The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Looking at the man, he spoke slowly: "Everything has its destiny, everything depends on fate."

The man who had regained some strength smiled, but before he could say anything, Qian Zhi rushed in from outside, "Master Sizhu, hurry up, take the Palace Master away! That woman is so cruel that she actually sent two groups of people to strangle the Palace Master."

The man smiled in relief, all his hatred dissipated. Enduring the pain in his stomach again, he reached out and took out a golden nanmu box from the bag beside him and placed it next to the baby.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to stand up.

Seeing this, Kong Qi sighed, reached out and helped the man up.

The man gave Kong Qi a grateful smile, looked at Qian Zhi who had hurried forward to help him, and bent down.

Qian Zhi was shocked by the man's actions and was stunned for a moment.

During this time, the man said gently, "Aunt Qianzhi, I leave my son to you."

Qian Zhi burst into tears with just these words. She stepped forward to support the man and said, "Palace Master, even if we don't have this relationship, I have watched you grow up. You are embarrassing me."

The man stood up, his broken body shook, and he looked reluctantly at the baby on the ground who was not crying: "Auntie, let's go."

Qian Zhi wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Kong Qi: "Guardian Qian Zhi, if you don't want everyone to die here, just listen to the Palace Master."

The well-trained Qian Zhi quickly suppressed her emotions, and with tears in her eyes, she said respectfully, "Yes, Palace Master."

After saying this, he carefully and stiffly picked up the baby and the box on the ground and left quickly.

Kong Qi tilted his head to look at the man whose pale face was filled with pain, and said, "Palace Master, I will take you away."

"Slave, Mu Nian wants to see the master."

The sudden sound made Linglong, who was in a light sleep, slowly open her eyes.

Feeling a little chill on her cheek, Linglong raised her hand expressionlessly and touched the cold spot.

Looking at the wetness on her fingertips, Linglong was silent. She actually shed tears.

He wiped the tears from his face expressionlessly, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Youxue, I was dreaming."

Youxue, who was busy separating the demon pill in the space, almost exploded the demon pill due to unstable spiritual energy when she heard this.

Thinking that its master's dream was almost the same as its prediction, it felt uneasy.

The baby voice asked cautiously: "Master, what did you dream about this time?"

Her delicate fingertips twirled the string of beads on her wrist, which glowed with a long halo. "About my life."

After saying this, Linglong looked towards the door and said in a cool voice, "Come in."

"Youxue, go get busy."

Youxue looked at the demon pill floating in the air and comforted it in a childish voice: "Master, don't be afraid, I'm with you."

The corners of her lips curved slightly, and she looked coldly at the woman who lowered her head and walked to the hall and knelt down.

Powerful pressure, without any restraint.

Mu Nian's face turned pale. Thinking of what his brother had done, he knelt down heavily and knocked his forehead to the ground.

"Master, can I accept Mu Shuang's punishment?"

Linglong said nothing, but watched the purple aura around Mu Nian gradually dimming, and sneered in her heart. It seemed that this person's purple aura could not change his destiny.

She lowered her eyes and her white fingertips stroked the slightly cool wall of the cup.

"A slave should act like a slave! Go and call Mu Shuang over."

After saying that, Linglong stood up and walked into the inner room.

Night falls quietly.

The bulge on the bed moved, then it suddenly sat up, threw back the quilt and was about to run out.

"Sister~" A hoarse and urgent call came out of the boy's mouth.

Unfortunately, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt pain below the waist, his legs went limp, and he fell forward.

Zi'an gathered his inner strength to steady himself, but a figure quickly grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up.

Smelling the familiar cold fragrance, Zian raised his eyes.

"Why are you so careless?"

The white jaw moved slightly as he spoke, and Zi'an felt a sore nose and began to struggle.

Linglong was afraid that the person in her arms would fall, so she took two steps to put the boy on the bed. She bent her knees and was about to half-crouch beside the bed, but her arms were pulled onto the bed by a strong force.

Linglong was lying flat, feeling a heaviness on her waist and abdomen. She blinked and looked at the nervous and flustered boy above her with tears in his eyes.

With his brows furrowed, he held the boy's waist and asked gently, "Guai'an, what's wrong?"

When Zi'an heard this name again, his expression froze on his face, as he was about to act aggrieved and act coquettish.

A smile flashed in her exquisite eyes, and her palms slowly rubbed Zi'an's waist.

Zi'anmu stared blankly at the gorgeous woman below him. Thinking of the actions of the woman who called him "good boy", his cheeks turned red.

"Sister, you always bully An An." Thinking of the scene he saw before, Zi An's flushed face turned pale in an instant. With trembling hands, he pulled Ling Long's clothes without caring about anything else, and choked with sobs in his hoarse words: "Sister, are you okay?"

Linglong noticed something was wrong with her body, grabbed the boy's wrist, and turned him over and pinned him down.

hiss……

The two exchanged positions, Linglong chuckled, and with one hand she nimbly and gently clasped the boy's hands on his head, while with the other hand she stroked the boy's smooth cheek, all the way down, stopping at the boy's soft waist.

Feeling the boy's trembling body stiffen, Linglong's eyebrows softened, and she leaned close to the boy's neck and whispered, "Don't worry, Guai'an, come back when you feel better."

Zi'an stared blankly at Linglong, whose figure was melting with the breeze. When he felt the itch on his waist and heard the woman's words, his pale face turned red again.

Seeing the cute appearance of the person under her, she lowered her head and pecked his lips lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Guai An, I'm fine, Mo You."

Zi'an struggled with his hands, which didn't hurt, and said coquettishly, "Sister, please let me see."

Seeing the determination in the little guy's eyes, Linglong let go of the boy, turned over and lay on the bed, "Come on."

Meeting the woman's eyes that showed she was at his mercy, Zi'an's face turned even redder and he glared at Linglong.

Enduring the pain in his waist, he sat up cross-legged. Following Linglong's instructions, he stretched out his hand and used his unfamiliar pulse-feeding technique to feel her pulse, and then let go after finding no internal injuries.

Then he stared at Linglong's beautiful face for a while, raised his hand and reached for Linglong's collar.

This time Linglong did not stop him, but just looked at him with eyes full of doting.

As Zi'an's face turned redder, a flash of whiteness caught his eye. He reached out to check it, and when he found nothing wrong, he looked up.

A pair of lustful eyes were staring at him passionately.

Zi'an's hand felt as if it was burned and he tried to pull it back, but was stopped by a slender palm halfway.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice was soft and obedient: "Sister?"

Her eyes were deep and delicate, and all her coldness disappeared in front of Zi'an. She curled her lips, exerted a little force with her wrist, and took the tender girl into her arms.

The alluring fragrance becomes the blender of ambiguity.

"Mm~~Sister, sister, be gentler..."

"it is good."

Clothes were scattered all over the floor and the bed creaked, expressing its dissatisfaction.

A blushing voice came from the inner room. Mu Shuang, who was kneeling in the yard, turned extremely pale when he heard the voice.

Mu Nian, who was kneeling beside him, felt distressed and disappointed to see his brother like this.