"I don't think this joke is funny at all." Mu Huan suddenly stopped stroking his fingers, and his bright big eyes stared at Qingluo.
"I'm not kidding." Yes, she didn't believe it at first. After all, judging by the Palace Master's cultivation, he must be quite old, so the person in his portrait must be around his age, to have such deep affection in his eyes.
But this was her guess, even without meeting Mu Huan. She looked so much like the woman in the painting, practically identical to her. She was just as lively, with bright eyes and white teeth.
If these words were spoken on any other day, Mu Huan would definitely be happy. However, at this moment, she was filled with fear and deep suspicion.
It was said that the Holy Temple had existed on the Xiuling Continent for nearly a thousand years, and that the Temple Master had remained the same throughout those millennia. So why would a thousand-year-old man have his own portrait? Mu Huan felt it had to be a lie. How could an innocent young woman like her, only 28, be desired by an old man?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible. Mu Huan began to imagine, and the more he thought about it, the more absurd it became. He shook his head and looked at Qingluo.
"There are so many people who look like me in this world. It's definitely not possible for me." Mu Huan looked at Qing Luo. "Besides, I'm only eighteen. How could I possibly know your Palace Master, an old man like that? It's ridiculous."
Mu Huan kept shaking his head, thinking that this Saint Lady was too humorous to even make such a joke. But seeing Qingluo's solemn expression, Mu Huan couldn't laugh anymore.
"Let's not talk about whether I am the person in the portrait or not. Even if I am, so what? Tell me, what good will it do you?"
"If you are really the person in the portrait in the Palace Master's hand, then if you say that I found you and took you to the Palace Master to claim credit, then the position of the Saint will be mine, right?" Qingluo slowly approached Mu Huan, leaned close to her ear, and her tone was full of ambition.
Mu Huan took a step back, looking at the self-righteous candidate Saint. "I say, you people in the Temple are truly ridiculous. You act on your own assumptions without even asking the person involved. This kind of forced buying and selling is truly the Temple's usual style!"
Mu Huan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, finding it extremely funny.
"You don't have to rush to deny it. After all, you'll know whether it's true or not when you meet our Palace Master." Qingluo put on her black hat again and walked over to Mu Huan. "We have a long way to go."
Qingluo was not in a hurry. In her eyes, Muhuan was just a little girl who had little experience in the world and could not cause much trouble.
Mu Huan turned around and looked in the direction Qingluo left. "Do you really think I'm easy to bully? Ha!" Mu Huan was in a bad mood because she found that everyone she met thought she was weak. One day, she would let them know who was weak.
Regaining his good mood, Mu Huan returned to the inn. He saw Tan Tailuo feasting at the table. "Where's that cool, aloof persona you promised me? Where's that arrogant demeanor you had when we first met?" Mu Huan had wondered more than once if he'd been possessed! Alas, the problem was, he was just letting loose!
"Hey, Huanhuan, you're back!" Tan Tailuo hadn't finished his food yet. "Come quickly, we've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Mu Huan stared at the food in Tan Tailuo's bowl, and saw a grain of rice accidentally stuck to the corner of his mouth. He pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly, reached out his hand, and wiped away the residue from Tan Tailuo's mouth.
"Are you sure you waited for me? Huh?"
"Hey, hey! I'm so hungry!" Tan Tailuo lowered his head with a guilty conscience, but his cheeks were still moving. Mu Huan had no choice but to think, forget it, she was generous, he would not bother with her!
"We might have to stay here for a while longer." Mu Qing's face was a little serious. He had just received a message from his master, Elder Yuze, that there was a problem in Yunxue City and that they should investigate first. He would also send someone from Youshan Academy soon.
"Why? Aren't you in a hurry to find the Tansilao?" Mu Huan put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing briefly explained the reason.
"Is there something wrong with Yunxue City?" Mu Huan thought carefully. Something seemed quite strange here lately. The blue-robed elders from the Holy Temple had personally brought the Holy Son and Holy Daughter with them, and then there was Goode's attitude. Thinking about it this way, everything seemed particularly strange.
"That's right! Although we don't know what it is, since Master asked us to stay and investigate, there must be something wrong. And someone from the academy will be here in a few days."
"Oh! This task is too difficult!" Mu Huan sighed and continued to "struggle" at the dining table.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the table was a mess. "I suspect you were pigs in your past life!" Mu Chen could count the number of times he reached for his chopsticks during this meal on one hand. Looking at the empty table, he couldn't help but laugh at Mu Huan and Tan Tai Luo.
"Hmm? That's not the case. We just eat a little more than ordinary people." Mu Huan stretched out a small section of his little finger to show Mu Chen.
Mu Chen pushed Mu Huan's hand away in disgust. "Tell me, both of you, how are you going to get married if you eat so much?"
"If you can't get married, then don't get married. I don't have to have a man." Tan Tai Luo waved her hand, looking nonchalant, and took a nap.
Not satisfied with just expressing his own opinion, Tan Tai Luo rubbed Mu Huan and winked to indicate that Mu Huan agreed with his point of view.
"Come on, I won't go along with you." Mu Huan patted the place where Tan Tai Luo had touched him with a look of disgust, making Tan Tai Luo howl in anger.
"Alright, stop arguing. We're all tired today, so go back to your rooms and rest!" Whenever Mu Huan and Tan Tai Luo got into a fight, it was always Mu Qing who would mediate, while Mu Chen would just instigate. Oh, and there was also Qi Chu watching the fun from the sidelines.
Mu Huan returned to the room and collapsed directly onto the bed, sighing comfortably. "Erya!" Mu Huan called out softly, and then suddenly realized that he hadn't fed Erya for a long time.
As soon as the voice fell, a white furry ball jumped into Mu Huan's arms and rubbed against him hard.
Mu Huan lifted Erya's neck with one hand. Erya was so angry that she left Mu Huan's warm embrace and spread her feet, with her four short legs moving around non-stop.
"Erya, be obedient! If I didn't know that you are a spirit of an artifact and not a spirit beast, I, your master, would have thrown you away long ago." Without mercy, Mu Huan threw Erya to the ground.
Mu Huan is different from ordinary women. She doesn't like furry things very much, and she doesn't know why.
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