The obedient beauty is targeted by the bad guys again [Quick Wear]

"Master, where is this?"

Mu Yan followed behind Qingyang Zun, looking at the pond not far away, and couldn't help but ask.

Qingyang Zun turned around, looked at Mu Yan and said, "This is the cold pond that I brought back from the secret realm. It will help with cultivation."

Mu Yan: “…”

He walked over carefully, squatted down, and touched the water with his hand. It was so cold that he immediately pulled his hand back.

It’s worthy of being called a cold pond, it is really cold.

He looked at his master pitifully and tried to plead, "Master, I feel that his cultivation is about to break through, so he doesn't need to soak in this cold pond."

As he spoke, he silently moved away from the cold pond.

"Be good, don't make trouble."

Venerable Qingyang sternly rejected Mu Yan's request.

Mu Yan had no choice but to take a deep breath and muster up the courage to step into the water. He immediately felt a chill on his face, as if he was in an ice cellar.

As his body was gradually submerged in the cold pool, Mu Yan felt as if the blood in his body had solidified, and every inch of his skin felt a piercing pain.

But he gritted his teeth and tried to adapt to the cold. Soon, Mu Yan's face turned pale from the cold.

Just when Mu Yan was about to lose consciousness from the cold, Venerable Qingyang beside him slowly stepped into the cold pond.

The freezing water reached above his knees and soaked his clothes, but he didn't care at all, his eyes were always on his young disciple.

He gently stretched out his arms and held his little apprentice tightly in his arms.

Mu Yan's body had been frozen and he had almost no reaction, but when he touched the warm body of Master Qingyang, he instinctively began to move closer to that warmth.

Reverend Qingyang felt his little disciple's body trembling slightly in his arms, so he took a step further and made his little disciple's body fit more closely against his own.

Mu Yan seemed to feel a hint of warmth. He tried hard to move towards the source of the warmth and finally sat completely in the arms of Venerable Qingyang.

"Cold. Very cold."

Mu Yan's lips turned pale and his voice trembled, as if he would be swallowed by the cold at any time.

He couldn't help but press himself closer to Reverend Qingyang, trying to draw more warmth from him.

Venerable Qingyang felt the movements of his little disciple, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

He stared at his little apprentice quietly, feeling an indescribable satisfaction in his heart.

He admitted that he had selfish motives. He longed to see his little apprentice depend on him and hoped to be the only one in his little apprentice's life.

He wanted his little disciple to know that no matter when and where, as long as the little disciple needed him, he would be there.

At this moment, Venerable Qingyang's eyes were filled with desire. He looked at the little disciple in his arms, lowered his head carefully, held the pale lips, and sucked gently.

.........

All the clothes were soaked with water, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

Red plum blossoms bloomed on the fair and tender skin.

The water waves rise and fall, creating ripples...

overflow……

.........

The two figures were intertwined in the hot spring pool, and it was impossible to distinguish one from the other.

...........................

Venerable Qingyang had a satisfied look on his face and picked up his little disciple and carried him ashore.

Drops of water slid down their bodies and dripped onto the ground, forming a puddle of water.

Finally disappeared into the ground.

At this time, Mu Yan's originally pale face became much rosier.

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Human Realm, Imperial City——

Murong Mansion.

Murong Nianbai looked at the familiar scene in front of him and just felt unbelievable... Wasn't he dead?

Yes, that person pushed me off the Cliff of Broken Souls with his own hands!

Murong Nianbai looked at his own hands, that scene echoing in his mind, and he gradually fell into madness.

Why? Why should everything belong to you? And I just want to survive!

He has been disliked by everyone since he was born.

While that person was enjoying everyone's love, he could only curl up in a dark corner, struggling to survive.

In order to survive, he even had to compete with wild dogs for food.

He already has everything, but why can't he leave himself a way to survive?

Murong Nianbai couldn't figure it out. They both had the same surname, Murong, and were both children of the Murong family.

However, since God has given him a chance, he will definitely not let that person have an easy time this time.

He sat up from the bed with difficulty, staring at the shabby window through which he could see the outside world.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the window, illuminating the dust on the ground.

He looked at the dilapidated house, slowly got up and walked out.

Because of hunger, he had no strength left in his body, but he knew he had to go out.

Because today is the day when Tianyuan Sect comes to select disciples.

In his previous life, he had no chance to participate because he fainted from hunger.

But this time, he had to participate no matter what.

This is also my only chance.

He slowly pushed open the door, and the light outside hurt his eyes. He squinted his eyes, adapting to this bright world.

When Murong Nianbai walked into the main hall, he looked so dirty that he didn't fit in here.

"What are you here for?"

When the head of the Murong family saw Murong Nianbai, he immediately scolded him.

Murong Nianbai knelt down directly: "Father, I am here to take the talent test."

A boy of fifteen or sixteen looks like he is only eleven or twelve due to malnutrition.

He was dirty all over, but his eyes were full of desire and tenacity.

The head of the Murong family frowned when he saw Murong Nianbai was so determined, but he still waved his hand to signal him to come over.

Murong Nianbai stood up tremblingly and walked towards the head of the Murong family.

Each step seemed extremely heavy, as if carrying the weight of the entire world.

He came before the head of the Murong family, stood still with his head lowered, not daring to look him in the eye.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the hatred in his heart.

The head of the Murong family looked at Murong Nianbai carefully and sighed inwardly.

If it weren't for that woman...

"Have you really decided to take the talent test?" asked the head of the Murong family seriously.

Murong Nianbai raised his head, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Father, I must participate! Please give me a chance!"

The head of the Murong family was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, then you can go with us."

At this moment, Murong Anan on the side suddenly showed an unhappy look, tightly pulled the corner of Murong's clothes, and complained like a spoiled child: "But, father, I don't want to go with him. He is dirty and has a bad smell."

After saying that, he quickly covered his nose with his hands, as if the smell was already overwhelming.

When the head of the Murong family saw his beloved son's angry face, he immediately felt distressed and hurriedly comforted him softly: "Don't worry, my dear son, I will let him go on foot, so that it won't affect you."

Then, he turned around and glared at Murong Nianbai who was still standing there, and shouted unceremoniously: "What are you still standing there for? Get out now!"

Murong Nianbai turned and left, his hands clenched into fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, blood slowly seeping out from between his fingers, but he felt no pain at all.