"What's going on with you?" Man Deming looked at Tuo Yanjun who came in from the window and was shocked. He had never seen Tuo Yanjun in such a mess before.
"I heard that you were surrounded by female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect. Even if they came together, you wouldn't be in such a mess!"
Without the time to joke with Man Deming, Tuo Yanjun waved Man Deming away and directly occupied his bed. In order to get rid of the drunkenness of seeking pleasure, he simply lost several levels of cultivation. Now his state is very unstable and he needs to rest.
"I live here."
"Okay." Man Deming said good-naturedly and walked out, "I'm going to get a room."
"No! I don't want people to know I'm here, so you have to live here too." Who knows if the crazy woman from the Hehuan Sect will come looking for her.
This is so crazy. After working together for a long time, Mande Mingming was used to Lord Tuoyan's unpredictable temper.
"Then, Lord Ling, where do you plan to let me sleep this late at night?"
"On the ground."
Tuo Yanjun swept off the bedding and pillows on the bed, "I don't need these if I want to meditate. You should keep your mouth shut and don't let anyone find me."
"well."
Man Deming sighed, helplessly picked up the bedding on the ground, chose a place farthest from the bed, and made it on the floor.
"As long as you don't go missing, Lord Ling. We will enter the Peach Blossom Spring the day after tomorrow. I don't understand how the Xian Alliance planned this time. In the past, we always had to go to the destination first to ensure security. Now it's time It’s the same as this group of freshmen, there is no way to prepare in advance, but this Peach Blossom Spring is also safe, as long as you don’t cause trouble, Lingjun, this job will be easy.”
Man Deming muttered like an old woman. When he raised his head, Tuo Yanjun had already entered meditation. I wonder if he heard the last sentence.
After nightfall, Shui Miaomiao and Leng Ningchi lay on the same bed and chatted at night. The maid actually arranged a room for Leng Ningchi, but she didn't want to, saying that she wanted to take care of Shui Miaomiao personally.
"Miaomiao, I noticed that every time I see you, you are hurting."
"Is this happening?"
"What do you think?" Leng Ningchi patted Shui Miaomiao's hand that was stirring her hair away and gave her a look, asking Shui Miaomiao to understand it for herself.
"Every time you tell me to be careful and protect myself, in the end it's you who gets hurt."
"Have it?"
Shui Miaomiao thought, she was injured when she was in the Xianmeng; she was also injured when she was in Yancheng; now... her luck seems to be really bad.
"I want you to reflect on why you are still smiling!" Leng Ning sat up from the bed and stared at Shui Miaomiao in a dazed manner.
Shui Miaomiao pursed her lips in embarrassment, "I just think you are right, but these are all minor injuries. It is inevitable for practitioners to have bumps and bruises."
Originally, he wanted to comfort Leng Ningchi, but after hearing these words, Leng Ningchi became even more angry.
The pestle came to Shui Miaomiao's eyes and he counted with his fingers, "You don't care about the damage to your soul, your blindness, and this time, if your cultivation level hadn't been unexpectedly high, you would have been blown through. These are all small things." Injury! Then tell me what serious means!"
"Ningchi, do you know?" Shui Miaomiao grabbed Leng Ningchi's hand with a serious look on her face, "You must not be angry in front of outsiders. A beautiful woman has a unique charm when she is angry, which makes people unable to control her."
His face suddenly turned red. Leng Ningchi withdrew his hand, grabbed the embroidered pillow on the side and threw it at Shui Miaomiao, "I'm serious! What are you thinking about!"
"I meant what I said." Holding the embroidered pillow in her arms, Shui Miaomiao looked at Leng Ning's innocent face.
"Shui Miaomiao!"
Leng Ning's infatuated straight hammered the bed, "Sometimes it really feels like you don't care about anything, and I can't guess what you are thinking."
"Of course, girls' hearts are like needles in the sea."
"you!"
Before Leng Ningchi was completely furious with herself, Shui Miaomiao sat up from the bed and said softly: "Okay, I know I was wrong. I will hide more when things happen in the future."
"I'm not asking you to hide blindly, I just hope you think twice before doing something and don't injure yourself every time..."
I don’t know when this will end when I enter the preaching mode.
Shui Miaomiao lay back on the bed and pulled Leng Ningchi down at the same time. She shook Leng Ningchi and said shamelessly: "I really know I was wrong. It's late at night now and I should go to bed tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Tomorrow you stay at the flower house and don't go. This is a unanimous decision between me and Mr. Hua."
"Okay, okay, it's all up to you."
Shui Miaomiao was so coaxed that the candlelight on the embroidered building finally dimmed, restoring the tranquility of the night.
Perhaps because yesterday's experience was too exciting, Shui Miaomiao actually slept until noon. After eating some noodles, Shui Miaomiao wandered around the garden of Huazhai.
Although they are not allowed to go out, the scenery inside the flower house is enough to pass the time, but Leng Ning is obsessed with them!
Shui Miaomiao lay on the railing and stretched out her hand to touch a pink rose out of boredom. Hua Yixian must have told Hua Qi and the others not to let herself go out.
Although he agreed to Leng Ningchi to stay in Huazhai until the Peach Blossom Spring opened, they went out for a walk by themselves.
I plucked at the flowers unhappily, maybe I could sneak out by myself. If I were lucky, I might even meet my little brother.
By the way, why is little brother here? Are you here to attend Peach Blossom Spring too? Then which sect did he worship?
"Ahhhh." Shui Miaomiao placed her weight on the railing and bounced her feet. She clearly had many questions to ask.
"Be careful." Leng Ningchi walked out from the corridor carrying a box of cakes.
Shui Miaomiao tilted her head and looked with joy on her face. She straightened up and shouted loudly: "Ningchi! I miss you so much. I thought you didn't want me anymore!"
Leng Ning couldn't help laughing but shook his head and handed over the pastry box, "I just went back to the Wanhuang Sect's garrison and I didn't even arrive for an hour."
"Really? Why do I feel like my days are like years? I guess it's because I haven't seen you."
Leng Ning turned away his head and laughed loudly, "I don't know where you come from so many flattering words."
"This is my gift."
Shui Miaomiao took the pastry box and opened it eagerly, "It's still a flower-shaped one! Shall I eat it?"
"Um."
Seeing Leng Ning nodding stupidly, Shui Miaomiao happily grabbed a peach blossom-shaped pastry and took a big bite. Her mouth was really filled with the fragrance of peach blossoms.
"By the way, what's the result?" Shui Miaomiao gnawed on the cake and looked at Leng Ningchi. No need to say anything, both of them knew what time they were talking about.
"I heard that he was seriously injured and was sent away."
"Sent back to the sect?"
"No." Leng Ningchi shook her head and raised her hand to wipe away the cake crumbs from Shui Miaomiao's mouth.
"She was sent back to Leng's family. Her current injuries depend on her status in the sect. The sect does not provide treatment, but the journey is far away. I'm afraid she has missed the best opportunity for healing."
After swallowing the pastry in his mouth, Shui Miaomiao said worriedly: "It won't kill anyone, right?"
"There is no need to worry about your life. I'm talking about the injuries on your face."
Shui Miaomiao rolled her eyes and recalled, "Did I chop her face? I guess so!"
Sitting on the corridor chair and leaning against the back of the corridor, Shui Miaomiao licked her fingertips stained with pastry crumbs nonchalantly, "But you guys have so many rare treasures. It's just a scar. It should be easy."
"Na na na, that look again, am I lacking some common sense again?"
Leng Ningchi nodded and took out a small piece from the pastry box to eat.
"Miaomiao, the wind blade you used at that time was not an ordinary cold weapon. The wind blade of some spells will destroy the texture at the same time, making it impossible to repair it even with good heaven and earth spiritual treasures."
"That's it." Shui Miaomiao touched her face and said solemnly: "Then when you encounter wind blade spells from now on, you have to stay away. For good-looking people like us, nothing can be done to disfigure them."
"Haha." Leng Ningchi couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You are so serious, I thought you were going to say something big."
"This is my big truth!" Shui Miaomiao gently stroked Leng Ningchi's back and looked at the inflorescence that had been waiting quietly not far away, "Can you please pour us two glasses of water?"
"yes."
He handed the water to Leng Ningchi and watched her drink it down to her heart.
"By the way, where are Lan Jixuan and Hua Yixian?"
