Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1322
Chapter 1322: Chapter 1309: Was it you two who broke into Master Rongxue's private bath_1? Chapter 1322: Chapter 1309: Was it you two who broke into Master Rongxue's private bath_1? “Since you're going, take this medicine first.”
Unable to dissuade him, Mu Fan helplessly shook his head and revealed a pill in his palm, presenting it to his companion.
His slender, perfect hand appeared as elegant as white jade, holding the dark red pill, forming a beautiful contrast of red and white, like an oil painting.
However, Qing Yuan had no inclination to appreciate the painting, and let out a mournful howl, feeling as if he was about to vomit blood.
“Do I have to take the medicine? Can I not take it?”
Thinking this, he inadvertently blurted it out. Mu Fan's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, showing complete disapproval.
“You can't go without taking the medicine. Your body is weak, and without being in good shape, a cold wind could…”
“Okay, okay, I'll take it.”
Fearing that Mu Fan would continue lecturing, Qing Yuan quickly picked up the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it whole.
“Cough, cough.”
He swallowed it too quickly and choked. The pill was stuck in his throat, making it difficult to breathe.
Mu Fan's eyes flickered, and he helplessly sighed, handing over a cup of cool mountain spring water.
Qing Yuan accepted the cup and gulped down the water without caring about its temperature, emptying the cup.
With the pill melted and slipped into his stomach, the suffocating feeling finally alleviated.
“Thanks, Senior Brother Mu, you saved me once again.”
Returning the empty teacup to its owner with a slightly embarrassed smile, his eyebrows raised, and he chuckled at himself.
“There's food prepared in the battalion. Let's go to the mess hall for breakfast.”
Mu Fan didn't dwell on the morning's incident, putting away the teacup, slinging the long sword on his back, and leaving the tent.
“Wait for me.”
In the instant Qing Yuan turned around, he teasingly smiled, grabbed the short sword, and took great strides to catch up, walking side by side with Mu Fan.
*
Both men wore black armor, their dark hair flowing in the wind and standing tall and elegant.
One was gorgeous and ethereal, while the other was handsome and graceful. Walking through the barracks, they instantly attracted the attention of many onlookers.
Some couldn't help but look out and scrutinize them from head to toe.
Various intentions stirred in their hearts.
“Hey, you two, stop!”
Suddenly, a figure wearing a purple dress blocked their way. The sharp female voice broke the silence, igniting a spark in the boring barracks.
“Last night, wasn't it the two of you who broke into Master Rongxue's private bathhouse?”
The following words completely detonated the bomb, driving the two newcomers into the heart of the explosion with no way to retreat.
*
Mu Rongxue, a high-ranked Nascent Soul cultivator stationed at the spiritual demon battlefield by the Everlasting Palace, was one of the four current division commanders of the Security Battalion.
As the name suggests – Yuxue (Jade Snow), she was clever and elegant, warm and charming.
Although not devastatingly beautiful, in the Security Battalion, where male disciples were plentiful and female disciples scarce, her exceptional appearance made her stand out like a crane in a flock of chickens, attracting the attention of many male disciples.
Given her high cultivation, her special status as a Security Camp Commander granted her privileges, and the camp had arranged a private bathhouse for her, in which no one was allowed to disturb.
Mu Rongxue's private bathhouse was forbidden in the Security Battalion. Anyone harboring ulterior motives or wanting to voyeur on the beauty's bath would be public enemy number one, and everyone desired to take revenge and rid of them quickly.
Mu Fan and Qing Yuan, unaware of the situation, had unknowingly committed a taboo.
With the purple-clad woman's angry shout, the barracks were thrown into an uproar.
Many admirers of the beautiful girl who had no opportunity to show their devotion rushed over from all directions, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
With sleeves rolled up, they surrounded the two, assuming a posture of wanting to beat them up and eliminate the bad apples.
Chapter end
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