I am above the long river of time, overlooking the eternity!

Chapter 13: Junior Brother, I am not very familiar with it. Under the moonlit night, there is a girl blooming with murderous intent!
Mu Yuanjun looked at the broad back with sharp edges and white jade, and couldn't help but blush slightly.

Luo Jing is not like many martial artists, whose muscles become stiff with practice.

He used the 'Shangdong Sword Qi' to temper his body from the inside out, and instead concentrated his strength on one point. Although his body was not strong and burly, it was inexplicably filled with a masculine energy.

Thinking like this, the girl in the green skirt leaned down, wiped the soap locust with her fingertips to create lather, and pressed against Luo Jing's arm, wiping his body vigorously. Her breathing was light and heavy, sometimes even on the tip of her nose. The falling fragrant sweat dripped on Luo Jing's skin.

After practicing martial arts, there are beautiful ladies to serve him.

For Luo Jing, there was nothing uncomfortable.

He actually didn't have much interaction with his senior sister before.

However, based on the seven days of observation, although Mu Yuanjun has a strong temper, he is not stubborn. On the contrary, he is somewhat resigned and content with the situation.

She would do whatever Mu Yuqing asked her to do.

Ever since that day at Wu Stele Forest.

Luo Jing could clearly sense that the last remaining energy in his little senior sister's heart had completely disappeared with his performance.

The young man soothed his nerves and looked at his sweaty little wife from the corner of his eye. There was an inexplicable emotion brewing in his heart.

After being asked by Mu Yuqing to come, the initial rush was gone.

Mu Yuanjun quickly figured out how to be a charming and lovely wife.

Never ask more than you should.

Most of the things she does every day, except for her own cultivation time, are taking care of Luo Jing's clothes, cooking, cleaning, and bathing. For an ordinary sweet girl of heaven, this is almost impossible.

It should also be related to Mu Yuqing's subtle teachings.

Thinking of this, Luo Jing did not hesitate to respond.

He reached out his hand and gently lifted the head of the girl who was immersed in wiping his abdomen. Seeing her sudden panic, he couldn't help but smile warmly and wiped the sweat from her forehead:

"Senior sister, there is no need to serve you so carefully every day."

"According to Mrs. Mu's wishes, in a few days, when you and I get married, I will inherit the master of Fulong Mountain as promised by your Mu family, and then you will always be the master's wife of Fulong Mountain."

"You don't have to be so insecure."

Mu Yuanjun was supported by the man in front of him, holding the corners of his lips, almost leaning against Luo Jing's generous chest.

Feeling the heat wave hitting her face, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly. The girl in the green skirt's face suddenly turned red, and she felt a little embarrassed.

So she struggled a few times and pushed Luo Jing away, pursed her lips tightly, and then her cheeks puffed up slightly:

"What the hell!"

Her eyes wandered, she looked around at him, and after holding it in for a long time, she said:
"Junior brother, don't do this."

"My concubine is also learning to be a wife. You have solved the crisis in Fulong Mountain. I can't do anything to help you."

"When you are practicing martial arts, even if I can only help you share one or two tasks, it can still play some role and not become a decoration. Don't do this suddenly, I am not used to it yet."

As Mu Yuanjun spoke, his head gradually lowered, he held the hem of his skirt and hurriedly walked into the house.

Luo Jing was left stunned for a moment.

"It seems that I made a misjudgment. The young senior sister is indeed a strong-willed person, and she seems to have accepted everything, but in fact she is still not ready."

Luo Jing thought in his mind.

It's something he didn't notice.

After all, whether it is in later generations or in Fulong Mountain, everyone, not only a human being, but at the very least, has his own thoughts in mind, and he rarely has time to relax.

She relaxed unconsciously this time, but she didn't expect Mu Yuanjun to be so aggressive. She thought that the interaction in the past few days had made her adapt.

Luo Jingzheng was wondering whether to apologize.

But at this moment, there was just a "crunch" sound. The girl in the green skirt who had walked into the house, holding a bamboo basket that radiated heat, crossed the threshold in two steps. The hair on her temples swayed, and then disappeared again. return.

She put down the bamboo basket in her hand on the stone table on one side, then gently opened the curtain, revealing the fragrant pastries inside, her cheeks were still slightly red:

"This is the osmanthus cake I made myself."

"You, remember to eat it while it's hot."

After saying that, Mu Yuanjun hurriedly walked away. When he was about to leave the secluded courtyard in Luojing, he stopped and turned around, watching the young man raising his eyebrows and looking at her back. After thinking for a long time, he said:

"My mother said that the position of master should not be left without a master for a day. Keep everything simple and just keep a filial piety for my father for half a month. When junior brother you get married to me, I will definitely not be like this."

Sure enough, Mu Yuanjun was still not used to it. He just felt that the words "concubine" and "husband" were hard to say.

"Junior brother still calls me smoothly."

She thought to herself.

After saying that, Mu Yuanjun's back disappeared into the night with a swipe, and he even looked like he was running away.

Luo Jing watched her leave, the soft color in his eyes flashed away, and he regained his composure in the blink of an eye.

He picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, smelled the faint fragrance attached to it, and suddenly sighed.

The little senior sister is really cute.

It would indeed be a good thing to have such a fiancée in Jinling.

What a pity, Fulong Mountain.
It was just a martial arts sect that Jiang Ye said had disappeared long ago.

Luo Jing didn't know what he was going through right now.

fantasy?

reality?

"I want to think about it. When I get married and inherit the throne, and watch this first chapter come to an end, everything will be revealed."

"I'm also looking forward to seeing whether this action can condense the so-called 'legendary deeds' and even 'destiny'."

The boy's eyes flickered.

Immediately, I wanted to swallow the cake in my mouth.

But just when it touched the corner of his mouth, he suddenly stopped.

"Who are you."

Without moving his body, Luo Jing glanced to the right from the corner of his eye.

At this glance, I saw it
Under the moonlight on one side, a shadow that suddenly grew and grew short appeared silently behind the originally empty space.

He put down the pastry in his hand and thought in his eyes:
"Quietly, you can touch this place."

"There must be a means of warning in advance, so that the cicadas can wake up before the autumn wind blows, otherwise they will definitely be noticed by me."

"Are you a master?"

As he finished speaking, Luo Jing felt something sharp on his back, pushing against him.

"While the little senior sister was leaving, I finally showed up while I was thinking about things. It seems that this isn't the first time you've been staring at me. You were secretly watching me a few days ago."

"Otherwise, even if I am a grandmaster, I would not be able to notice it normally."

A chill gradually spread from behind.

Finally, the hoarse voice slowly sounded in the long silent night, and at the same time, it was secretly mixed with a threatening tone:
"Wang Dongxuan, you are the proud son of heaven."

"I don't mean to embarrass you."

"What I want is not important to you."

"You also know that I am a master, so why not cooperate with me and tell me how to refine the 'mythical relic' and break into the 'martial arts saint'!"

"If it is useful to me, I will become a saint in the martial arts one day, and I owe you a promise!"

"otherwise."

He finished speaking in hoarse words with incomprehensible male and female accents.

Luo Jing clearly felt that the sharp weapon behind his back had pierced through his clothes, and even missed his flesh and organs by just a hair.

But Luo Jing was not worried about this. Instead, he smiled. His muscles and bones seemed to have no intention of resisting, and he began to relax slowly:

"I see,"

"I thought it was for some reason."

"You're right, compared to life, this is really not important."

"I can tell you the secret. Just listen carefully. This is a secret that is not shared. Although it is of little use to me, if it falls to the outside world, it will be enough to cause a bloody storm."

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat.

Sure enough, the person behind him had a thin body hidden under his gray robe, and his eyes immediately brightened.

"But why should I tell you!"

Suddenly, the young man raised his voice, and the sword energy all over his body shot up, like a hedgehog, his palms slightly bent into claws, and he suddenly grabbed back between the lightning and flint!
Even though the person who came was a master and had warning signs, she was too close and Luo Jing pretended to shake her, so she was unable to dodge.

The gray robe he was wearing was suddenly lifted up and thrown aside by him without warning.

The robe slowly fell to the ground.

It revealed an eye that was like a bright star, and a face that could overwhelm all sentient beings.

Unfortunately,
Luo Shen is lacking.

A faint sword mark that had lasted for many years cut diagonally from the bridge of her nose to one of her eyes. It looked extremely 'terrible', but it only made the woman's appearance slightly dim.

Luo Jing's eyes were indifferent, looking at the woman who suddenly stopped her hand without stabbing her, with a clearly astonished look on her face, and said calmly:

"Has anyone told you?"

"You are not suitable to be an assassin?"

"If I were you and wanted to interrogate information, I should cut off the limbs first, leaving no room for others to struggle, and then interrogate slowly."

"You missed your opportunity."

"Sword Pond Demon Girl, Su Chuqi."

(End of this chapter)