Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 95 Soul and Form

"You mean, the missing soul of Xuanyan... is on Qingzhu?"

"Smart girl." Before Chunyun finished speaking, the person disappeared, "I will meet you in Jianghu someday, I hope it will be your wedding."

"What..." Mu An'an casually picked up a copy of "Disciple Instructions" as a fan, red from the ears to the neck, and the white skin like jade was dyed with an intoxicating blush.

The girl blushed too easily, she smiled, it must be too hot.

Mu An'an walked out of the room and looked at the wild flowers all over the mountains, as if in a dream.

It's just a nap, how come the winter is over?

"Sima Qingyang! Don't touch my things!" Daoist Qingzhu roared angrily.

"Fuck, let go! Did you wash your hands just now?!" Sima Qingyang also yelled back.

"Wash it! I think you haven't washed it! You can't get married if you are so sloppy!" Daoist Qingzhu roared.

"Oh, sorry I have a partner."

"..."

Mu Anan felt distressed looking at it, just now Daoist Qingzhu must have suffered [-] points of damage.

"Master, you are still just as stingy." She said, raising her plain hand, and the box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake was in her hands.The pastry was crystal clear and full of fragrance. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed, "I'm already a few hundred years old, and I want to grab a box of snacks, isn't it embarrassing?"

"Why am I being stingy? What about him?" Daoist Qingzhu tugged at his sleeves, looked away, a little awkward, "The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was originally for you."

"He's different." Mu An'an said, and used his thumb and forefinger to pinch a piece into his mouth. In an instant, the pastry seemed to melt, but the fragrance remained on his lips and teeth.With the coolness of autumn, it is fragrant and fragrant.

"It's really a guy who values ​​sex over friends." Daoist Qingzhu snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave, but his robe suddenly became heavy.

He frowned and lowered his head—the custard bag stretched lazily, and lay down in a ball again—just about to use his spiritual power to beat up the fat cat who knew no good or bad, but when his fingers shifted slightly, he was stunned. An An and Sima Qingyang locked him with their eyes at the same time.

"That... Ziqing, get this cat away quickly." Daoist Qingzhu hesitated for a moment, and had to give up.

She shrugged, walked over, and hugged the milk yellow bag, "I have to say, the name Ziqing really doesn't feel domineering, just like Qingzhu."

"Since ancient times, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum have been the four gentlemen, do you actually look down on them?" Sima Qingyang said, fondling Mu An'an's forehead.

"I don't look down on it, but I feel that my uncle doesn't have the integrity of a green bamboo, why does he have such a name?" She said, shaking her head, thinking to herself, could it be that she was affected by the extra soul, who was originally Gao Jie as promised, but actually ...turned into a stingy and horrible clean freak?

"The world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at the world's inability to see through." Daoist Qingzhu smiled, "The soul and form are vain, why bother to ask so far."

"Succeed, my nephew is not good enough in practice, I still need to study for a few more years." Mu Anan rolled his eyes, ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, narrowed his eyes and smiled with pleasure.

A few bodhi plants were newly planted in the courtyard, and there was still some faint fragrance.

"Let's go, let's take you to a place." Sima Qingyang took her hand, skipped the green bamboo, and walked slowly towards the place where the mountain flowers were blooming.

"Where are you going?" Mu An'an hurriedly swallowed the remaining two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, secretly wondering why the lack of spiritual power gradually recovered?Could it be that the pastry has the effect of replenishing spiritual energy...

After all, the uncle is still a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

(End of this chapter)