Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

Qin Zhen subconsciously glanced in the direction of the room, then replied: "It's okay, I did it accidentally."

Mu Guiyi glanced at the red fingerprints on Qin Zhen’s wrist and sighed.

If he still couldn't figure out what had happened, Mu Guiyi wouldn't have to work as a medical practitioner anymore.

"Does it hurt?"

Qin Zhen blinked her still red eyes and whispered, "It hurts."

Mu Guiyi sighed helplessly when he heard this, then took out a handful of sugar balls from his Qiankun Ring and handed them to Qin Zhen.

"Ok?"

Why is it that the people from Poyun Sect like to give her candies when they want to coax her?

"Don't you like it?"

He had seen Huai Xu stuffing her with a bunch of candies before.

If not for this, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to buy some of these sweet little things because he was worried that Qin Zhen wouldn't be able to adapt to her first Immortal Sect Competition.

"Thank you, Elder Mu." Qin Zhen peeled a candy ball and put it in her mouth.

Very sweet.

Even a little too sweet.

But Qin Zhen likes this taste, the taste of being soaked in a honey pot, which makes even her heart feel sweet.

"Oh, Third Senior Brother just had a nightmare. I'll mix him another cup of Qingxin wine. It'll be a while before the midnight hour comes anyway, so it doesn't matter if Third Senior Brother gets drunk again."

In fact, this kind of wine is more suitable as a base for desserts.

But Ning Po seemed to be in great pain and didn't have enough time to make the dessert.

"Yeah." Mu Guiyi responded softly.

Qin Zhen moved quickly, and soon, a glass of Qingxin wine was prepared.

"Elder Mu, please go and give it to Third Senior Brother."

"You're not going in?" Mu Guiyi was a little surprised, "He hurt you, so you're angry and don't want to see him?"

Qin Zhen was so surprised that her eyebrows almost flew into her bangs when she heard this: "I'm angry? No, there's nothing to be angry about. He didn't do it on purpose. I didn't go in purely because..."

"Because of what?"

"Because if I go in, Third Senior Brother will be very uncomfortable."

It’s not like Qin Zhen really couldn’t understand the guilt just now. She was outside, and Ning Po would feel more comfortable getting along with the familiar Elder Mu.

"Ok?"

"Anyway, just tell him that I'm tough and nothing will happen to me. I can even fight ten people by myself. Don't worry about me. If you really feel embarrassed, just help me find more rare ingredients in the future."

"You can tell him this yourself."

Qin Zhen shook her head: "Oh, Elder Mu, you don't understand."

Mu Guiyi really didn’t quite understand.

"If I go in by myself, no matter what I say, it will seem that I am in a higher position and am being considerate to him, which will make him feel even more guilty. But it's different for you. You are the elder, so it's more appropriate for you to say such things."

Mu Guiyi put himself in the scene. Indeed, no matter what considerate words Qin Zhen said, it seemed like a condescending charity.

This was a detail he had not noticed.

No wonder everyone is willing to pamper her. In fact, isn’t she also pampering them?

"Then I'll leave it to you, Elder Mu."

When Qin Zhen said this, she still had the candy ball in her mouth, with her cheeks bulging like a greedy little squirrel.

If it was someone else talking to him while eating, Mu Guiyi would definitely think that this person was very rude.

However, if this person were Qin Zhen, he would only think that this child is truly pure and kind.

Sure enough, he had unknowingly turned into a biased parent who doted on his own children?

Mu Guiyi was still thinking about this question when he entered the room with a glass of wine.

As a result, as soon as he entered the room, he saw another thinker.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Po was sitting blankly on the bed, staring at his right hand with his head down, as if he wanted to see a flower out of his right hand, and his handsome brows were tightly furrowed.

Elder Mu had known Ning Po for many years, but he had rarely seen him in such a daze.

Ning Po subconsciously raised his head when he heard that, and then looked behind Mu Guiyi. After not seeing that figure, he couldn't tell what he felt for a moment.

"Looking for your junior sister?"

"……Um."

Mu Guiyi directly handed over the wine glass in his hand: "Drink it."

"What is this?" Ning Po didn't like alcohol, and his brows subconsciously frowned.

"Why, can we still harm you?"

Ning Po suddenly remembered what Qin Zhen had just said and the quilt she had taken out.

Soon, he reacted.

"Yes, Junior Sister?"

"Ah."

As soon as Mu Guiyi finished speaking, Ning Po, who had been somewhat resistant to alcohol, directly took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Are you not afraid that the wine might be poisoned?"

Ning Po was silent.

Mu Guiyi sighed helplessly: "Your temper... that's all."

Ning Po's lips were pressed into a straight line. He had never been a talkative person. The reason he was willing to talk more with Qin Zhen just now was because he felt guilty.

However, he still took the initiative to ask: "Junior Sister...are you okay?"

"I'm here, what are you worried about?"

"But it hurts."

Ning Po naturally would not question Elder Mu's treatment, but he also knew how hard he could hit her when he was on guard.

Even if Qin Zhen blocked her sense of pain as quickly as possible, she must have endured the pain completely at that moment.

"Well, even though she's as tough as a monkey and is jumping up and down outside now, it definitely hurts."

"I'll go tell her I'm sorry."

"If you're willing to help him find some rare ingredients, I promise that will be more helpful than any apology."

Elder Mu was completely unaware that he had said "rare" instead of "strange" as Qin Zhen had said.

Naturally, no one would have thought that a difference of one word would lead to such different consequences.

"Rare...ingredients?"

"After all, your junior sister is a food cultivator."

"Okay." Ning Po nodded.

"Then this matter is over." Mu Guiyi, as an elder, made the final judgment.

Ning Po shook his head upon hearing this: "Not yet."

"Huh?" Mu Guiyi didn't expect Ning Po to refuse.

Is it so difficult to guess what the younger generation is thinking now?

Ning Po rummaged through his Qiankun Ring again and again.

After searching for a while, he finally took out a set of celadon glazed tea sets.

"I don't have a wine vessel. Can I use this to compensate my junior sister?"

Ning Po looked at Mu Guiyi steadily, with a hint of caution in his eyes, as if he was afraid of getting a negative answer.

Mu Guiyi found this scene somewhat magical.

This was the first time he saw Ning Po asking for other people's opinions so helplessly.

You have to know that on weekdays, this guy always keeps his word, and saying one more word is considered as him being in a good mood.

Moreover, he never had any expression when he spoke, as if nothing could cause his emotions to fluctuate.

But now, he took the initiative to ask for a gift.

"Is this the only tea set?"