Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1324
Chapter 1324: Chapter 1311: Mu Rongxue, Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion_1 Chapter 1324: Chapter 1311: Mu Rongxue, Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion_1 The barracks were deathly quiet, with disciples from various sects who were watching the battle dare not even breathe. The only sound was the piercing friction of swords clashing, touching everyone's heart.
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“Stop! This is a military zone. How can we tolerate such private fighting?”
A graceful and elegant white-robed figure appeared, walking through the air.
“Zing zing.”
Two musical notes tore through the sky, like two sharp blades whistling in the air, forcibly separating the two who were in the heat of battle.
“Master!”
Cowering in the crowd, the purple-robed woman, who was almost paralyzed by the intense gaze of Qing Yuan, was overjoyed when she heard the musical notes, following the sound and looking at it with excitement.
Immortal Rongxue?!
Her admirers were even more excited, looking up one after another, their fiery gazes chasing the elegant figure that stepped through the air, unable to tear their eyes away.
As for the reprimand from the beautiful woman, they pretended they didn't hear it.
Fortunately, they were just onlookers and were not caught in the act.
“Senior Brother Mu.”
As the battle abruptly stopped, Qing Yuan quickly stepped forward and supported Mu Fan, whose breath was chaotic and body wounded.
“It's fine. I'll recover after a short rest.”
Mu Fan's concern could not be more evident, and feeling warm inside, he responded with a reassuring smile despite the pain from his injuries.
“You two, come with me.”
Mu Rongxue, hovering in mid-air on her flying sword, looked down at the crowded crowd below with an icy, graceful face, swept her gaze over everyone, and finally stopped at Mu Fan and Qing Yuan.
She was one of the four Grand Commanders of the Security Battalion, with high authority, so even if some were dissatisfied, no one dared to make a scene.
There was a brief moment of silence in the barracks as everyone's eyes once again focused on Mu Fan and Qing Yuan.
Scorching gazes, filled with various degrees of envy, jealousy, and hatred, seemed like they were about to burn holes into their backs.
“Yes.”
Mu Fan and Qing Yuan shared a look, both seeing the reluctance and resistance in each other's eyes.
However, they were after all just newcomers and low-ranking disciples, so they couldn't openly defy their superiors and had no choice but to swallow their pride and obey.
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Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion.
The only independent courtyard in the barracks, surrounded by artificial hills, green bamboo, pavilions, terraces, small bridges and flowing water, with beautiful scenery.
There were hundreds of female attendants in the pavilion, all with cultivation levels above the Foundation Establishment stage.
These people were not part of the Security Battalion but belonged to a private guard force under the command of Mu Rongxue, assigned by the Everlasting Palace to the Spirit Demon battlefield.
Mu Fan and Qing Yuan, following the purple-robed woman, arrived at the Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion and felt something was wrong as soon as they entered the gate, involuntarily stopping in their tracks.
On either side of the corridor leading to the living room of Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion, more than a dozen cold-faced women stood with swords, their gazes filled with scrutiny.
Their mysterious eyes glued to the two of them, sizing them up from head to toe, giving the involuntary impression that they were pieces of meat on a sticky board, available for anyone to pick and choose from.
Mu Fan's eyes flickered, inexplicably feeling that this scene was familiar, trying to remember something, but his mind was blank.
“Hey, you two, hurry up. The Master is waiting for you in the pavilion.”
The purple-robed woman had returned to the Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion and seemed like a different person, regaining her haughty demeanor.
She raised her chin, warning them with a condescending tone.
“Excuse me, Immortal. May I be so bold as to ask a question?”
Qing Yuan raised her eyebrows slightly, showing a touch of impatience, and replied in the same tone, “It seems that the Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion is not a place for my brother and me. Why did Senior Rongxue summon the two of us here?”
Chapter end
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