his cultivation. He wants to pass

Forbidden magic to quickly improve my cultivation. Why did it end up resurrecting me?"

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