v2 Chapter 1577： Mu Fan didn't wait for her to finish speaking, hugged her sister, and comforted her

"It's getting late, let's go back."

Immortal Guangzin glanced at the dark sky outside the window, suppressed his doubts forcibly, and walked out of the room slowly.

"good."

Daoist Guangchen breathed a sigh of relief, followed him out of the threshold, escaped into the void together, and disappeared.

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Qin Xueyuan.

The young people gathered together to greet Mu Fan, and they dispersed in the middle of the night.

Mu Fan sent the man away, walked out of the house, came to the well in the courtyard, took off his shirt, fetched a bucket of cold water, and poured it over his head.

"Clatter."

A bucket of water poured over his head and feet, washing the blood stains on his body.

"It's cold in late autumn, you will catch cold and get sick if you rush like this."

Lin Qingluo drifted into the small courtyard like a misty blue smoke, staring at him intently, full of disapproval.

"Sister, are you still awake?"

Mu Fan paused with his hand holding the barrel, his ears turned red, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"I'll go to the kitchen and boil some hot water for you."

Lin Qingluo threw the wooden bucket into the well, fetched another bucket of water, and carried it to the kitchen.

"Let me do it."

Mu Fan wiped away the water stains on his face, took the wooden bucket, and walked towards the kitchen.

Lin Qingluo glanced and threw it on the ground, the torn **** clothes felt a little distressed.

He squeezed a fire spirit art and burned the **** clothes to ashes.

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In the kitchen, the firewood was lit, and the burning crackled, bringing a bit of spring warmth to the cold cabin.

"You, you don't know how to feel sorry for yourself."

Lin Qingluo took out a silk handkerchief, wiped off the water stains on Mu Fan's cheeks, and couldn't help but scold.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Mu Fan smiled indifferently, took the silk handkerchief, and wiped his hair.

"It's cold at night."

Lin Qingluo poked his forehead, still angry: "Rinse with cold water, if you get sick, how can you withstand Moy's devil training?"

"Master, he is actually not that cruel."

Mu Fan wiped his hair with his hand, and felt the need to defend Moy: "Compared to the insane real Guangzin, Master's fighting movements are really too gentle."

"You."

Lin Qing laughed angrily, and poked him again: "I'm usually like a gourd, speaking for Moy, and my tongue is quite smooth."

"Master has taught me a lot."

Mu Fan felt a little regretful: "Unfortunately, he can only stay in the spirit world for one year."

"He's gone, and there's my sister, my sister will teach you."

Lin Qingluo raised her brows lightly, and smiled jokingly: "However, it must be agreed in advance that my sister will not deliberately release water like Moy, and then don't complain about my sister being cruel."

"Ahem, the hot water is ready."

Mu Fan's ears turned red, and he avoided his sister's playful gaze, lifted the lid of the pot, lifted the iron pot, and poured hot water into the wooden barrel.

"Mu Fan."

Lin Qingluo suddenly took his hand, showing a little apology: "You suffered a lot about today, it's because of my sister's fault, and it hurts you."

"Sister, I'm fine."

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Mu Fan put down the iron pot, hugged his sister, and comforted her in turn.

"I know my sister must have been very powerful in her previous life. There are many people who admire and love my sister. It doesn't matter. I don't care about it. There are still people who provoke me. Just let them come. I'm not afraid of them."

"Where did you hear that many people admire my sister?"

Lin Qing smiled angrily, stared at her beautiful eyes, and scolded with a smile: "It is true that there will be people who will provoke you, but they are not admirers, but enemies, and each one is more ferocious than the other. Let you show off your strength and bear it well."

"Cough cough."

Mu Fan choked, his face instantly turned bitter, and he pressed his forehead against his sister's shoulder, pretending to be afraid: "Someone will really provoke me, I'm joking, sister help me."

"It's strange to save you."

Lin Qingluo listened to the music, patted his back, and bent his eyebrows with a smile.

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