"As you grow up, you should know better than me what kind of person your father is. Or should you say that you are eager to get the so-called father's love from him, but you have not received a response for a long time, so you are spreading your resentment on other innocent people?
Come on?" The woman pushed aside the gauze that blocked her sight from the side and looked at Xie Yingli.
"You're talking nonsense." Xie Yingli's subconscious retort made people even more suspicious. When he reacted, he turned his head away, not daring to look directly at the two of them. After a long time, he whispered, "I'm sorry."
"It's a bit perfunctory to be able to end everything with just one apology." Mu Wanqing looked at Xie Yingli with a smile, and then looked up at the sky, "It's difficult to travel in the desert at night, so I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate to leave her here alone."
Xie Yingli looked at Mu Wanqing, wondering if he had misheard what he just said.
Mu Wanqing remained silent and looked back at Xie Yingli.
Xie Yingli couldn't stand such a long confrontation with Mu Wanqing, so he lowered his head first: "Okay."
"That's good. I still have something to do, so I'll take the first step." Mu Wanqing saw that the woman wanted to say something and replied, "Don't worry, I'm an immortal cultivator, and I'm not so weak as to be able to bully me.
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After hearing what Mu Wanqing said, the woman was obviously relieved.
Mu Wanqing said goodbye to the two of them, and walked alone in the desert accompanied by Spirit Butterfly. It would take about half an hour of hiking to get out of the desert, and then he could fly with his sword and leave this ghost place.
The whooshing cold wind blew up the yellow sand, and the chill of the moonlight shone on Mu Wanqing's back, making her feel a little more lonely. Mu Wanqing tightened her cloak tightly and hummed her favorite song in a low voice.
Song: "The world of mortals comes and goes without leaving a trace. When I'm drunk, I sing and miss my old friends. I don't see the joys and sorrows of thousands of miles away. In the dream, there are clear rains. Outside the dream, there are sounds of Hujia. In the play, I sing about the rejuvenation of life..."
After leaving Quyang, Mu Wanqing took the time to return to the Qinghui Sect. Don't ask, I just wanted to see the old man. I haven't written a letter to either of them for so many years.
She and Lu Junying had returned to the sect twice during the mission, but unfortunately they had not seen Xiaoyao Lao. She did not know what the old man was running around when he was not practicing and enjoying the blessings of the sect for a long time.
When he returned to the sect at dawn, Mu Wanqing happened to meet Xiaoyao Lao, who was just about to leave the sect, holding an infant baby in his arms.
"Shit! Master, you already have an illegitimate child. Why didn't you tell us, Master? Why didn't you bring it back for us to see?" Mu Wanqing approached and poked the baby's chubby face.
The Xiaoyao guy knocked off Mu Wanqing's hand and waved his hand to chase Mu Wanqing away, "Go, go, what an illegitimate child, this is your third junior brother."
Three…third junior brother?
She is going to be a senior sister, and she, Mu Wanqing, is finally no longer the youngest in the sect, hahaha...
Wait... Mu Wanqing looked at Xiaoyao Lao in disbelief, "Master, you didn't kidnap a newborn baby back to the mountain, did you?"
"No, Master, your behavior is child trafficking in my hometown, which is a crime."
Mu Wanqing thought Xiaoyao would explain, but he said something that shocked her, "Just grab it and it won't be called trafficking."
"Robbing is even more impossible!" Mu Wanqing was sure that if his undistinguished master had not cultivated immortality, he would definitely have to squat in the trap several times.
Mu Wanqing took the baby from Xiaoyao's hand and refused to let go, with a questioning tone in his voice: "Which family's child is from this family? I have to return it to them. If the child is lost, their parents may be worried."
