v2 Chapter 1287： Involuntarily, dragged him out of the water

When the water temperature is suitable, I can't wait to soak in the water. The warm water eroded the scar, and the corners of his eyes shrank from the pain.

Mu Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Senior Brother Mu, we were injured together, why am I the only one in such a mess."

Qing Yuan emerged half of her body from the water, lying on the edge of the bathtub, letting the water droplets slip from her hair, flow down her neck and shoulders, intertwined with the dripping blood.

"hiss."

Inadvertently pulling the wound, he couldn't help taking a breath.

"Enough, don't wash anymore."

Mu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, walked to the tub in a few steps, looked down at the bath water that was almost stained red, and an unknown fire suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

Without any explanation, he pulled him out of the water with both hands.

"Hiss, Senior Brother Mu, it hurts so much."

Qingyuan complained bitterly.

"do not move."

Mu Fan ignored his complaints, took out the elixir and bandages from the storage ring, and skillfully treated the wound.

"Senior Brother Mu, lighten up..."

Qingyuan took a deep breath from time to time to relieve the pain of tearing.

"Since you know it hurts, why do you have to torment yourself and let the wound soak in water?"

Mu Fan's eyes were as cold as frost, and an unknown fire kept radiating out, which tended to become more and more violent.

"hey-hey."

Qing Yuan smiled and defended: "It's not that serious, it's just a hot bath, to wash off the dirt, kill bacteria and reduce inflammation, maybe it will get better sooner."

"Nonsense!"

Mu Fan's subordinates kept moving, wiping blood, applying medicine, and wrapping bandages in one go, but his complexion became darker and darker, so black that it could almost drip ink.

"Senior Brother Mu, don't be angry, it's all right now, you see, with the bandage on, it doesn't hurt at all."

A faint light flashed across Qing Yuan's eyes, and while he was putting away the elixir, he approached him laughingly.

The freshly washed hair exudes an intoxicating fragrance, which drifts into the tip of the nose.

Mu Fan subconsciously held his breath, moved his body, and pulled a little distance away from him.

"Is the meal ready yet? I'm hungry."

Qingyuan didn't seem to see him avoiding deliberately, rubbed his shriveled stomach, got dressed, carried the sewage out of the house and poured it out, turned around and went to the kitchen.

The steam in the kitchen was low, and the old man kneaded the only white flour left at home into steamed buns, steamed two steamers, and was filling the stove with firewood.

"Old man, let me light the fire for you."

Qing Yuan stepped into the threshold with a smile, and helped the old man throw firewood into the stove.

"Thank you Master Immortal."

The old man grinned, spooned two buckets of hot water from the cauldron, and brought them into the room.

Not long after, there was a clear and faint sound of splashing water in the low hut with the door closed.

Qing Yuan's eyes flickered, and he threw a few sticks of firewood into the stove, stepped over the threshold, and walked out of the courtyard.

The moment he stepped out of the courtyard, the handsome young man turned into a heroic young girl.

"Owner,"

The little kingfisher stood on the top of the tree, combing its feathers gracefully, and its small eyes were filled with teasing: "Tianhuo, Tianlei, Tianshui, three little guys, slipped out of the orb.

"Hi."

Lin Qingluo rubbed the center of her brows with a headache, and knew without guessing that it must be the sixth brother's good deed.

"Let the birds keep an eye out, don't let them cause trouble everywhere."

"Good."

The little kingfisher readily agreed, and would do so without the owner's orders.

Those little ancestors didn't know how to keep a low profile at all, and their ability to cause trouble was first-rate.

"Is there no news from Tianfeng? Count the days, three days in the secret place, it's time to end."

Lin Qingluo spun her right hand along with the wind, and a miniature tornado quietly formed, like a naughty child, circling around her fingertips.

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