Those privileges in the Sushou Sect must be abandoned, just because this is the Yunxia Sect, this is Si Guofeng, and the place where she stands is the inner hall where the leader of the largest sect in the world of cultivation lives.
In this place, there is no most beautiful woman, nor is there any genius in medicine. The pursuit of others is very ridiculous in front of this person.
So, this girl, who was walking gently and swaying, with her golden lotus uncovered, bowed her proud waist to the man in the curtain, curtsied and saluted: "Sushou Sect Ling Susu pays homage to the leader..."
"My master and I brought a letter to say hello to the head of the family."
After saying that, he handed the letter to the puppet man in a very disciplined manner, lowered his head slightly, and waited for the reaction of the person above.
Zhao Qiankun was not a person who found it difficult to get close to his juniors, not to mention that this was his daughter's filial piety.
With rare kindness, he said to Ling Susu: "Don't be so formal, come up and have a look."
Both Mrs. Ling and Ling Susu had been diagnosed with this disease many times and for many years.
It can only be maintained to slow down the disease when it occurs, and the inner demons should not breed and expand.
Yesterday, the boy Mai Fan suddenly mentioned the past... Zhao Qiankun tossed and turned all night, vomiting three mouthfuls of blood, and finally brought out the hidden root cause of the disease.
He didn't want to alarm anyone, but he forgot about his daughter.
This girl has been dependent on him since she was a child, lest he do something bad and she would be left alone in the world.
Zhao Qiankun would not admit it. This daughter was afraid that when he left, she would lose her support and would no longer be able to live freely...
He attributed all this to the love and friendship between his daughter and him.
Therefore, Zhao Qiankun accepted the kindness and put Xiao Transparent and that not-so-simple boy aside.
He stretched out his hand and waited quietly for Ling Susu's diagnosis.
Calmness returned to the master's hall once again, as if the windows were open? The warm wind blew over his face, and the bright moonlight fell on his bedside, as calm as Mai Fan's small courtyard.
At this time, Mai Fan had already stepped out of the tub.
To be honest? Are you used to being a mortal? Mai Fan is still not used to some common actions in the world of cultivation.
It's like taking a shower.
Among the elementary spells at the first level of Qi training, the most commonly used one is probably the Cleansing Spell.
No matter how dirty a puddle you fall into? After climbing out, just cast a cleaning spell on yourself...
Your clothes? Your hair? Even the mud between your fingernails, it can clean it for you.
The most amazing thing is that your clothes are dry, your hair is dry, and your body is dry. There is only a puddle of mud under your feet, indicating what you just encountered.
Logically speaking, this super convenient formula is a must-have for lazy people.
But Mai Fan couldn't do it. As a modern man, he thought this was just superficial cleaning.
As an authentic northerner...if bathing is not accompanied by rubbing mud...what soul does bathing have?
The excess cuticle on the surface of your body, the mud that can only be seen by rubbing, and the dandruff that cannot be detected by the naked eye...
Do you hope these cleaning spells can clear things up for you?
Haha? It is undoubtedly a dream.
So, Mai Fan still chooses to bathe in a tub? The most primitive kind.
And don't ask if the tavern will prepare its own bath towels. Ever since Mai Fan came back from the first world where supplies were scarce? He has stuffed two of these into the tavern.
He really didn't want to use loofah pulp to rub his delicate skin anymore, which made him feel like an iron pot... as if he didn't know the pain just to be clean.
You know? Is he carrying something like that on his back? The effect of rubbing the breast is smooth...
In order to avoid other people's misunderstanding... Mai Fan brought some bath towels? It seemed to make sense.
Then, he took a thorough bath, and walked out of the bathroom with the steam of the bath water...and a wet towel.
This kind of weather that is like spring all year round, neither cold nor hot, nor cloudy nor dry, is the most suitable for lying on a rocking chair, drinking wine, eating fried skewers, and admiring the moon.
Then, with such an image, Mai Fan heard the most high-pitched soprano in his life, not in his life.
"Ah!!! Ah~~~Ah!! Rogue!"
"boom!"
A lump of human matter fell down with the sound, knocking the snack plate he had prepared onto the ground.
Those fried pork skewers, French fries, cold cucumbers and Maifan’s own Erguotou...
It all splattered onto his lounge chair.
The current situation is that whether it is the enjoyment of eating or lying down, everything has been destroyed by the owner of this cry.
Mai Fan rolled his eyes and looked at the girl with a snack bucket on her head. She was a girl, she was wearing a skirt. She couldn't be a pervert, right? He said: "This... junior sister? Senior sister
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"Visiting late at night? What are you doing?"
The person on the other side took off the snack bucket with a noisy sound, and turned around with an angry face.
But this anger turned into screaming again after seeing Mai Fan's dress clearly.
"You gangster, you pervert, you don't wear clothes! You know that someone is here, but you still don't wear clothes!"
As he said this, he did not forget to throw the chicken nuggets hanging from his hair onto Mai Fan.
Mai Fan himself didn't feel so ashamed.
You are justified, don’t speak loudly... "I said, this is the small courtyard where I practice, right?"
"If I read it correctly, there is a house number outside each disciple's door."
"My sect here is Maiyuan, and my name is Maifan. This is something that all outer disciples and managers know..."
"And you are standing in my yard now. As an intruder, forget it and yell. What qualifications do you have to want to interfere with my behavior?"
"Haha, interfering with my behavior is already very ridiculous. The most intolerable thing is that you also ruined my food!"
"Have you seen the golden potato chips hanging in your hair? They are baked at 300 degrees and evenly tumbled for several minutes before they are made."
"And their wish is just for someone who understands their rich connotations and taste to appreciate their value as food."
"But you, this arrogant intruder, ruined everything."
"The delicious food, the comfortable atmosphere, the clean and clear environment, and the atmosphere that is conducive to improving your state of mind, eating and practicing... are all ruined by you..."
"Now you still have the nerve to throw these pitiful foods at me? You are the gangster, the dirty and shameless person!"
