Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1719
Chapter 1719: Chapter 1697: Not knowing who it is, too embarrassed to send the necklace, let Grandma Mu pass it on_1 Chapter 1719: Chapter 1697: Not knowing who it is, too embarrassed to send the necklace, let Grandma Mu pass it on_1 “Hualing is right.”
Lin Qingluo laughed without a care, “It's better for the baby not to meet the relatives first. It will be a pleasant surprise when they ascend, and it won't have the same effect if they know in advance.”
“Yes, Master is absolutely right.”
Hualing was satisfied, holding Little Ximo and laughing with extreme happiness.
*
“Mu Fan.”
Lin Qingluo's ears turned red, and after thinking for a long time, she finally asked, “Ximo doesn't look like you, will you mind?”
Mu Fan's steps faltered as he held Little Xiyan, his heart trembling violently.
“No.”
His cheeks visibly reddened, and after a long pause, he managed to say, “I like it even better that both babies look like their sister.”
“Hehe.”
The flower spirits watched his helpless embarrassment, covering their mouths with handkerchiefs and laughing.
“As long as you don't mind.”
Lin Qingluo patted her chest, relieved, her fingers touching the necklace hanging from her neck. She glanced at Mu Fan, a teasing look in her eyes.
“The weather is so hot, it's uncomfortable to wear the necklace.”
She pretended to be sultry, lifting her hair to reveal the jade-like Sacred Beads on her neck.
Mu Fan looked over unconsciously and saw the necklace, his heart trembling violently again.
“I don't know who it was, but they were too shy to give the necklace in person, so they had Grandma Mu deliver it.”
Lin Qingluo caressed the necklace, pretending to ponder whether to take it off, the teasing in her eyes obvious.
Mu Fan's breathing paused, his cheeks flushed wildly, the redness spreading from his forehead to his neck.
“Hahaha.”
Little Kingfisher enjoyed the show, laughing so hard that its wings trembled non-stop, almost falling off the branch.
“Sister.”
Mu Fan blocked out the noise of Little Kingfisher, holding Little Xiyan and leaning close to his sister, burying his forehead in her shoulder, too embarrassed to raise his head.
“Hehe.”
Lin Qingluo smiled at his embarrassment, feeling indescribably elated.
“Heehee.”
Little Xiyan seemed to understand the conversation, giggling happily so that her eyes turned into crescents.
“Wah wah.”
Little Ximo was hungry, kicking with her chubby little legs and crying loudly.
The loud crying drew everyone's attention, easing Mu Fan's embarrassment.
He breathed a silent sigh of relief, his face still red as he looked up and strode towards Little Ximo.
“Hehe.”
Lin Qingluo watched his pretending-to-be-calm figure, lowered her hair, stuffed the Sacred Beads necklace into her collar, and smiled till her eyes curved.
*
Two years had passed, and Lin Qingluo returned to the Ethereal Immortal Palace.
Before leaving, she took out all the spiritual wine buried in the Primordial Orb and filled thousands of Storage Bracelets, leaving them at the winery.
Jiang Manyun did her best, gathering millions of empty wine jars from various businesses and sending them into the Primordial Orb.
The little spirits, who were rarely not naughty, helped their mother brew the wine under Shibao's guidance.
Vine Dragon lived unrestrained and carefree at Lin Residence, very willing to stay and continue being its guardian sacred beast.
Lin Qingluo granted its wish, and on a sunny morning, she said goodbye to her family, took Little Kingfisher, and ascended on her sword, flying to Ethereal Immortal Palace.
*
The Ethereal Immortal Palace was vast, with strange and dangerous mountains stretching endlessly.
There were 19,788 mountains in the outer area, with a Soul-Wandering Stage or Nascent Soul Stage elder presiding over every hundred mountains.
The central area had 2,369 mountains, with a Mahayana Stage elder presiding over every ten mountains.
Lin Qingluo's promotion speed exceeded everyone's expectations, reaching the Mahayana Mid-Stage in just two years.
Chapter end
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