Mu Huan, who was inexplicably locked up with the little beggar, was dumbfounded.

Yan Wuxie swept his sleeves without waiting for them to reply, and in the blink of an eye he arrived in a closed secret room. There was a faint fluorescent light in the room, but there was a gloomy feeling of being empty everywhere.

"..."

Seven or eight-year-old Mu Huan was still immature, and started crying again when she saw that she was about to stay in such a terrible place.

"Shhh, don't cry." The warm stone with enthusiasm was reinserted into his hand, and the soft touch faded away. Mu Huan was stunned and stopped, "You, what are you doing?"

She stepped back, and the little beggar in front of her stood in a corner of the dark. She couldn't see the expression of "him" at all.

"I warn you, don't come over!"

Mo Tong hadn't coaxed anyone before, and was a little flustered when he saw "he", "You hold your warm stone, don't cry, I won't go over, just don't cry."

"You care about me?" Mu Huan snorted, wiping away the tears and didn't want to cry anymore. Just now I was afraid that I couldn't help myself for a while. Now that the little beggar was there, the inexplicable feeling of wanting to cry before suddenly disappeared.

The next two people did not speak, and found a place to stay silently.

It's just that the two of them haven't formally embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, and some mortals are sleepy and come to the door. The place was shady and cold, but could not hold back the doze, Mu Huan shook his head and neck, leaning on the dark wall and slowly falling asleep.

Mo Tong heard a faint breathing sound from the corner of the wall, and then he got up and moved his numb body, walked slowly to Mu Huan and sat down, and put Mu Huan's head on his shoulders. He fell asleep with a tired look.

Yan Wuxie, who had been retreating in the quiet room, felt the fluctuations from the heart demon, and the wide sleeves swept away the scene in the dark room.

The sweet little girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she was eating fruit, she didn't notice that she was taken into her arms and fell asleep.

The teenager who was staying next to the little girl curled up, raised his head slightly to the sky, furrowing his brows, and apparently slept unsteadily. And "he"'s face faintly gleamed with a faint purple light on the mottled and complicated birthmark under the illumination of Ye Mingzhu.

Yan Wuxie stared coldly at the lingering purple light on the birthmark, with deep eyes.

As expected.

If she hadn't practiced the ruthless Tao and cut off the thread of love, wouldn't she be the one who has confused thoughts today?

The next day, Mu Huan, who had just woke up, rubbed his neck subconsciously, but found that it was not sore at all.

She didn't care, and went straight out of the dark room.

The dark room was automatically opened in the morning. When she woke up, she didn't see the little beggar. She must have gone out.

Sure enough, she walked out of the dark room ten steps and saw the little Qi'er standing next to the master, and seeing her walking by, the eyes of both people fell on her.

Yan Wuxie's long and narrow phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of coolness, "Usually, did you wake up in the morning at this hour?"

"Yes." Mu Huan answered without thinking. Uncle System said that children should sleep more. If it weren't for staying in an unfamiliar environment, she wouldn't get up before the hour.

"Wake up an hour earlier in the future."

Mu Huan was stunned, angrily: "Then I will get up before dawn?"

"Well," Yan Wuxie looked at the little girl struggling in his eyes, curled his lips slightly, "If you start practicing in the future, you will be awake for days and nights, what can you do?"

"I'll talk about it then!" Mu Huan choked, but Mo Tong suddenly interrupted him when she wanted to say something. She gave the little beggar angrily.

"Master, it's time to draw the breath into the body."

Yan Wuxie nodded, with a faint smile on her pure and beautiful face, "I will teach you to breathe in today, but this school has a different way to breathe in. You hold your palms together, embrace each other, and guide you as a teacher. Feel the flow of air."

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