Lu Jin’an whispered, "Not as good-looking as Master."
After a pause, he added, "Disciple ans the legs."
He had never seen Master dance.
Pei Wanyu looked at him with a not-quite-smile, "Master is talking about dance, you’re talking about legs, how do you know mine aren’t better if you haven’t seen?"
Lu Jin’an calmly said, "Precisely because I have seen, I know how beautiful Master’s legs are."
"Smooth talker~" Pei Wanyu pinched his thigh, then looked over at Zhu Nanzhi, whose eyes were full of affection: "Are mine better, or Nanzhi’s?
You even bought her white stockings specially, and yesterday you hugged those legs, kissing, biting, tearing..."
"Ahem—" Lu Jin’an quickly cleared his throat to interrupt Master: "Just kissed, didn’t bite or tear... the tearing was with hands, not with the mouth."
"Because it’s addictive, you tore." Pei Wanyu’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, drawing circles with her fingers, "I also rember you staring at Nanzhi’s feet several tis, as if you wanted to..."
"Master." Lu Jin’an lowered his head: "Please don’t say anymore."
"Shy?" Pei Wanyu’s voice halted for an unknown reason, a playful glint in her eye: "Recalling this with Master’s help brought it all back?"
Just as Lu Jin’an was about to speak, he felt Master’s hand suddenly leave his thigh and return properly to her own leg.
Lu Jin’an breathed a sigh of relief inwardly and looked up at the opposite side nonchalantly, seeing Nanzhi and Senior Sister looking normal, Palace Master Xiao... sneering.
’Got caught.’
Lu Jin’an thought silently, then heard Master continue leisurely: "So, are Master’s legs prettier or Nanzhi’s legs?"
"Not including Senior Sister?" Lu Jin’an cast a Heart Clarity Spell and asked.
"You’ve seen?" Pei Wanyu shot him a glance.
"Not yet." Lu Jin’an shook his head and continued, "Besides, there’s no need to compare. If it were Master’s legs, disciple would do the sa."
"Really~" Pei Wanyu chuckled softly, considering giving her good disciple a few more rewards tonight?
Seeing that he perford so well today...
Thinking of this, Pei Wanyu glanced at the polos on the table, filled with mischief: "Good disciple, these two peeled polos, Master can’t finish them...
Palos unfinished, no waterlons allowed, otherwise it’d be wasteful, what should we do~"
"Leave it to disciple."
Lu Jin’an replied earnestly, "Disciple is more interested in eating waterlons."
"Then it’s up to the good disciple~" Pei Wanyu’s eyes glinted with amusent, "No rush needed~"
"Disciple understands." Lu Jin’an grabbed a segnt of polo and popped it into his mouth, after all, there was still ti before evening.
So no rush.
"Does husband really like eating polos so much?"
Watching Lu Jin’an pick only polos from the many fruits on the table, Zhu Nanzhi murmured to herself with a smile in her eyes: "Seems so indeed..."
Beside her, hearing this, Xiao Yinruo suddenly understood the aning behind Qingyue’s earlier gesture... So that’s what it ant.
Xiao Yinruo felt sowhat speechless inside.
Her own disciple and Wanyu’s daughter... one walks the Forget Love Path, embracing a life of purity, and the other, a cool sword cultivator since young, where did they learn this kind of knowledge?
An exasperated glint passed through her eyes, and then she heard Nanzhi speak to Mu Qingyue: "You don’t have it."
Mu Qingyue turned her head ’looking’ at Zhu Nanzhi, unmoved: "Earlier, Junior Brother used my ’Morning and Dusk’, not your ’Zhanming’."
"Heh." Zhu Nanzhi turned sideways, resting her elbow on the table and her face in her hand, smiling mischievously: "Yesterday he used ’Zhanming’, today he couldn’t bear to use it, so he used your ’Morning and Dusk’. Your sword is just a backup~"
Xiao Yinruo, listening to her good disciple’s words, involuntarily clenched her fists. Where did Nanzhi learn all these indecent insinuations?
Mu Qingyue smiled in return: "Nanzhi, you’re a good person, next ti use ’Morning and Dusk’ first."
Xiao Yinruo couldn’t help but glance at Qingyue, surprised she could keep up with the conversation?
"Whatever... hmm?" Zhu Nanzhi glared at her: "Dream on!"
"Thanks." Mu Qingyue nodded softly: "I believe the Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace wouldn’t lie."
Hearing Mu Qingyue’s words, Zhu Nanzhi’s breath seed to quicken a bit from impatience: "Immortal Sword Zhanming’s scabbard is born pure, you? Not possible!"
"Never tried, how would you know it’s impossible?" Mu Qingyue coldly replied, "At worst, let you have it."
"Alright... not alright!" Zhu Nanzhi quickly adjusted her tone to counter, she can’t be so easygoing: "You don’t understand the allure of Immortal Sword Zhanming’s pure scabbard."
Mu Qingyue slightly furrowed her brows, what did Zhu Nanzhi an by that?
Seeing her confusion, Zhu Nanzhi realized she couldn’t see.
’True, what can she see from her angle?’
Zhu Nanzhi snorted softly, just about to speak when Xiao Yinruo interrupted her: "Keep it reserved."
"Oh~" Zhu Nanzhi nodded obediently, casting a couple more looks at her Master, wondering if Master understood her words?
Just as she was thinking, Zheng Dongliu’s voice pierced through the gathering: "Hear an old man’s words."
Everyone looked over to see Zheng Dongliu stepping down from his place, placing a hand on Lu Jin’an’s shoulder, smiling as he said, "From today onwards, Jin’an will be my Wandao Sect’s Saint Heir."
With his mouth still filled with polo, his cheeks puffed, Lu Jin’an quickly swallowed hard and stood up promptly.
"Husband is truly adorable~"
Zhu Nanzhi’s eyes sparkled as she turned to Mu Qingyue, her tone cheerful: "Senior Mu, Saint Heir and Holy Daughter, a perfect match~"
Mu Qingyue said nothing, for with Zhu Nanzhi’s words, she suddenly recalled that Zhu Nanzhi was the Holy Daughter of Qingmiao Palace, not Wandao Sect.
Once Sect Master’s birthday feast is over, how long can Zhu Nanzhi stay at Wandao Sect?
The most she could delay is until Junior Brother’s birthday, and that’s only a few days away.
Hehe~
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