Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1501
Chapter 1501: Chapter 1490: Tearing the Soul Before Death in the Previous Life, Leaving a Strand of Spiritual Consciousness_1 Chapter 1501: Chapter 1490: Tearing the Soul Before Death in the Previous Life, Leaving a Strand of Spiritual Consciousness_1 “Who is he?”
Evilbane Sword Spirit appeared as an illusion in the Sea of Consciousness, curiously looking at him.
“A shred of divine consciousness left by me in my previous life.”
Mu Fan did not conceal it, but confessed openly.
“Why are you so obsessed?”
Evilbane Sword Spirit wondered, “Leaving a shred of divine consciousness before dying?”
“Because I didn't want to forget Sister.”
Mu Fan recalled his past life, feeling a sharp pain in his heart, “At the moment of reincarnation, enduring the pain of soul tearing, I separated a shred of divine consciousness and hid it in the Sea of Consciousness.”
“Sigh.”
Evilbane Sword Spirit listened with a sigh, didn't roar for once, showing some sympathy.
*
The Duchess of Zhen was unconscious for a night and did not wake up until the next morning.
Lin Qingluo stayed by her grandmother's bedside all night, refusing to leave despite her brothers and brothers' comfort.
The Old Master and Duke of Zhen were sadden by this.
The brothers Lin Jinxu worried deeply. The atmosphere in Duke of Zhen's Residence had never been so oppressive before.
Lin Jinming learned from the Little Kingfisher that Mu Fan was in the Imperial Palace. He hastily rushed to the Serene Snow Pavilion and informed him of everything that had happened in the mansion.
“Our elders blamed you for causing Sister's suffering, separating the family for ten years. They can't accept your existence for a while.”
He kept rambling and added his own interpretation, “Sister may be worried about you staying by her grandmother's bed all night, sleepless, physically and emotionally exhausted, her mood is also very low, her eyes were red and haggard when I saw her this morning… …”
Before the words fell, there was no one in sight.
*
Mu Fan, carrying a long sword, arrived at the Duke of Zhen's Residence.
The elegant, black-haired, and handsome young man, as soon as he stood in front of the gate, immediately attracted the attention of many people.
“Young brother, do you have a greeting card?”
Seeing his extraordinary appearance, the doorman smiled and came down the steps to greet him.
“Please let the attendant inform Duke of Zhen that Mu Fan from the Tranquil Sect is here to visit.”
Mu Fan thought for a moment, took out the token of a Tranquil Sect disciple from his Storage Ring, and handed it to the attendant.
“Immortal Master, please wait a moment. I will inform them now.”
The attendant's eyes brightened when he heard the word “Tranquil Sect.” He happily took the token and scampered into the gate.
“Mu Fan, hurry in.”
Lin Jinpeng rushed out of the gate like a gust of wind, and without saying anything, he dragged him in, “Don't be stupid, hurry in before the attendant comes back.”
Mu Fan's heart sank, allowing himself to be pulled into the mansion. His divine consciousness subconsciously spread out, searching for Sister's figure.
“Mu Fan? How dare he come?”
In Drunken Frost Residence, Duke of Zhen roared with wrath at the top of his lungs, entering Mu Fan's view.
“Father, I'll go chase him away.”
Lin Xiaoyang got up from his chair and stormed out of the room in anger. As he passed the courtyard gate, he picked up a broom and faced Mu Fan along the winding corridor.
“Damn, trying to drive someone away with a broom?”
Lin Jinyang had a headache, wondering when to find the right moment to grab the broom.
He followed sneakily behind, unnoticed by Lin Xiaoyang. Yet Mu Fan clearly saw him.
Lin Jinpeng pulled him into the residence, and just so happened to be heading straight towards the oncoming figure of Lin Xiaoyang, their distance getting closer and closer.
His eyes narrowed as he contemplated how to react.
“Ouch.”
At the corner of the corridor, Lin Jinyang pretended to trip and lunged forward.
As luck would have it, a black cat sprang out from the bushes at just that moment, darting across the corridor.
Lin Xiaoyang dodged the black cat, swaying to the side, just barely avoiding Jinyang's oncoming body.
“Ouch.”
At this time, Lin Jinyang let out a real wail, falling flat on his face, with a crisp smack.
Fortunately, he managed to shield his face with his arm at the last moment, avoiding the tragedy of breaking his front teeth.
Chapter end
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