Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1343
Chapter 1343: Chapter 1330: The Past Six Years Ago, Little Mu Fan, Sister_1 Chapter 1343: Chapter 1330: The Past Six Years Ago, Little Mu Fan, Sister_1 “That's good then.”
Qing Yuan broke into a smile, deliberately changing the subject: “Senior Brother Mu's Divine Sword is said to be an ancient divine sword. Qing Yuan is curious: Senior Brother Mu, only sixteen, how did you come across such an envious ancient divine sword?”
“This sword?”
Mu Fan gently stroked his Divine Sword. His eyes became dazed for a moment, as if he was digging into his past memories.
Qing Yuan raised an eyebrow: “Would Senior Brother Mu like to tell Qing Yuan?”
“It's a long story.”
Mu Fan's right index finger gently rubbed the hilt of his sword, contemplating how to recount the tale.
“Take your time Senior Brother Mu, I'm not in a rush.”
Qing Yuan leaned back, downed his cup of wine in one go, rested his cheek on his hand, looking at him with a laughing grin.
“That was…six years ago.”
Past images appeared in Mu Fan's eye, a trace of nostalgia shimmered in his eyes.
*
Six years ago.
A young Mu Fan, only ten years old, was practicing his Qi Condensation alone on a cliff of the back mountain of the Tranquil Sect.
A Black-Scaled Eagle swooped down from above, grabbing an Immortal Bird Chick playing by his side, and took flight.
The chick cried out in terror, struggling desperately under the claws of the eagle.
Mu Fan, alerted by the bird's cries, opened his eyes abruptly, without another thought, flew his sword into the sky, chasing the Black-Scaled Eagle.
The Black-Scaled Eagle was a second-rank monster and Mu Fan was only at the eighth level of Qi Condensation, they were disproportionate in power.
The Black-Scaled Eagle took advantage of his youth, encircled him once in the air, and swooped down from above.
Mu Fan could not dodge in time and was struck by the eagle's iron-hard wings, sending him, along with his sword, plummeting down the cliff.
In the nick of time, a girl in blue arrived, knocked down the Black-Scaled Eagle, saving him and the Immortal Bird Chick.
*
“Peep peep.”
The Immortal Bird Chick, scared and shivering, hid in Mu Fan's arms like a little sparrow, crying out incessantly.
Mu Fan gently stroked the feathers of the chick, looking at his sword, now broken in two, he forced a bitter smile.
The broken sword was given to him by his Master and there was only one of them.
Without a flying sword, how was he to practice his sword skills, or Sword Flight?
“Little brother, do you want a flying sword? Sister has one.”
The girl in blue seemed to read his distress, and with a flash of spiritual light, a simple and thick long sword appeared in her hand, which she handed over with a cheerful smile.
“This sword?”
Mu Fan's eyes widened, looking at the precious sword in the girl's hand. For some reason, his heartbeat quickened for a moment.
The girl's bright and dark eyes showed a trace of wiliness: “As long as you call me sister once, I'll give this sword to you.”
“Give it to me?”
Mu Fan couldn't believe it: “Really?”
“Of course, it's true.”
The girl gave a shallow smile, a doting look very apparent in her eyes: “When has sister ever lied to you?”
“You know me?”
Mu Fan blinked, looking at the stranger in front of him, he was certain they had never met before.
“Ahem.”
The girl felt her words were inappropriate as soon as they left her mouth. Her bright, dark pupils shifted, thinking up a reason to reconcile her story.
“I saw you when you were just born. You were too young to remember, so you don't remember me.”
“You really know me?”
A glimmer of joy welled up in Mu Fan's heart.
He was alone in the back mountain of the Tranquil Sect. From his first memory, other than his Master and Senior Sister, he hadn't seen any other outsiders.
Sometimes, he truly felt lonely.
“Yes, I know you.”
The girl seemed to perceive his fleeting feelings of loneliness, a wave of sympathy swept over her. She crouched down and placed the long sword in his hand.
“Thank you, Sister.”
Mu Fan gripped the long sword tightly, his heartbeat quickened with excitement. The word 'Sister' naturally slipped off his tongue.
“Such a good boy.”
The girl affectionately ruffled his hair, her eyelids slightly damp as if teardrops were on the brink of falling.
Chapter end
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