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Listening to Yang Fan's words, Mu Sword Spirit was a little smug in her heart. You almost met me because of luck from your previous life. But now, she's a "man."

Yang Fan endured the pungent smell as he wrapped his arms around Mu Jian Ling's calves. After bowing and sending her off, he quickly left.

As for Yang Fan, the Mu Sword Spirit he carried on his back had completely flushed red. It was impossible to tell how pale he had become during the battle. As Yang Fan had patted her butt when he carried her on his back, the current Mu Sword Spirit's mood fluctuated greatly. Ever since he realized that they would be together for the next four to five days, this was the first time he had taken a photo. Although Yang Fan had always carried him on his back the previous few times, nothing like this had happened.

What Mu Jian Ling did not realize was that she had already resisted Yang Fan from the very first time, to the moment she took the initiative to let Yang Fan carry her. She had already fallen for the feeling of being protected by Yang Fan.

Mu Sword Spirit could always feel the warmth from Yang Fan's body every time. She could feel the warmth of something before her, and slowly, several times, she had already unconsciously fallen for this feeling.

At this moment, her feelings as a young girl slowly blossomed. She slowly rested her head on Yang Fan's shoulder. At this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of serenity and warmth from her heart. It was just that she couldn't say it herself. She could only silently enjoy it.

At this moment, Yang Fan only thought that Mu Jian Ling was too tired and that he had gotten used to it. His beautiful fantasies had already been shattered the day after he met her. Yang Fan had thought of giving up on her, but every time he saw her pitiful and helpless appearance, he couldn't help but feel this kind of determination. Although he didn't understand why she risked her life to challenge a demon beast that was even stronger than him to improve herself, his unyielding will was also imbued into Yang Fan. He had also asked Mu Sword Spirit but she did not say anything, so he could only leave this matter at that.

At this time, Yang Fan had also changed from walking to jumping, shuttling back and forth in the forest.

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"There's no need to do this!" From afar, Yang Fan's complaints could be heard. The reason was that every time Mu Sword Spirit washed up, Yang Fan would have to go to the surroundings to guard it. The beautiful name of Yang Fan came from the surroundings, "What if there is a demon beast?"

Yang Fan could only shake his head and sigh, "Did I owe you something from my previous life?" Mu Sword Spirit merely smiled and did not answer as she continued to drive her away. Under Mu Sword Spirit's pushing, she gradually walked further and further away.

As Mu Sword Spirit turned around and returned to the riverbank, she untied her clothes one by one and took off her jacket, revealing her fair arms and alluring long legs. Her chest was wrapped in a white belt that reached all the way to her waist.

Anyone who saw it would feel a burning desire, and then they would begin to untie the white belt on their chest and peel it off one by one. While walking down the river, she unwrapped her feet from top to bottom and walked in a carefree manner. She had always been able to imagine what kind of enticing scene this was, and just as Mu Sword Spirit was about to enter the water, she had already stripped away the last bit of the shyness on her body, revealing her proud twin peaks and her mysterious lower body.

Mu Sword Spirit swam downstream slowly and saw a pair of white hands pushing outwards in the water. A white shadow dived into the middle of the river.

Moments later, an extremely beautiful face appeared in the middle of the river. It turned out that Mu Sword Spirit was really that beautiful. It was pure without appearing seductive, and the length of it revealed on his shoulders gave people a feeling that an immortal had descended upon the world. This was the Water Spirit Body. It looked extremely weak, but it also possessed a graceful beauty. It seemed to be more flexible when combined with the water.

Mu Sword Spirit stirred up her hands that were hidden underwater. Her fingers tapped the surface of the water as she slowly moved her arms across the water. The scene was extremely beautiful. His two hands landed on his chest and gently rubbed over, causing his legs to sway under the water, causing ripples to surface on the surface of the water.

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At this moment, Yang Fan was lying on the trunk of a lush green tree. There was a blade of grass in his mouth as he stared at the sky through the gaps between the branches. It was unknown what he was thinking about. He suddenly sat up, jumped down from the tree, and started pacing back and forth in front of the tree while mumbling: "Should I go or not? If I were to go and discover that she was a girl, wouldn't it ruin Mu Jian's innocence? Then wouldn't I be remembered and hated? "But how can you prove that you're right if you don't go?"

It turned out that Yang Fan suspected the identity of Mu Sword Spirit, which was why he had been secretly paying attention to her for such a long time. Now he was struggling with his thoughts and finally made a decision. "Well, I'm just trying not to let her find out!"

It was actually Ying Susu. She had been following Yang Fan the entire time, but this had not been discovered by Yang Fan, nor had her cultivation reached such a terrifying level. She mumbled to herself, "This child, when did he become like this? I wonder what he would think of her. It seems like he's been led astray by the Xing Family's Hu Zi. He shouldn't have let Fan'er play with him." He turned around and followed them …

If Xing Hu were here, he would have cried himself to death. He would have said, "Aunt, this is something Yang Fan wants to understand. Can you blame me?" Xing Hu had grown up with Yang Fan and the others, and he knew the most about them, so many of his young friends came to learn from him. Yang Fan was one of them, so how could a young man possibly resist such temptation? This also caused Yang Fan to feel at a loss when he was listening to Ying Susu's lecture. His brain was always thinking of how he could explain to Erhu that there was a way out!

Yang Fan slowly walked towards the river. At this moment, Mu Sword Spirit had already finished washing herself. She took out some clothes from an exquisite embroidered bag. This bag was her storage bag. She put it back on the ground and put it on by the river. Just as she was about to wrap the bandage around her chest, she looked at a tree not far away with a cold look in her eyes. She quickly put on her coat, picked up the sword beside her and pointed it at the tree: "Who is it?"

At this moment, a person walked out from behind the tree. The richly dressed lady had a handsome face but there was a wretched smile on her face. She laughed lewdly at Mu Jian Ling and said, "I didn't expect to meet such a stunning girl like Miss in this examination. It seems that I have missed something."

However, he continued: "But it's not too late yet. As long as Miss is willing to spend a night with me on the Spring Festival Gala, I can let you enter the Imperial Sword Sect as a core disciple. This is not something that ordinary disciples can compare to.

On the other hand, Mu Sword Spirit's eyes were cold, revealing traces of killing intent as she shouted, "Go and die!" As she slashed her sword downwards, an extremely deep sense of disgust for this kind of person appeared in the depths of Mu Sword Spirit's soul.