The task object always does not follow the routine [Quick Pass]

Chapter No.17

In August, the temperature is getting higher and higher, walking on the road weakly, as if immersed in the sea, the whole body is wet.

Mu Rong and Bai Jin were in the carriage, waving cattail fans, but they couldn't dispel the heat, instead it only added to the irritability.

After losing the fan, Murong wiped his sweat, sat cross-legged, and decided to enter the practice, otherwise he would not be able to help but want to kill people to vent his anger.

Seeing that his head was covered with sweat, Bai Jin frowned because of the heat, feeling a little distressed.However, it was useless for him to be distressed, as soon as he stepped forward to show courteousness, he would be slapped away by Murong's long sword across his leg.Even if the relationship between the two has eased a bit now, there is still more separation.Even if he was mentally prepared, he still felt uncomfortable.

"Master, sit by my side and have some, it will be cooler by my side."

"No, I feel much better now." Murong closed his eyes slightly, his expression slowly relaxed, obviously he was not lying.

Bai Jin couldn't help but didn't want to give up, so he quietly moved his butt over and sat cross-legged next to Murong, his body began to emit cold air.

Either because he didn't have time to take care of Bai Jin's distance after entering the practice, or because the cool air was really comfortable, Mu Rong let Bai Jin sit closer and closer to him, and he almost had to stick to him before stopping.

When they arrived at Juxian Villa, the two got out of the carriage, presented invitations, and were led by a man in charge to the wing of the west courtyard.

As they walked, Murong's face became a little subtle. He found that they lived very close to the Treasure Pavilion. Could it be that something was discovered?

People with a guilty conscience always think more.

Pushing open the door, the steward went down. Mu Rong and Bai Jin made the bed and packed their luggage before sitting at the table and drinking tea.

But after taking a sip, when Mu Rong was going to chat with Bai Jin about the martial arts conference, the 311 system sounded again, and his expression became puzzled.

[Ding, trigger a side mission - snatch the Heaven-Building Sword. ]

[311, can this side mission be superimposed? ]

[Yes, host, side quests are released with the progress of the plot, so the next one is not triggered until one is completed! ]

[What is the Heaven-Building Sword? ]

[Ding, the host is sorry, you haven't turned on the query function yet! ]

Murong had nothing to say, and left 311 to fend for itself.

Bai Jin saw that Murong was in a daze after drinking tea for a while, his expression was changing from time to time, and those innocent and pitiful eyes gradually became sharper.

It's like this again, Master, what are you thinking, do you want to leave me?

I will not give you this chance!

Seeing that Murong was about to wake up, Bai Jin blinked quickly, turning back to a pair of ignorant and innocent eyes.

Murong glanced at it, but didn't want to look any further, knowing that he was faking it, so he didn't give him any good looks.

"Take your expression away, do you really think I'm stupid?"

Hearing this, Bai Jin blinked playfully again, and smiled recklessly: "No, Master obviously likes it."

Murong gave him a blank look, that's why you are so unscrupulous!

"Okay, don't be poor." Murong said seriously: "Let's take a rest now, and at night, we will go out for a stroll."

"Okay!" Bai Jin smiled happily, and the cute dimples were revealed, and Murong's hands were itchy, so he couldn't help poking him.

Bai Jin grabbed his hand all of a sudden, and said tightly, "Master, can we get along well?"

Murong tugged at his hand vigorously, but he couldn't pull it out, so he gave up.

"The current way of getting along is not good?"

"not good."

"Don't push yourself too hard, you should be satisfied with the pampering that night." When Mu Rong mentioned this, he felt angry.

"I'm not satisfied!" Bai Jin put on a victimized look again: "Master, I just want to be the closest person with you, the relationship between master and apprentice is not enough."

As Bai Jin said, he leaned his half-head-high body into Murong's arms, his voice muffled.

"I want to call you Arong, not Master."

"Impossible." Although Mu Rong refused Bai Jin, he hesitated for a moment with his body leaning over him, but still habitually hugged him into his arms.

As a child, it's not good to act like a baby, but he did it again!

"Then when will I be able to call you by your name?" Bai Jin's voice became more muffled and unhappy, as if he was being bullied by Murong.

Murong originally wanted to say that he couldn't do it in the future, but if he was so direct, I'm afraid this kid might cry for him, so it's better to set a goal for him, give him a hope, so as not to waste all his time thinking about his children's love in the near future.With a change of mind, he said lightly: "Wait until you become the leader of the martial arts alliance."

Martial arts leader?Bai Jin flipped these words back and forth between his mouth, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.Now that he has cultivated "Nine Suns and Nine Heavens" to the last level, as long as he practice more, it is only a matter of time before he can break through.And there is still one month before the martial arts conference, which is enough time.

The corner of his mouth raised, Bai Jin stretched out his little finger, smiling like a flower: "Master, then it's settled, pull the hook!"

Mu Rong hesitated for a while, then raised his little finger under Bai Jin's expectant gaze, hooked him and stamped it.

The sunlight coming in from the window was dazzling, but not as dazzling as the smile of joy from the heart on Bai Jin's face.

Wuwei City is very bustling and lively at night, pedestrians come and go from the north and south gates, vendors on both sides of the road set up stalls with different characteristics, yelling and selling.

Murong has been in this world for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen such a prosperous event. A long street that can't be seen is filled with red lanterns on both sides, lit up all the way to the end, full of people, mixed with people of all colors, etc. , bustling, this street was completely blocked.

As the flow of people moved forward, Mu Rong and Bai Jin walked one after the other, probably because there were too many people, the two of them were separated.

Bai Jin watched helplessly as Murong was rushed to the front by the crowd, and gradually disappeared into the crowd. He panicked and wanted to squeeze the crowd forward.

It's a pity that there are too many people, no matter how hard he squeezes, it won't help.

Master...

In this vast crowd, Bai Jin felt desolate in his heart. Without Mu Rong by his side, he felt like a small boat in a thousand worlds, moving forward alone with no direction.

At this time, an almost transparent white hand suddenly stretched out from behind and put it on his shoulder. He subconsciously looked back and was stunned.

Following the flow of people around him, Murong rushed to a bridge, and when he walked up, he saw a luxuriously dressed painting boat slowly approaching. Two women with bare shoulders stood at the bow and sprinkled flower petals on the waterways on both sides.

A gentle breeze came, stirring the petals and flying towards the crowd, a few fell towards Murong, he subconsciously reached out to catch them, and saw two pink and white petals lying on the palm of his hand, with a word "invitation" engraved on them.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and saw several people from the Jianghu who were also equipped with swords staring at the petals in the palm of their hands in surprise. He thought that they should have caught the petals with the inscription on them just like him.