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Hearing Mu Sword Spirit's explanation to the spatial array master, Yang Fan was stunned. He slowly came back to his senses, took a deep breath, swallowed his saliva and said, "This … This is too... That something! "

"That's right. Moreover, spatial array masters are the wealthiest of them all. Most of them are extremely wealthy." Mu Sword Spirit sighed.

"This …" Yang Fan was shocked speechless.

Mu Jian Ling was surprised by Yang Fan's expression and did not seem surprised at all. Seeing the sky darken, she squatted down and started searching through the items.

Seeing Mu Jian Ling looking for the antidote, Yang Fan also squatted down to pick out the antidote. However, he didn't know what he was looking for. He raised his head and asked, "What does the antidote look like?"

Mu Sword Spirit's expression was stunned as she bit her lower lip and said, "You didn't know at first, so what are you looking for?"

Yang Fan scratched his head in embarrassment, "I thought it was only a few items?"

"You..." Mu Sword Spirit was so angry that she could not speak. She waved her delicate hand and said, "It's a jade colored porcelain bottle."

"Oh!" After answering, he buried his head to look for it …

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In the dark forest, a few glimmers of light added a strange atmosphere to the forest.

The surroundings were completely silent. The only sound that could be heard was the crisp crackling of firewood. Beside the bonfire sat two people. They were Yang Fan and Mu Jian Ling. They were recovering their spirit energy after consuming the antidote.

Yang Fan and the Sword Spirit both had a blue and a yellow spiritual energy revolving around their bodies, but Yang Fan had the majority of it being yellow spiritual energy. The blue spiritual energy was scattered in a few faint wisps around him, but it was also absorbed.

After a moment, the two of them formed a hand seal at the same time, and the surrounding spiritual energy gradually faded. Yang Fan was the first to open his eyes, and the instant he opened his eyes, a glint flashed past them, as he exhaled a mouthful of impure air. At the same time, Mu Jian Ling finished her cultivation, and in the instant they opened their eyes, their gazes met.

He lowered his head bashfully and spoke out like a mosquito, "You... What are you looking at? "

Yang Fan grinned and said, "To see my wife."

Hearing Yang Fan's words, Mu Sword Spirit did not retort, as if she had tacitly agreed to their relationship. At this moment, even her neck was completely red.

"I just don't know what you'll look like when you're dressed as a woman, Ling'er. I think you must be an immortal daughter." Yang Fan fantasized as he spoke

Furthermore, when Mu Sword Spirit heard Yang Fan praise her, she felt very sweet in her heart. Which woman didn't like to be praised by her lover? A girl with tricks like Mu Sword Spirit was naturally the easiest to be satisfied with.

"That …" Yang Fan wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words back.

"What's wrong?" When Mu Sword Spirit saw that Yang Fan wanted to say something, she swallowed her words and asked.

"It... "Actually, I want to know why you were chased." Yang Fan paused for a moment before explaining his thoughts in one breath.

Mu Sword Spirit seemed to know the question Yang Fan wanted to ask. Taking a deep breath, her red lips opened her mouth to speak, "Let me tell you a story! You will know when you hear it. " Then he said, "You come over first."

Yang Fan was stupefied for a moment, but he still stood up and walked over, then sat down beside him.

At this moment, Mu Sword Spirit rested her head on Yang Fan's shoulder. Yang Fan's body first stiffened, then recovered, and carefully raised her arms to hug him. Seeing that there was no response, she became more natural. Mu Sword Spirit rubbed her head against Yang Fan's shoulder, as if she was looking for a comfortable position.

The two of them were silent for a while, before Mu Sword Spirit spoke, "You are the second man I have come into contact with after my father. You are now my husband, too.

Mu Sword Spirit began to recall something, "I remember that I was like this before, lying in my father's or mother's embrace, but everything changed after I cultivated." His voice became choked with sobs, "That was after I secretly cultivated. Originally, my father and mother did not allow me to cultivate, so they told the outside world that I did not have the appropriate type of spiritual energy and said that I could not cultivate. However, the truth is that I am the most compatible with water elemental spiritual energy. Furthermore, before I started cultivating, I could feel the existence of water attributed spiritual energy, but I don't know why they didn't give me any cultivation. At that time, I didn't understand anything and hated them. When my peers turned twelve, they all started cultivating, but I could only look on with envy. In the eyes of others, I am just a piece of trash, a delicate vase. "

He paused for a moment and then raised his head to look at Yang Fan. Yang Fan seemed to know something and smiled, "Continue!"

"I spent two years in such a cold gaze. As I grew older, people started to show their love for me, but I knew that they were only interested in my appearance. So I avoided contact with them. For the past two years, only my father and mother had been with me. Whenever I asked them why I couldn't cultivate, they would just say it was too late. Finally, I couldn't help but secretly read the cultivation technique books and started to cultivate. " Speaking of which, he glanced at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan only shrugged bitterly, as if he was saying, "Don't look at me, I'm different from you."

"After cultivating, I would hide myself. However, there is no wall that doesn't let the wind out. The news of me being able to cultivate soon reached my uncle, Mu Sen, and the others. Afterwards, they called me over."

It was like this at the time, the two of them gradually sunk back into it, as if they had returned to that time.

"Ling'er, I heard you can cultivate now." Månsson put his hands behind his back and smiled.

"No …." "No." Mu Sword Spirit replied timidly, as she recalled her father's words, "If Ling'er asks if you can cultivate, you must tell her that you can't know."

Just as she was about to grab onto Mu Jian Ling's small hand to block her path, a figure appeared in front of her and stopped her with a wave of his hand. Mu Sen said with a smile, "Big Brother, there's no need to trouble you about this matter, right? I'm pretty sure that my daughter will be able to cultivate or not. Those people are just spouting nonsense. "

"Father!" Mu Sword Spirit exclaimed in a clear voice as she looked at the back of the approaching person and quickly hid in his embrace. The person who had come was her father, Mu Jianming.

"So it's Fourth Bro!" Aren't I afraid that you might have made a mistake? You know that would spoil the child's future. " Mu Sen spoke in a profound tone, but everyone in the Mu family knew that the fight for the position of the Mu family's head had already reached a standstill. Mu Jianming was not friendly with others, so there was almost no one supporting him.