Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 843 - 839: Live a Different Life_1
Chapter 843 -839: Live a Different Life_1
“I have it all figured out, I didn’t give it all to her.”
Lin Qingluo’s eyes shimmered, smiling while stroking Little Kingfisher’s fur: “There’s no hurry for the Life-bound Magic Weapon. When my cultivation level increases, it’s not too late to refine it.”
“Master, you really dote on that little fellow.”
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Little Kingfisher sighed with emotion: “You always consider her first in everything, even at the expense of your own Life-bound Magic Weapon. This is completely different from you in your previous life.”
“I devoted myself to cultivation in my previous life, without any familial entanglements.”
Lin Qingluo smiled gracefully: “Since I can’t let go of my family now, let’s just live in the present and make it a different life!”
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At dusk, the young lads gradually woke up, drawn by the aroma to Lin Qingluo’s guest room.
Lin Qingluo had already prepared a lavish dinner, taking out Spirit Peaches and Spiritual Wine from the Blessed Land to entertain everyone with a smile.
“Sister, let me pour you some wine.”
Lin Yixuan bustled around his sister like a cheerful little sparrow.
“Alright, one glass for everyone, fill it up.”
Lin Qingluo looked at her younger brother, who she had watched grow up and become increasingly well-behaved and sensible, with a sense of comfort.
Lin Yixuan picked up the wine jar and filled a glass for each of the brothers in turn.
“It’s really nice to be with Master.”
Shitou sniffed the wine’s fragrance and rushed to sit next to his little master with a wicked smile, flicking his fingers and starting to show off: “A child with a master is a treasure, a child without a master is like grass…”
The shrill, off-key singing made the brothers’ skin crawl.
“Enough, don’t sing anymore, you’ll attract wolves if you keep going!”
Feng Yi couldn’t stand it any longer, rubbed his ears, and kicked him under the table.
“Ouch, why did you kick me?”
Shitou’s enthusiasm was interrupted, he retorted unhappily: “No matter how bad my singing is, could it be more torturous than Brother Lan’s flute playing?”
Mo Canglan, innocently caught in the crossfire, said: “…”
He sneakily slipped the flute into his Storage Ring.
“What’s wrong with Brother Lan’s flute playing?”
Lin Qingluo listened with interest, expecting something amusing.
“Brother Lan is learning some flute sound called… What was it? Oh right, ‘Flute Sound to Subdue Ghosts’…”
Shitou blurted without thinking.
“You fool, Master taught me ‘Flute Sound to Subdue Enemies’.”
Feng Yi kicked him angrily again.
Lin Qingluo’s eyes lit up as she asked three questions in succession: “Did Brother Lan learn it? How effective is it? Did he manage to beat up the offenders?”
“Beat up? No.”
Shitou couldn’t stay quiet: “He nearly drove us nuts with his flute playing.”
“Hahaha, what happened?”
Lin Qingluo listened with amusement, her eyes curving into crescents from laughter.
“Brother Lan meant well.”
Wang Meng couldn’t stand Shitou’s antics and spoke up for Mo Canglan: “He wanted to learn enemy-subduing techniques as soon as possible so he could help everyone repel enemies. That’s why he practiced playing the flute while not sleeping at night.”
“Hahaha.”
Lin Qingluo suddenly understood.
She imagined a group of young men being woken up by the sound of a flute in their dreams, looking utterly miserable, and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Sister, I’ve poured the wine. Let’s start eating.”
Lin Yixuan put down the wine jar and obediently sat on the left-hand side of his sister, his brothers leaving him his accustomed seat out of habit.
“Aw.”
Baoya jumped onto his lap, propping itself up with its claws on the table edge, and sat up straight like a well-behaved child.
Lin Qingluo raised her glass, her smile warm: “Everyone has worked hard these days. Let’s have a drink to calm our nerves.”
“Cheers!”
The group of young men were energized, raising their glasses and downing the wine in one gulp.
Spiritual Wine entered their throats, leaving a lingering fragrance on their lips and teeth, while its gentle Spiritual Power nourished their limbs.
The brothers closed their eyes comfortably, feeling a little tipsy.
“Let me pour the wine.”
Shitou took the initiative, vying to pour the wine: “None of you guys are getting out of it tonight, we’re not stopping until we’re all drunk.”
