Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

"all right."

Lin Qingluo didn't take it seriously, and replied with a sincere smile: "No matter who among you, if you want to concentrate on cultivation, you can stay if you want to stay."

"I do not want."

Feng Yi responded subconsciously: "My sister is getting married soon, and I am waiting for my younger brother to marry her off."

"Your brother-in-law is our eldest brother, and we don't want to."

The Lin brothers spoke in unison without any hesitation.

"I follow the little master."

Wang Meng scratched the back of his head and laughed silly: "Wherever Master goes, I will go there."

"I miss my father, and I want to go back to the capital city."

Lin Yixuan raised his head suddenly, and met his sister's clear eyes, with hidden expectations.

"You can go back if you want, and my sister will accompany you."

Lin Qingluo's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, pampering as always.

"Thank you sister, sister is the best."

Lin Yixuan's obsidian-like eyes suddenly lit up, he couldn't help but hugged his sister's arm, and rubbed his shoulder affectionately.

Lin Qingluo patted the back of his hand, and said jokingly: "Now you feel at ease? Are you willing to eat?"

"Um."

Lin Yixuan frowned, humming faintly from his nasal cavity.

"Silly boy."

Lin Qingluo smiled dotingly, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

*

As night fell, a guest in fairy clothes came to the bamboo house.

Mu Yufu met the surprised and inexplicable eyes of the young men, walked straight to Ye Qingying, held her hand, and sized her up with a smile.

Ye Qingying blushed as she watched, her trembling little eyes didn't know where to fall.

"He has a light body and a beautiful Zhong Ling. He is a good seedling for practicing spells."

The more Mu Yufu saw the beautiful little girl, the more she liked her, and she directly expressed her intention of coming: "Miss Ye, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

"me?"

Ye Qingying's heart trembled, and she subconsciously looked at Lin Jinlong.

"Cough cough."

Lin Jinlong's ears were reddish, and he turned his head away in embarrassment.

"Brother Long, like me, has both water and wood dual-attribute spiritual roots."

Ye Qingying's eyes dimmed, she looked away angrily, and looked at Mu Yufu: "If he is a teacher, I will be a teacher."

"What about him?"

Mu Yufu rolled her eyes and ears to the young boy with red eyes, and said after deliberating, "The techniques taught by the teacher are not suitable for men to cultivate."

"Brother Long doesn't ask for a teacher, and neither do I."

Ye Qingying held back her breath, and wanted to shed tears because of her grievance.

"Hey, this..."

Mu Yufu helped her forehead helplessly, and then looked back at Lin Jinlong.

"I will not stay in Xianmen to practice."

Lin Jinlong's attitude was very firm, and he avoided her sight with his sideways eyes.

"Me neither, you don't want to dump me."

Ye Qingying burst into tears suddenly, covered her face and ran back to her room.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Mu Yufu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and froze in place.

*

At dawn, there were noises outside the bamboo house. The three blue-clothed disciples who were in charge of guarding the Spirit Grass Garden wandered around the peach forest, looking for loopholes in the defensive formation, and wanted to enter it to find out.

Stone was woken up by the extraordinarily loud voices of the three of them, sat up suddenly, disturbed his hair irritably, lifted his legs out of bed, and rushed out of the defensive barrier like a gust of wind.

"Oops."

A blue-clothed disciple was hit by him, his feet were unsteady, and he fell backwards.

There was another crisp click on the tailbone, just as the sharp old injury was hurting again.

"Are you guys disturbing people's sleep early in the morning, chattering endlessly, are you annoying?"

Shitou is not as good-tempered as Wang Meng, and he doesn't care about the rules of the fairy sect, he doesn't say hello, and he is angry when he comes up.

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