The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

"My right leg is broken and I need to rest for a while."

After Mu Moxi checked the injury, he took out the ointment and bandage from the storage ring and bandaged the white fox.

His movements were very gentle, trying not to touch the wound as much as possible, but the white fox still winced in pain.

Mu Wei's eyebrows darkened, and he subconsciously reached out his hand, using his spiritual power to heal its wounds and help it relieve its pain.

"Twilight, take your hand away."

Bai Hu complained angrily, not seeing the soft light in his eyes.

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Ye Xiuyan found Yin Jiutang in the secret room in the backyard, photographed the injured slave in the clear water, and took it away from Xianlefang without knowing it.

No one was found in Jingzhao Mansion, and the officials were unhappy.

Lin Jingcheng took the opportunity to show up and made some sly provocations, transferring all the anger of the government officials to the family who reported the crime.

"If you file a false report in the middle of the night, I will crush him to death."

The government officials rushed back to the government office cursing, and one can imagine what would happen to the person who reported the crime.

A beating is inevitable.

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In the middle of the night, there is a bamboo house on the island in the middle of the lake.

"I want to eat grapes, peeled."

"The roasted lamb is medium rare, not bloody, and not too old."

"Lemon juice is too sour. Grandma Fox wants to drink mango juice."

"........."

Mou Si, Mu Jian, Mu Moxi, the three of them stared dumbfoundedly at the white fox lying on the bed, taking advantage of his injury to boss around and act mischievously.

As for their fellow disciples, Mu Wei, who was usually smiling and not serious at all, sat upright in front of the bed, letting the white fox pick and choose, making troubles unreasonably, and serving him meticulously.

"Fragrant fox."

Mousse couldn't stand it any longer, pinched her waist and scolded with a smile: "You hurt your hind leg, but you hurt your front paw. Why do you want someone else to take care of you when you eat a grape?"

"Who made him curse me in the middle of the night? He burned Grandma Fox's hair and made me sneeze. The old immortal heard it. It was all because of him that I got hurt."

The white fox acted shamelessly and refused to admit that the injury to its hind legs had nothing to do with Mu Bing. It was injured before they came. "Okay, it's my fault, okay?"

Mu Bi's peach blossom eyes flashed, and he stabbed it again smoothly: "Seeing that before you die, you don't think about anyone, but for my sake, I won't care about you."

"Who misses you?"

The white fox was furious, and subconsciously wanted to jump up to save his face.

However, his right leg was pulled painfully, and he lay down wailing again.

"Sure, you didn't think about it, didn't you?"

Mu Wei's eyebrows darkened, a little spiritual light came from his fingertips, and he gently massaged its injured leg.

The white fox hummed for a while, the wound no longer hurt, and he narrowed his eyes in comfort.

"Stop fussing and get some sleep."

Mu Wei looked amused, put away his spiritual power, pulled over a pillow towel, used it as a small quilt, and covered it.

The injured hind leg of the white fox was covered with bandages. It was curled up in discomfort, grunting and looking for trouble again.

Mu Bi pulled over another pillow and stuffed it under his injured leg to make it more comfortable.

The white fox calmed down and closed his eyes comfortably.

"Twilight, you kid..."

Mu Jian always felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to speak, he was blocked by Mu Bi: "It's late at night. Brothers, please go back. I'll take care of Xianghu."

"Uh."

Mu Jian held a breath in his heart, and his breath was not smooth.

"Let's go."

Mu Moxi and Mu looked at each other, and one of them grabbed one of his arms and dragged him out.

"Don't you think there's something wrong with that boy Mu Bi?"

Mu Jian still had doubts in his heart, and the answer was that Mu Bi closed the door forcefully, blocking the prying eyes of outsiders.

(End of this chapter)