The goddess of luck in fast wear is so handsome

Chapter 183 Accepting a Stupid Apprentice 61
"Owner?"

Even though his movements were very light, and the person on the bed didn't even look back, they still accurately identified his identity.

"Xiao...Xiaoxue...I..." He stammered.

The tray in his hand shook as if it was hot, and the porridge in the bowl almost spilled out.

The elf turned around, and Mofa's long hair swept across his neck following his movements, covering those glaring red marks, revealing an unconsciously flushed cheek.

The eyes were shy and ignorant, but they still met his gaze firmly, and asked gently: "Why is the master back at this time?"

"I...my son..." Feng Yu stammered, his eyes dodged, and the tray in his hand was tightened and loosened countless times.

But he still couldn't hold back the concern hidden in his mouth.

He was just a little worried and wanted to come over to see how he was recovering.

I didn't expect elves to be so fragile compared to humans...

"Master is here to deliver food to Xiaoxue, right?"

With his hesitation and entanglement, the elf's eyes quickly fell on the tray he was carrying, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Thank you master."

"No... no... thanks." Feng Yu replied with a knock.

He wished he could run away on the spot, but felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably weird, which made him uneasy.

But he was clamoring from the bottom of his heart, but it seemed like roots had taken root under his feet.Can't move, can't escape.

The fiery red mattress, bright and gorgeous room, has always been his favorite style.

Arrogant and eye-catching.

But right now, the elf's thin white wrists supported the mattress and sat up, the fiery red brocade quilt slipped down, her skin was thin and white, as delicate as fat jade dew, with a light touch, there was a red mark, extremely delicate.

"Owner?"

"Ah!" He snapped back to his senses.

Suddenly, as if he had just realized something, the tray in his hand was stuffed into the elf's arms as if it was extremely hot, "You are injured now, so let's make do with it. Take care of your injuries. I, my son, will go out first!"

As he said that, he hurriedly used his spiritual power and ran away.

Clang!
The door of that room was closed loudly and violently, and the door frame was trembling faintly for a long time.

It is also like the mood of a certain person at this time, restless, hesitant, dazed, and vacillating.

……

"I have already heard that the elder, your little apprentice came out of the dream this time, and his cultivation has soared. Even the master can't see through his cultivation! Elder Mo still uses the apprentice as an excuse to come to me like this! It’s not kind to lie to something good, right?”

Looking at Elder Mo Qinghuan and Mo who came leisurely in front of him, Elder Yao refused with great headache.

There really aren't many good things about him here.

It can't be that every time Mo Qinghuan comes here, it's like a refugee den that has been robbed by robbers, with not even a chicken left.

"A Nascent Soul, you give that bottle of Snow Spirit Pill to this deity." Mu Huan said thoughtfully.

"No." Elder Yao hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Two!" Mu Huan showed him two fingers.

Elder Yao: "..."

"This Snow Spirit Pill is only useful for disciples who have not yet started. For monks who have entered the stage, the biggest effect is to beautify the skin. Elder Mo, you are already one of the most handsome men in this cultivation world! Do you need to care so much about appearance? ?” Elder Yao complained in confusion.

Besides, he really only has the last bottle left!

It's still hard to re-refine it!

"Three!" Mu Huan continued to add.

Anyway, she has plenty of spiritual power.

As for Elder Yao, what he lacks the most is his cultivation. Yu Wushuang, the famous number one beauty of Feixianzong in the cultivation world, is said to be able to catch the eye only with a strong cultivation.

Like Elder Yao...the strength is scum, and the medicine refining is abnormal.

Well, the first beauty is not rare at all.

"Six!"

Mu Huan couldn't believe that he wasn't moved.

"Master." She was still adding, but a familiar voice came from behind her.

Why is the little apprentice here?

　Wo just write a little bit, um, if you can’t accept it, you can skip it~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)