Chapter 388: The scumbag (if you don’t like it, you can not buy it)

"Mulan has no home and nowhere to go. I want to settle her in the Zinc Qing Palace. Master, how are you okay?" The man was cautious, as if he was afraid that he would not agree.

Yu Nian lowered his eyebrows and did not express too much: "It's up to you."

In fact, Yu Nian didn't like strangers to enter his territory, but Rong Hua seemed to care about her very much, so Yu Nian just followed them. After all, this child is too gloomy, so it's better to have someone to accompany him.

Rong Hua knew that his master liked purity, and he was just talking on the surface. Who would have thought that the master would agree, and a difficult anger surged up.

How could Master agree? Isn’t Master the most principled and cold-blooded person?

The man looked at the girl's face with a deep gaze, which was so excited that she was blushing, and her fingers hanging beside her slowly clenched.

Yu Nian sent his disciples to take Mu Lan down to settle down, and he led Rong Hua to the main hall.

The young man in white faced him with his back, his figure as pine as a squid, and just a figure made people feel unattainable.

Rong Hua just watched quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

The head was gently touched by someone twice, Rong Hua was stunned and stared at Yu Nian blankly.

“Grow taller.”

Yu Nian sighed a little. He was exactly 1.8 meters tall, but Rong Hua seemed to be half a head taller than him, and seemed to be even longer.

He was about to withdraw his hand, but a scorching body temperature was attached to his wrist, holding him tightly.

The man dependently rubbed his palms in his hand, like a child asking for candy.

"Master...Touch me more."

Yu Nian was so cute by his soft voice, but he still looked indifferent on the surface, allowing him to move.

Rong Hua finally felt a sense of belonging, and his restless heart finally calmed down.

He sighed with satisfaction, "Master..."

Yu said young and said, "Let me see how you have made progress in this experience."

The fingertips were a little on his forehead, and Yu Nian focused his mind and slightly frowned between his eyebrows, but it quickly smoothed out.

Yu Nian organized a language: "You... are pretty good in general."

It's true that Yu Nian has given him the highest evaluation. His spiritual energy is only a thin layer, but it is still scattered and pitiful. It can be said that he has not made any progress at all.

There are two possibilities.

Either because of their poor talent, they have no chance of cultivating immortals. No matter how hard they try, this physique is useless and there will be no progress.

Another possibility is that the meridians are blocked and they are born useless. If you practice forcibly, you may be backfired.

No matter which possibility it is, the situation is not very optimistic.

Yu Nian's heart sank, and he touched Rong Hua's pulse quietly.

Rong Hua just raised his eyebrows. He knew very well what he was capable of.

He's just a waste.

The smile on Rong Hua's face faded, and he lowered his eyes and couldn't see the emotions inside.

"Master, I know what I look like."

Yu Nian was stunned. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just gently patted the man on the shoulder.

After a while of silence, his cold voice disturbed Rong Hua's mind.

"There is a master here."

Rong Hua has been getting tired of Yu Nian since he came back, like a little tail, as if he wanted to make up for the previous time.

The only places where the master often stays are the bedroom and the calligraphy hall.

Snowflakes were floating, and the tall and slender man was playing with his sword. The snowflakes fell on his black hair, and the cold wind blew up the corners of his white and clean clothes.

His movements were casual and sharp, and his white figure almost blended with the snowflakes.

"Ahua."

Rong Hua stopped and looked at the girl who had been standing by for a long time in confusion.

Mu Lan had some snowflakes on her body, but there was still a faint smile on her face: "Ahua, you have been practicing for a day, please take a break."

Rong Hua just shook his head and continued to move.

When it was dark, Rong Hua stopped and sweat broke out from his smooth forehead.

He put away his sword and turned around to find Mu Lan standing there, frowned slightly: "Why are you still standing here? Didn't you see it still snowing? What should I do if I have a cold? Your body is not good at all."

After saying that, he had already walked to Mu Lan and gathered her that was blown by the wind for her.

A faint fragrance floated across the tip of his nose. Before Rong Hua could react, his forehead was gently rubbed by someone.

Mu Lanzai carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead, and saw that he was still dumbfounded.

"I just think you have worked so hard that I want to accompany you, and I'm very bored." The girl spoke softly, and her clear and lively eyes gave people a warm and clean feeling.

Rong Hua looked at her, his cold face was slightly warm, and he touched her hair and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mu Lan hugged Rong Hua's arm intimately, raised her head and smiled, "I'm hungry, I'm just waiting for you to say this!"

"You can tell me."

"I don't want it, I want to eat with you."

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Jiang Ling has a good popularity in the sect, not only because of his good qualifications and senior brother, but also cheerful and gentle. After this experience, he has become more restrained and unfathomable.

After they finished eating, Rong Hua did not leave, but asked Mu Lan to leave first, and he went to the kitchen alone.

He personally picked the ingredients and started making soup. He had been putting it for a long time and hadn't made it, and his technique was still very unfamiliar.

After trying it several times, the taste was not satisfactory. It was not until the sky started to get a little darker that he made the most satisfying bowl of soup.

The snow outside has not stopped, like willow catkins, and the wind is cold, but he has spiritual energy to protect his body and does not feel the cold.

When he arrived at the Zinc Qing Palace, Rong Hua didn't even have time to wipe the snow on his body, so he knocked on the door anxiously and asked, "Master, can I come in?"

The door opened automatically, and Rong Hua couldn't help but bend his lips.

Among the layers of white salar tents, Rong Hua could instantly capture the white figure.

The white figure walked out from the right, with cold eyebrows and cold eyes.

Rong Hua knew that his master could not see it, but he still couldn't help but smile, not as gloomy as before.

"Master, I'll make soup for you with your own hands, try it!"

He held the porcelain bowl with one hand and pulled the corner of the young man's clothes with the other, allowing him to sit on the stone bench, his movements were a little anxious.

Yu Nian just let him helplessly, and reached out to take the porcelain bowl. The warm temperature reached the palm of his hand, and there was still a heat vent, accompanied by an attractive fragrance.

Yu Nian took a small bite and the taste was unexpectedly good. He had been there for a long time and hadn't eaten anything. He had never eaten it since fasting.

Now I taste it, I feel a little dazed.

"Master, does the taste still taste good?" The man asked carefully.

Yu Nian felt soft and said, "Very good."

The people around him were obviously excited, and his eyes narrowed happily, with the sunny and silly he should have at his age.

"Just as long as the master likes it. I will make it for the master every day in the future, okay?"

Rong Hua couldn't help but grab the corner of her clothes in her hand.

Yu Nian said that he did not agree, "Practice well and don't waste your kung fu here."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!