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Chapter 180 My Name...Mu Qiu!

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    The rain beats the duckweed, and the fragrance of the lotus flutters in the wind.

    The woman sat quietly on the bow of the boat with her qin in her arms, her thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and for a while, she didn't even notice the rain falling on her body.

    "Miss, go back to the cabin, it's raining." He held up an oil-paper umbrella, walked to the woman, held an umbrella for her, and said softly.

    "Luoer, tell me, will there be any results from our trip?" Watching the drizzle fall quietly, the woman's face was a little lonely, and one couldn't help feeling pity.

    "After all, we are members of the Yinyue Sect, and our attitude is so low. Even for the face of the Sect Master, he doesn't dare to make things too difficult. He is just the grandson of an outer elder from the Demon Sect. Is it true?  Do you think it's the successor of the Demon Lord?" Pouring her lips, Luo Er snorted dissatisfiedly.

    "I hope so." Thinking of the suzerain's weak temperament, the woman sighed in a daze, and immediately asked, "Is that person awake?"

    "Miss, we are too busy with our own affairs, and you still have thoughts about others." Mentioning this, Luo Er immediately patted her cute little head and said dissatisfied.

    "Saving people to the end, left and right is just a matter of convenience. It's really cold after the rain. Go and have a look, make some ginger soup and send it to him. When he wakes up, let him drink some to drive away the cold."  Shaking her head, the woman said softly.

    "Uncle Shun said, he may also be a practitioner, a little cold doesn't matter."

    "Looking at his appearance, he must have been seriously injured, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into the water. Since we saved him, it's fate, so we can't let it go. You should work harder."  Patting Luo Er's hand, the woman said softly.

    "Okay, okay, I can't say no to Miss." After stomping her feet, Luo Er finally couldn't hold back her own lady, turned around and walked to the rear cabin.

    Holding the sword in his hand, Fangcun was sweating profusely, and his head was still aching. The seven cuts of the Emperor Sword were too mysterious. Even after he had just comprehended the first cut, Fangcun felt a little exhausted.

    Consciousness slowly recovered, and Fang Cun suddenly realized that he seemed to have passed through the space channel, so where is this?

    "Hey, are you awake?"

    Fang Cun was just standing up with the help of the bed when he saw a girl who was going to be a servant girl open the door and come in, he couldn't help being slightly startled.

    "Hey, did you listen to me?" Rolling his eyes, Luo Er said dissatisfiedly.

    "It was you who saved me?" Fang Cun's mind was so sensitive, he reacted in an instant, and asked tentatively.

    "It's my lady who has a kind heart and ordered someone to fish you out of the lake." With a snort, Luo Er waved her hand impatiently, "You wait, miss is afraid that you will catch the cold, let me prepare some for you.  Ginger soup, I'll bring it."

    Without waiting for an answer, Luo Er left the back cabin.

    Shaking his head with a wry smile, Fang Cun immediately opened the door and walked out. With his current strength, he is not afraid of the cold.

    The drizzle was blowing with the wind, with a little chill, but also a bit hazy.

    Putting his hand lightly on the Emperor Sword, Fang Cun sighed softly, not caring about the drizzle, and walked slowly towards the bow.

    Fang Cun was not worried about Wang Xiaoxue, with Xiaoyaozi around, nothing would go wrong, and Fang Cun had never been the kind of guy who loves sons and daughters, is heroic and short-tempered.

    Just thinking of the unfathomable imperial power of the Necromancer Emperor, it is inevitable that I feel a little depressed. What I said at the beginning was impassioned, but in fact, it would be pure nonsense to say that there is no pressure.

    Shaking his head and getting rid of these thoughts, Fang Cun put his mind on the situation in front of him!

    Although it was night, the lotus flowers in the lake could already be seen, which was impressively like the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River. This kind of environment has never been seen in the northern region.

    For a while, the situation was somewhat unclear.

    "Hey, are you awake?"

    Suddenly, Fang Cun heard a pleasant voice from the front, looked up, but saw a woman in white holding a piano in her hand, sitting quietly on the bow, with a middle-aged man holding an umbrella beside her.

    The woman is about 20 years old, just the most beautiful age. Although there is a trace of worry on her face, she still does not lose her elegance. Sitting in the rain holding the piano like this, she looks graceful.

    "Thank you, miss, for saving me!" Thoughts flashed through his mind, Fang Cun guessed the identity of the other party, and bowed slightly.

    "Master, you don't need to be so polite, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Shaking her head, the woman said softly, "It's already autumn, the weather is a bit cold, and it's raining again. You have injuries on your body, so I'd better go back first."killed him.  " Luo Er retorted dissatisfied.

    "That's enough, Luo Er, we saved him just as a favor, how can we repay him with favor? Besides, it's about the elders of the Demon Sect. One bad move will cost him his life. How can we let him take risks with us?  "He lowered his face and scolded, holding the piano and said seriously, "Don't say such things in the future, do you hear me?"

    "Okay, okay, I just listen to Miss." She pouted and turned her face away, but Luo Er did not disobey her words after all.

    Sighing lightly, Uncle Shun shook his head and said, "Miss is still so kind-hearted, but with such a temperament, it is easy to suffer in the end."

    "Be kind, isn't it good?" Looking at the lotus in the lake, Baoqin said softly, a little absent-minded.

    The drizzle was still pattering, but they didn't know about Baoqin, Fang Cun, who was in the cabin, listened to their conversation verbatim.

    "Demon Gate Interesting, it seems that my identity is really pretending to be right."  !) (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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