Cannon Fodder is No Longer with Me

    The man was stunned for a moment and looked at Mu Xing playfully: "Do you know who I am?"

    Mu Xing shook his head honestly.

    The man said strangely: "You don't even know who I am, so you are not afraid of me hurting you?"

    Mu Xing did not hide it from him: "I am very sensitive to goodwill and malice, you will not hurt me."

    "It's interesting." The man sat up straight from the couch and looked at Mu Xing quietly, "Come here."

    Mu Xing walked over.

    A cool finger reached over and touched his eyebrows.

    But for a moment, it was retracted.

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    "What's your name?"

    "My name is Mu Xing."

    Mu Xing added: "My own name."

    "My name is whiter and whiter, and I am a magic cultivator." The man looked at him narrowly with a smile in his eyes, "Do you know what magic cultivating means? Are you afraid?"

    Mu Xing nodded and shook his head again.

    "What does that mean?"

    The little beggars in the world can also hear many market legends.

    And in the mortal legends, the magician always has a bad reputation.

    Mu Xing said honestly: "I've heard some rumors about magic cultivators, it's scary. But you don't look like a bad person."

    "Oh?"

    Mu Xing refuted him: "The rumors are not necessarily true. Where I beg, there is a very kind-hearted Wang Daguan, and the whole Yuezhou city says that he is a rare good person. But there is a little beggar I know who accidentally hit his carriage during the day and was beaten to death in the alley at night."

    Xiaotong looked at him with clear eyes seriously: "You are a magician, but you saved me, or I would die of illness. So I am not afraid of you."

    It's really surprising that the more white it is.

    He looked Mu Xing up and down for a while, then nodded and said, "Then you can follow me temporarily."

    He said, stood up from the soft couch, waved his hand, and the soft collapse disappeared out of thin air.

    He stretched out another hand to Mu Xing: "Grab me."

    The more white chuckled, and only said: "Hurry up."

    After he finished speaking, he lifted his steps and shrunk into an inch, in a blink of an eye.

    Mu Xing only felt a dizziness in front of him, and then he regained his senses, and he was already in a house.

      The sound of bamboo.

    Everywhere is exquisite and magnificent.

    "Young Master is back!" A crisp female voice sounded.

    Mu Xing—

    "Ah!" He sneezed unsightly.

    He pointed at Mu Xing: "You take him to wash well and change clothes."

    Mu Xing was surrounded by several beautiful and fragrant young ladies at once, and was taken to a spacious room. He was surprised to find that there was still a hot spring in this house.

    This thigh looks pretty thick!

    Then he was like a weak and helpless squirrel.

    After washing, Miss Sister also smeared a scented balm on him.

    When she was lying on the soft foot and was gently wiped her hair by the young lady, Mu Xing was still dizzy: This treatment is really a bit corrupt!

    It was actually for Mu Xing, and I don't know where she got it in the middle of the night.

    Mu Xing was put on a sapphire blue robe, and her hair was knotted because she was malnourished when she was a little beggar, and she had not washed it for a long time. , cut off a long section.

    I don't know what kind of bad taste it is, Mu Xing's short hair was tied with two small tugs on his head.

    "Oh, your eyes are still very good." Hong Ling looked at Mu Xing, who was white and tender like a fairy child, and was very happy. One bite.

    Mu Xing: "…"

    He touched his face helplessly, and was taken by Hong Ling to see the more white.

    The more white is very satisfied with his appearance.

    He said, "Take him down to rest."

    Mu Xing blinked his eyes, looking more and more white.

    The more white and narrow smile: "What are you looking at me? Do you still want to sleep with me?"

    He unrestrainedly spread his fan and smiled gracefully: "That's not good, spring nights are rare, if you want to accompany this little thing, beauties will have resentment."

    Mu Xing: "…"

    What can he do?

    Of course I can only pretend that I don't understand anything and leave with my beautiful sister.

    Mu Xing just lived in the whiter house.

    To be honest, if it wasn't for the more blunt he said, Mu Xing would never know that this person was a magician.

    His life is very leisurely. Every day, he is not singing and dancing with beauties, or he is reciting poetry and painting alone.

      .

     I've seen duplicates.

    On this day, Yue Fubai called Mu Xing over and asked him, "How is your life in the house?"

    Mu Xing said: "It's very comfortable."

    The more she smiled: "It's honest, do you like this kind of life?"

    Mu Xing nodded: "I like it." Who would hate such a day?

    "Any dissatisfaction?"

    Mu Xing hesitated for a while, but chose to tell the truth: "Sisters... Too enthusiastic."

    "Hahahaha..." The more white he became, he suddenly laughed.

    In Mu Xing's suspicious eyes, he said: "But from what I see, you don't seem to like this kind of life very much."

    Before Mu Xing asked, his face was inexplicably cold: "Since you don't love the life of the young master, then you can be me as a servant."

    Mu Xing: ?

    Inexplicably, he was stripped of gorgeous clothes, and his residence was changed to a remote room.

    There is no hot spring, no high bed soft pillows, and no beautiful lady to take care of him.

    Even the more white he became, he always called him over, asked him to pour tea and water, and grind ink for him.

    What's more, he even asked him to serve him while eating.

    Let Mu Xing watch him eat delicious food, and then go back to eat ordinary food.

    He didn't know where he was, and he got more and more white.

    But this person doesn't seem to do anything too much.

    Mu Xing also sees it openly: Yue Fubai saved his life, so he has no obligation to support himself as a young master. On the contrary, it is good to be a book boy for others, and I can still do something, which is a kind of repayment.

    As for the cost of food and clothing, although it is not as corrupt as before, it is not short of him.

    It's much stronger than when I was a little beggar, I really have nothing to be dissatisfied with.

     Back in the small room, I began to silently recite the exercises of Xiaoyaomen to keep fit and healthy, and it was somewhat effective.

    And so on for another month.

    On this day, Mu Xing was closing his eyes and resting, the more white he suddenly appeared out of thin air.

    He asked Mu Xing: "What are you practicing?"

    Mu Xing is not surprised that he can detect it, after all, this is a world of immortals.

    He replied: "A book I picked up when I was a child recorded some ways to strengthen the body."

    He looked at Mu Xing's face. For the past two months, he seemed to indulge in enjoyment, but he has been observing Mu Xing.

    He asked: "I sent you here to make you a servant, do you blame me?"

    Mu Xing shook his head.

    The more white asked: "Why don't you hate me?"

    Mu Xing looked at him strangely: "Why do you hate you?"

    "But." Mu Xing said, "In the beginning, I was just a little beggar who didn't even have to eat."

    The more white she looked at his still clear eyes.

    These two months of life have been very different, and there is no haze in his eyes at all.

    He suddenly laughed: "Good boy!"

    He walked over to Mu Xing and stretched out his hand again: "Would you like to take me as a teacher?"

    He looked at the little boy with wide eyes in surprise, looked at himself puzzled, struggled for a while, but extended his hand.

    This time, Mu Xing did not pull his sleeve, but put his fleshy little hand firmly in his palm.

    "Master!" Mu Xing shouted crisply.

    There was a smile in her eyes: "I heard, good apprentice."

    Mu Xing finally reacted with hindsight: In the two months before daring, this person was testing himself.

    Only seniors can be so eccentric.

    Mu Xing thought happily: It seems that this time she really has a golden thigh.