Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"The wilderness is too far away from the Central Plains, so the news comes slowly."

The little kingfisher understood: "The day after tomorrow at the latest, there will be news back."

"Tell Jinfeng."

Lin Qingluo warned softly: "Tell him not to delay on the road, and take Tianfeng directly to the Arctic ice field."

"Good."

The little kingfisher rolled its eyes and reminded its master, "Mu Fan has already finished taking a bath."

"good."

Lin Qingluo turned around lightly, changed into the appearance of Qingyuan again, and returned to the small courtyard.

*

"Two immortal masters, the meal is ready, please eat."

The old man came to the hut with the steamed buns and the only pickles left at home, and put them on the bed courteously.

There is no table in the shabby room, so we have to eat on the bed and make do with it.

Mu Fan didn't show any disgust at all, and sent the old man to the door: "Thank you, old man, you have worked hard in the middle of the night, go back to your room and rest."

"It's not hard, it's not hard, the two immortal masters will use it slowly."

The old man was flattered and rubbed his hands cautiously. The moment he stepped out of the threshold, his legs went limp, and he staggered and almost fell.

"Old man, be careful."

Mu Fan quickly supported him, avoiding the tragedy of breaking his front teeth.

"Thank you Master Immortal."

The old man stood still, his old face was flushed, he thanked him, and walked a few steps into the next room.

"Finally something to eat."

Qingyuan watched him go back to the room, stretched his waist comfortably, yawned and walked towards the bed, got on the bed sideways, took a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, don't choke."

For some reason, Mu Fan talked too much.

As soon as the words came out, he was stunned for a moment.

"Senior Brother Mu, how about some wine?"

Qing Yuan jokingly smiled, took a steamed bun in her mouth, took out a bottle of spirit wine from the storage ring, held it up to his eyes and shook it.

"It's not easy to drink if you have an injury."

Mu Fan's eyes dimmed, and the anger in his heart seemed to rekindle.

"A little wine is fine."

Qing Yuan shook the wine bottle nonchalantly, as if she didn't see his handsome face that suddenly darkened.

"no."

Mu Fan grabbed the wine bottle and threw it to a corner of the bed.

"Take a sip, isn't that enough?"

Qing Yuan glanced at the wine bottle resentfully, and moved her right hand little by little towards the head of the bed, almost touching the wine bottle.

Mu Fan's eyes showed anger: "Drinking hurts your body, so you don't care about your body?"

"Hey, isn't this a wound that hurts? Drink some wine, and use alcohol to anesthetize the nerves, so that you can have a good sleep, right?"

Under tremendous pressure, Qing Yuan hooked the wine bottle back, uncorked the bottle with a smile, and the aroma of the wine overflowed.

"Good wine."

With an intoxicated expression on his face, he took out two glass wine glasses from the storage ring, filled them with wine, raised one of the glasses with a smile, and handed it to Mu Fan.

"Senior Brother Mu, you have a drink too. Our brother escaped death, it is worth celebrating."

Mu Fan stared at him quietly, stared at him for a long time, sighed, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness, took the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.

The wine got into his throat, but he didn't notice it.

The moment he raised the wine glass, the corners of Qingyuan's lips curved slightly, and a gentle smile appeared, like a flash in the pan, and soon disappeared without a trace.

*

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Qing Yuan's eyes became blurred, and she was a little bit in a trance.

Shaking the wine glass, he approached Mu Fan, and put his right arm on his shoulder affectionately.

"Senior Brother Mu, we are brothers who have lived together through life and death. Come, have a drink. After drinking this cup of wine, we are brothers."

"you're drunk."

The elegant floral fragrance, mixed with a touch of wine fragrance, is dyed with a hint of sweetness, which makes people think about it.

Mu Fan shook his head, forced himself to stay awake, and took the wine glass from his hand.

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