"Little brother?"
Although there was doubt in his tone, there was no hesitation on his face. Shui Miaomiao raised his hands and hugged the person's neck.
"It's the little brother! It must be the little brother!"
"Yeah." Mu Cang nodded lightly, landed on the ground, and let go of Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao was still hanging on Mu Cang and kept talking, "You were the one who sent me back to the flower house yesterday! I've been looking for you on the street all day, and I thought you were hiding!"
He planned to hide, but... his eyes moved to the pool. Tuo Yanjun was staring at Shui Miaomiao for a moment, struggling to climb out of the pool.
"Master Tuo, I have a way to get rid of drunkenness."
An Jue Lao, dressed in white, slowly walked out of the forest.
"Who is this?" Shui Miaomiao, who was still hanging on Mu Cang, looked back and asked doubtfully.
"My master." When he saw An Jue Lao's smile, Mu Cang hurriedly pulled Shui Miaomiao off his body, otherwise, he didn't know what he would say in a while.
"Your master! Then what should I call you?" Shui Miaomiao was curious about everything about her little brother, and naturally she was also curious about the people around him.
"You can call him An Lao." Mu Cang grabbed Shui Miaomiao's sleeve to prevent Shui Miaomiao from running to say hello to An Jue.
"What can you do?" Under the stimulation of pain, Tuo Yanjun also regained some sense. He pressed the wound on his wrist in order to keep his sense.
"There is a way to move Mouhuan Zui into the cultivation level, and then dispel that level of cultivation. I wonder if Mr. Tuo dares to try it."
"Stop talking nonsense." Tuo Yanjun said impatiently: "Give me the method, and I, Tuo Yanjun, owe you a favor."
Mu Cang would be his lucky star to have the Tuo family owe him a favor, if he hadn't insisted on following Shui Miaomiao.
Ignoring Lord Tuo Yan's rudeness, An Jue smiled kindly and taught the method leisurely.
After a while, Lord Tuo Yan frowned again after finally relaxing. The time had dragged on for too long, and he was now unable to use his spiritual power at all.
"Drinking some blood can temporarily suppress the effects of Mouhuanzui." Old An Jue said thoughtfully, his eyes falling on Shui Miaomiao.
"Do you want your own blood?" Shui Miaomiao thought for a moment. There is nothing wrong with just asking for a little blood. It is better than losing your innocence and slitting your wrists when you roll up your sleeves.
"Use mine." Mu Cang pulled off Shui Miaomiao's sleeve and separated his palms neatly.
"Actually, it's better to use the blood of a female doll." An Juelao added from the side.
"That's it. Use it if you like."
Mu Cang walked towards the pool and searched all the way. He wanted to kill Lord Tuo Yan. Since An Jue always wanted to save him, he had no objection.
But if Shui Miaomiao's blood is needed, it would be better to kill Lord Tuo Yan.
An Jue Lao looked at it funny. His disciple only became domineering when he encountered Shui Miaomiao.
Tuo Yanjun drank Mu Cang's blood and couldn't wait to use the power in the water to drive Mu Huanzui into the cultivation base according to the method taught by An Jue.
Seeing that nothing happened, Shui Miaomiao quickly took out the wound medicine from Shui Yingyin and pressed it on Mu Cang's hand, "You saved me again, I feel like I can't repay you enough!"
"No need to repay, just be nice."
Shui Miaomiao gently blew on Mu Cang's medicine-coated palm. The itching feeling made Mu Cang's face turn red under the curtain. When he took back his hand, there was a period of silence.
"That." Shui Miaomiao put his hands behind his back, lowered his head and said somewhat cautiously: "Little brother, can't you still see the wind?"
Touching the curtain fence with his hand, Mu Cang shook his head and silently took off the curtain fence.
Shui Miaomiao looked up, and a somewhat familiar look suddenly struck her eyes.
Mu Cang!
Shui Miaomiao shouted in her heart, covered her mouth and took a step back.
It had been more than ten years, and Mu Cang in Shui Miaomiao's memory had long been blurred. Only one name would pop up from time to time, but she thought she would forget it sooner or later, so she never cared about it, and she never thought about Mu Cang's future. appearance.
But after one glance, the word 'Mu Cang' suddenly popped into his mind.
Shui Miaomiao didn't know what Mu Cang would be like in the future, but she somehow felt that Mu Cang should look like this ten years from now.
He has a handsome appearance, fair complexion, a touch of toughness in his handsome features, and a pair of eyes so gentle that they seem to drip with water.
There was also an inexplicable sense of familiarity in those tight thin lips, blinking eyes, and averting gazes. She vaguely remembered that he looked like this shy every time he teased Mu Cang.
But the little brother can’t be Mu Cang. Mu Cang has no immortal destiny. He can’t enter the world of gods and demons, can he?
It couldn't be Mu Cang. Shui Miaomiao shook her head and tried to get rid of the association in her mind. No one wants to be treated as someone else, right?
You can always find something different. For example, Mu Cang is not so white. When he was in the mortal world, he had to work in the fields, so he has a healthy bronze skin.
"You're quite fair!" Shui Miaomiao thought and subconsciously said it.
What is the question? Mu Cang was stunned for a moment and slowly touched his face. After he established the foundation, he became much whiter and his skin became much tenderer.
There was another moment of silence.
Shui Miaomiao smiled and lowered her head, wondering what nonsense she was talking about!
"Little brother, what is your full name?" Shui Miaomiao thought, knowing the name, he would stop thinking about Mu Cang.
"Mu"
Mu what? Clenching her hands tightly, Shui Miaomiao raised her head and stared nervously at her little brother's open and closed mouth.
"Mu An, my name is Mu An." This was a pseudonym that he had already thought of. Mu Cang answered smoothly without stumbling.
"Mu An." Shui Miaomiao muttered these two words. The same surname is also a kind of fate, but she doesn't like this fate.
"Can I still call you little brother?"
Mu Cang nodded, Miaomiao could shout whatever she wanted.
"Is my little brother also here to participate in Peach Blossom Spring?"
"Can you please get away!" Tuo Yanjun, who was doing martial arts in the water, shouted impatiently and made a huge splash of water, drenching the two people who were concentrating on their awkward chat.
He was still drunk on the idea. The two people on the shore were chatting as if no one was watching, which was really disturbing, especially Shui Miaomiao. Every word, every tone, and every laugh of hers seemed to be teasing his mind. .
Rolling her eyes at Tuo Yanjun in the pool, Shui Miaomiao took out a handkerchief and wiped the water on Mu Cang's face, "Who wants to feed mosquitoes in this forest? I don't want to wait for you to detoxify and leave together."
“If you don’t know the way, just say you don’t know the way.”
Tuo Yanjun opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the half of Shui Miaomiao's exposed white wrist.
"I will do it myself."
Mu Cang took the handkerchief, Shui Miaomiao put down his hand, and his sleeves covered his wrists.
"Why are you staring at me?"
Shui Miaomiao was frightened by Tuo Yanjun's eyes and retreated behind Mu Cang, "I'll leave right away. I don't know the way, but my little brother must know the way."
"Yeah, I know the way."
"Then let's go."
Shui Miaomiao couldn't wait to pull on Mu Cang's sleeves and walked out of the forest. Only when the figure was gone did Lord Tuo Yan slowly close his eyes unwillingly.
This damn Mouhuanzui, after he detoxifies, he must burn all the Mouhuanzui in the Hehuan Sect!
An Jue Lao leaned against the big tree with a leisurely look on his face. His disciple really focused on showing what it means to forget one's true love. The master is still here and left without even saying hello.
He has no intention of leaving. There are not many opportunities to observe the Tuo family up close. An Jue Lao has always been curious about this family that rose up after the war between humans and demons. The more mysterious the family, the more secretive it is...
