The night in Hongyuxuan was quiet and ordinary. Since entering the Peach Blossom Spring, Shui Miaomiao finally had a good sleep. When she woke up, it was still early in the sky outside.
Shui Miaomiao sat on the edge of the bed and moved her limbs. Although Lan Jixuan and the others asked them to rest, their chips would be deducted if they didn't attend the lectures, so it was better to go.
As long as he doesn't compete in martial arts or use his spiritual power, he still looks very healthy.
After walking out of the wing, Fu Lingjun happened to open the window and looked over.
After being stunned for two or three seconds, Shui Miaomiao smiled and said, "Good morning, Mr. Fu Ling."
"morning."
"Has Fu Lingjun had breakfast?"
"Never."
"Then I'll do it."
Walking into Hongyuxuan, Shui Miaomiao rolled up her sleeves and started to light a fire in a familiar manner, "What kind of food does Fu Lingjun like? I wonder if my two meals are to your liking?"
"That porridge is not bad."
During the questions and answers, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
When the porridge was out of the pot and put on the table, Shui Miaomiao did not call out to Fu Lingjun, but directly pushed Fu Lingjun's wheelchair to the table.
Seeing Shui Miaomiao's skillful movements, Fu Lingjun raised his eyebrows and curled his lips.
"Here." Shui Miaomiao added some porridge and handed it to Fu Lingjun. She didn't cook breakfast by portions today, but cooked it in one pot.
"I also want to thank Fulingjun for staying over. I'm not used to the food in the cafeteria, and the east room doesn't have a kitchen, so I stayed up a little too long and thought about saving lunch."
"Yes." Fu Lingjun nodded, took the porridge, and ate it without saying a word.
"Does Mr. Fu Ling have the habit of eating without speaking?"
"No, I don't care about that."
"That's good. I'm afraid Fu Lingjun might think I'm nagging." Shui Miaomiao picked a chopstick of pickled mustard for Fu Lingjun and put it on the plate.
"Is Fu Lingjun feeling better? If you need anything, just call me and I can help Fu Lingjun again."
Fu Lingjun frowned slightly as he drank the porridge. When he raised his head, Shui Miaomiao's face was already close to his ear, which startled Fu Lingjun.
With a shake of his hand, some of the porridge in the bowl spilled onto his chest.
"oops!"
Shui Miaomiao said hurriedly, took the bowl from Fu Lingjun's hand, put it on the table, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the porridge on Fu Lingjun's chest.
"Is it hot?"
Shui Miaomiao would raise her head and ask with concern from time to time, and her black hair would brush across Fu Lingjun's face.
From an outsider's perspective, this posture seems to be no different from last night, but this time, Shui Miaomiao did it on purpose.
Fu Lingjun held his breath and grasped the handle of the wheelchair tightly.
He should refuse, but Shui Miaomiao's movements were too skillful. It seemed that everything should be like this, and it would be strange if he stopped it.
"Hmm!" Fu Lingjun nodded and suddenly said.
"What's wrong! Is it really hot? You have to take off your clothes." Shui Miaomiao is a man of action.
"No, no, no, no."
Fu Lingjun, who was rubbing the back of his head, quickly kicked away the stones at his feet and grabbed Shui Miaomiao's nefarious wrist.
"It's not hot, so don't bother Sanshui. By the way, when will you come to learn?"
"It seems it's getting late."
Shui Miaomiao straightened up and left the handkerchief in Fu Lingjun's arms.
In fact, there is still some time before the school starts, but she still has to deliver food to her little brother.
"Do you think it's the porridge that's nutritious or the food in the cafeteria that's nutritious?" Shui Miaomiao turned to look at Fu Lingjun.
Fu Lingjun, who was grabbing his collar and with red cheeks, was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "It must be from the cafeteria, right? After all, it contains spiritual energy."
"That makes sense." Shui Miaomiao nodded, turned to leave, then suddenly turned back and said, "Fu Lingjun, do you have any leverage?"
"Yes, the Immortal Alliance gave it to me to reward those who pay attention to the class."
"Can you lend me some?" Shui Miaomiao, who was pretending to be shy, walked over slowly and poked Fu Lingjun's arm.
I just felt layers of goosebumps spreading down my arms.
Fu Lingjun couldn't maintain the harmony on the surface, so he hurriedly threw a bag of chips to Shui Miaomiao and pushed her out of Hongyuxuan.
Holding a bag of chips, Shui Miaomiao hummed a little song and walked briskly towards the canteen.
Recalling the blushing Fu Lingjun just now, he was actually a bit cute, but it was not his goal.
Otherwise, if you flirt together, the chances may be higher...
He closed the door hard, and Fu Lingjun jumped out of the wheelchair as if it was burning his buttocks, and walked to the bed. With such a strong step, it seems that he should be called a weapon master.
After removing the spell, the real Lord Fu Ling sat on the edge of the bed with his chin propped up and his eyes narrowed.
"If I hadn't thrown stones at you just now, what were you going to do?"
"What do I want to do! Don't beat me up. Look at how skillful she is in every move. It's like turning her back on you and entering the house. That's how you get along in private! I'm afraid of being exposed, so I didn't refuse!"
"You, you, you" Fu Lingjun pointed at Master Jun and was speechless for a long time. He shouldn't have agreed to Master Jun's ghost idea, what kind of test was he talking about? Has the test produced any results?
"Isn't this fruitless?"
The twins have a telepathic connection, and Master Jun always uses it in strange ways, "She obviously regards me as Fu Lingjun, no problem! The problem is you, you, when you and her get to know each other, she can take off you." Clothes!"
"What are you talking about? I'm your brother." Fu Lingjun slapped away the hand pointed at him by the weapon master Jun, interrupting him, "Wait until you stop blushing so red, we are talking."
"Blushing, how can I blush!"
For a tough-talking person like Master Jun, Fu Lingjun directly transformed into a mirror and said, "Have a good look at it for yourself. If you blame me, I won't refuse if you say it's my fault."
"Ben, it is."
Master Jun frowned and said: "I am hot, the porridge is hot, and after mentioning that the girl named San is a young girl, I will not blush just because she is getting closer!"
"hehe."
Fu Lingjun looked at Master Jun's nonsense in a perfunctory manner. If things like the Hehuan Sect had not happened, your lifelong partner would most likely be all kinds of ores.
Later, even though I was chased everywhere by female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect, no one could get close to me. If you don't blush, who will blush?
"I'm not blushing!"
Feeling guilty after seeing Fu Lingjun, Master Jun shouted and turned around to leave.
"Come back here! My wheelchair is here!"
After being yelled at by Fu Lingjun, Master Jun walked back to the door obediently, pushed back the wheelchair, and helped Fu Lingjun into the wheelchair, "Brother, what's that? There's still a big pot of porridge, why don't you eat some too..."
"Who are you!"
A scream came from the east room, causing passers-by to stop.
Mu Cang opened his eyes in a daze, and what came into view was Leng Ningchi, who was biting her silver teeth tightly and had her eyebrows raised, but she was still beautiful.
No time to take a closer look.
Leng Ningchi, who looked evil, rushed forward, grabbed the quilt, and pulled Mu Cang out of the bed.
'bump! '
Mu Cang fell to the ground unprepared, his face twisted in pain, and before he could say a word, Leng Ningchi had already drawn his sword and put it on Mu Cang's neck.
"Say! Why are you here! Where is Miaomiao!"
