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"Then Sister can also look for Mu Shuang!" Zi'an leaned in Linglong's arms, and said in an embarrassed tone: "This way Sister won't have to work hard."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived at the bathroom. Linglong placed Zi'an next to the tub, then stood up to run the water and looked at Zi'an who was looking at her.

"I thought my An An disliked me."

Zi'an lazily leaned against the stone, looking at the woman in front of him who was becoming more and more gentle. He showed his little tiger teeth and chuckled, "How could An'an dislike my sister? I can't wait to love my sister." His voice softened, "An'an is afraid that my sister can't control herself."

Hearing the sarcasm in Zi'an's words, Linglong chuckled softly. Her cold voice was like intoxicating fruit wine, sweetening the heart.

Leaning close to the boy's ear, he said, "I hope my An An can still be so eloquent in five days."

The hot air exhaled beside his ear made Zi'an shrink his neck in itch. He stared at the hot water flowing out of the bamboo tube in a daze, pondering the meaning of Linglong's words.

Thinking of something, Zi'an tilted his head, and his lips just happened to brush against the delicate skin, and both of them were stunned.

An ambiguous atmosphere rose and permeated.

Zi'an raised his hands and put them around Linglong's neck. He also leaned close to Linglong's ear and said tenderly, "Sister, are you happy that An'an is like this?"

The corners of her lips raised slightly, "Naturally."

"Then An An just pretends to be happy, okay?"

The delicate fingertips lifted a strand of Zi An's hair, and she moved close to the boy's neck and scratched it: "As long as it's An An, I will definitely be happy, no need to change."

Zi'an was ticklish and let go of Linglong. He glared at Linglong with his sparkling almond eyes and said softly, "Sister is getting worse."

Linglong pinched Zi'an's smooth cheek, stood up, took out a bottle of medicine from the space, and poured it into the pool water.

"An An, I have prepared the control pills you requested and placed them in the bedroom. The prescription is also here."

Zi'an, who had regained some strength, sat up straight and nodded: "Thank you for your help, sister."

Linglong smiled at the well-behaved boy, half-crouched by the pool, stretched out her hand to test the water temperature, and whispered, "An An, do you need my help?"

She wanted to take action directly, but then she thought that this was her beloved boy and she couldn't scare him.

Zi'an's cheeks flushed as he shook his head: "Sister, I can do it."

Linglong stood up: "Okay, I'll get you some clothes. If you feel weak, you still have to tell me."

Zi'an nodded obediently: "Yeah, Zi'an saved it."

Linglong, who put the clothes on the hanger, sensed the mental fluctuations belonging to Lousha Temple. Her brows moved, and she listened to the sound of water, lit incense in the bathroom, and walked out of the bathroom.

Looking at the sky, a light brown rose flower slowly bloomed in the sky in the west, and an inky three-story building was hovering below.

Linglong pinched the seal with one hand, and opened her red lips softly: "Kunsha Yaobian, the mirror moves at will, the five elements are born, and it is collected."

The tea rose flowers in the sky, as if receiving an order, turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Linglong.

He raised his hand to receive the spiritual power that turned into starlight, and Chen Bei's respectful voice appeared in his mind: "Palace Master, Queen Nanling appeared in Ji Yang, and her target is Palace Master! Please make the decision!"

The slightly upturned phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and for a moment, the exquisite and cold temperament became more mysterious.

With her right hand, she lightly tapped the ring on the fingertip of her left hand, and glanced sideways, through the shade of the trees and rockery, to meet a pair of eyes that had no time to retract their feelings.

Mu Shuang was startled and quickly lowered his head, a thin layer of sweat seeping out of his back.

Linglong retracted her gaze and began to make hand gestures with her right hand, "Just stand by and watch."

As the voice fell, he waved his hand, and the light flowed in the direction it came from, rushing towards the small building that was still floating in the air.

He withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, and turned the ring on his fingertips.

Is it finally here?

The sound of footsteps and kneeling brought Linglong back to his senses.

"Master, the meal is ready. Master, are you going to eat in the main room?"

Linglong said nothing, just quietly looked at the man kneeling on the ground at the foot of the stone steps.

His eyes swept over the light golden aura around him and he shook his head secretly.

Pity.

"Ah."

The word "sparse and cold" made Mu Shuang have a bad premonition, but he couldn't say anything else, otherwise the consequences would be something he couldn't bear.

Thinking of this, he bowed his forehead to the ground, "Yes, Master."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, took a few steps back and left.

Linglong walked sideways to the pavilion not far away and sat down, took out the stationery from the space, and started writing.

……

"Sister, what are you writing?"

As the fragrance came, Linglong's hand holding the pen paused. She put down the pen, turned around, and looked at Zi'an, who was dressed in blue and elegant. She reached out to him with soft eyes.

Zi'an raised his hand and held her slender hand, then sat cross-legged on the cushion beside her.

"feel better now?"

"Much better, sister Moyou."

Looking at Zi'an's ruddy face, Linglong pinched his pulse, dried his half-damp hair, and said slowly: "The books in the bookstore need to be updated. I'm writing the template."

Zi'an nodded, noticing Linglong's movements, and followed her, his peripheral vision attracted by the wanton handwriting on the table.

With his free hand, he curiously picked up a piece of rice paper covered with words and began to read it.

Linglong, who was taking Zi'an's pulse, noticed that his emotions were too intense, so she changed her pulse-taking technique to interlocking her fingers. She looked at Zi'an, who was staring at the rice paper, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Hearing Linglong's voice, Zi'an came back to his senses, put down the rice paper, pointed at the words "Take the spirit as the truth, cultivate the truth and advance to the godhood" on it, and asked: "Sister, what does this sentence mean?"

He had read some travel notes and heard many strange stories about becoming immortals or gods, but he had never actually seen one.

Linglong waved her hand, and all the stationery belonging to the space on the table disappeared. She pulled Zi'an up and said, "It's just what you think! The continent has changed dramatically, and soon the cultivators will be in power. If the country can't handle it well, there will be chaos."

Zi'an lowered his eyes and let Linglong lead him. His heart was in turmoil. Ever since he met Linglong, he always felt uneasy and felt that something big was going to happen.

The strong are respected and the fittest survive.

He never thought that it would be such a huge event that would cause great suffering to all living beings! Imagine what would happen to the entire continent if the law lost its deterrent effect?

Noticing Zi'an's uneasiness, Linglong pinched the softness in her palm and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Zi'an came back to his senses and found that he and Linglong had arrived at the main hall.

"An'an has slept for two days, let's eat first." He pulled Zi'an to the round stool and scooped a bowl of porridge in front of him: "Eat, if you have anything to say, we can talk later."

Ji Yang.

The woman in a purple robe and a jade crown tied her hair and stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the people coming and going on the street, and said in a gentle voice: "My dear Wen, is your husband all right?"

Wen Ying, kneeling on the ground, suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and replied respectfully: "I am terrified, Your Majesty, my wife is fine now."

Her Majesty the Empress turned around, a gentle smile on her face that remained as graceful as ever.

"That's good! When will the new county magistrate of Qingshan Town arrive?"

Wen Ying looked at the satin embroidered gold brocade boots that appeared in front of him and said, "Your Majesty, we can reach Qingshan Town tonight."

"Well, then, Lord Wen, please let your daughter come back."

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