Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1383
Chapter 1383: Chapter 1370: He Intends to Refuse, But She Insists on This_1 Chapter 1383: Chapter 1370: He Intends to Refuse, But She Insists on This_1 “Hehe, that's right.”
Lin Ruize chuckled with some pride, “Our family is a large clan. I have thirteen uncles and one aunt.”
A large clan, huh?
Mu Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of unspoken melancholy. He fell silent.
“Mu Fan, what do you think?”
Lin Ruize failed to notice Mu Fan's fleeting gloom and insisted on asking, “Do you agree? About teaming up? For us to journey to the Sudden Wind Ocean together.”
“We can discuss this later.”
For some reason, an image of Qing Yuan flashed through Mu Fan's mind. Subconsciously, he wanted to team up with him and embark on an adventure.
“Okay, take your time to think about it. There's no rush to give me an answer.”
Lin Ruize changed his strategy, planning to wear him down slowly.
“Hmm.”
Mu Fan hummed a soft sigh through his nose, taking this as his reply.
*
The Lin Clan brothers helped Mu Fan clear the battlefield and dealt with the remains of the monster before biding him farewell and departing.
Standing under the defensive wall, Mu Fan cast a glance in the direction of the Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion and sighed quietly before rising into the sky on his sword.
The Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion remained as it always had – tranquil bridges over flowing waters, groves of green bamboos, beautiful scenery.
Wearing a white robe, Mu Rongxue sat elegantly in front of a zither. Her slender, jade-like fingers strummed the strings and ethereal, beautiful zither music immediately arose – melodious, pleasing, smooth and easy to the ear.
Mu Fan, sword-flying here, descended outside the Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion. No sooner had he landed than irritating murmurs started to flutter about.
The Dancing Snowflakes Pavilion had always forbidden the entry of men, and he was the sole exception.
Mu Rongxue's admirers saw him as a thorn in their sides.
He too, was in a difficult position.
Every time Mu Rongxue summoned him, she did so under the guise of their Master's name, showing concern for him as an elder.
He wanted to refuse, but she was persistent.
If he didn't come, she would repeatedly send someone to invite him, causing a uproar in the barracks and fueling rumors.
In the not-too-distant camp, someone was sneakily peeking in his direction.
There were insults, mixed with malicious curses.
“Those people are so hateful, Baoya is angry.”
“Let's go and bite them.”
Baoya and Hunao poked two small heads out from the Spirit Beast Pouch with resolute faces, glancing at the camp, ready to take revenge for Mu Fan.
“Ignore them.”
Mu Fan's eyebrows furrowed tightly, making up his mind almost instantly, “Let's go find Commander Ji He. I will resign and leave the Security Battalion.”
“Really?”
“That's great.”
The two pets rejoiced secretly, happy and excited.
“Hmm.”
Without any hesitation, Mu Fan rose on his sword, flying towards the cave house that Ji He had established between the cliffs.
*
Ji He, with his mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, had represented the Tranquil Sect in the Polar Ice Field for ten years.
He, along with his son Ji Beitian, was one of the very few in the Tranquil Sect who knew of Mu Fan's past life connection.
Mu Fan flew on his sword to the cave house and stated his intentions straightforwardly.
Without any hesitation, Ji He readily agreed, personally processed the necessary procedures, and dismissed Mu Fan from his duties in the Security Battalion.
Mu Fan expressed his gratitude courteously, then along with Baoya and Hunao, two cute and lovable pets, took advantage of the night and left the Security Battalion.
*
The night on the Polar Ice Field was filled with howling cold wind, chilling to the bone.
Mu Fan didn't take a sword flight, instead running at high speed across the boundless snowfield using Shadow Step to chase away the bone-piercing cold.
“Zing Zing.”
Two sudden notes from a zither reverberated, echoing between heaven and earth.
Mu Fan's nerves tightened instantaneously, as he kept running faster and faster.
“Zing Zing.”
Again, two notes from a zither brought with them a cold killing intention, as if blaming him for leaving without notice.
Chapter end
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