The villain is invincible

Chapter 490 The Intruder

Those privileges in the Sushou Sect have to be abandoned, just because this is the Yunxia Sect, this is Si Guo Peak, and the place where she stands is the inner hall where the head of the number one sect in the cultivation world lives.

In this place, there is no number one beauty, nor is there any genius in medicine. It is ridiculous to be sought after by others in front of this person.

So, the girl who walked lightly, without revealing her golden lotus, bent her haughty waist to the man in the curtain, and bowed her knees to salute: "Ling Susu of Sushoumen pays homage to the master..."

"My teacher and I brought a letter to greet the head."

After finishing speaking, he handed the letter to the puppet in a very orderly manner, lowered his head slightly, and waited for the reaction of the person above.

Zhao Qiankun is not a person who makes it difficult to get close to the juniors, not to mention, this is a piece of filial piety from his own daughter.

With rare kindness, he said to Ling Susu: "Don't be so cautious, just come up and have a look."

Both Mrs. Ling and Ling Susu have seen this disease many times for many years.

It can only be maintained to slow down when you are sick, and the demons will not breed and expand.

Yesterday, the child Mai Fan suddenly brought up the past... Zhao Qiankun tossed and turned all night, vomited three mouthfuls of blood, and finally brought out the hidden root of the disease.

He didn't want to alarm anyone, but he forgot his daughter alone.

This girl has been dependent on him since she was a child, and she is afraid that something will happen to him, and she will be left alone in the world.

Zhao Qiankun would not admit that this daughter was afraid that when he left, she would lose her support and be unable to enjoy herself freely...

He attributes all of this to the love and friendship between his daughter and him.

Therefore, Zhao Qiankun still accepted this kindness, and put Xiao Transparent and that not-so-simple boy aside.

Stretching out his hand, he quietly waited for Ling Susu's diagnosis.

The main hall once again returned to calm, as if the windows were open, with the warm wind blowing over his face, the bright moonlight falling on his bed, Mai Fan's small courtyard was as calm as it was.

At this time, Mai Fan had already stepped out of the tub.

To be honest, once you get used to mortals, Mai Fan is not used to certain common actions in the cultivation world for a while.

Just like this bath.

Among the elementary spells at the first level of Qi training, the most commonly used one is probably the cleansing spell.

No matter how filthy a puddle you've fallen into, once you get out, just cast a cleansing spell on yourself...

It can clean your clothes, your hair, and even the mud under your fingernails.

The most amazing thing is that your clothes are dry, your hair is dry and your body is also dry, only a puddle of mud appears under your feet, showing what you just encountered.

It stands to reason that this super convenient formula is simply a must for lazy people.

But Mai Fan couldn't do it. He, a person from modern times, thought it was just superficial cleanliness.

As an authentic northerner... If bathing is not accompanied by rubbing mud... then what soul is there in bathing?
The excess stratum corneum on the surface of your body, the mud that can only appear when you rub it, and the dander that cannot be detected by the naked eye at all...

These expect cleansing spells to clear it up for you?
Hehe, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

Therefore, Mai Fan still chose to bathe in the bathtub, the most primitive kind.

And don't ask if the tavern will bring their own bath towels. Since Mai Fan returned from the first world where supplies were scarce, he stuffed two of these in the tavern.

He really didn't want to use the loofah to rub his delicate skin anymore, making himself like an iron pot... as if he didn't know the pain just to be clean.

You know, his back is carrying that kind of thing, and it has the effect of shaking M after rubbing it...

In order to avoid misunderstandings by others... Mai Fan brought some bath towels, as if it made sense.

Then, he took a thorough bath, with the heat of the bath water...with a wet towel on, he walked out of the bathroom.

This kind of weather is like spring all year round, neither hot nor cold, nor cloudy nor dry. It is most suitable for lying on a rocking chair, drinking a small wine, eating fried skewers, and watching the moon.

Then, with such an image, Mai Fan heard the highest pitched soprano in this life, no, in several lifetimes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"boom!"

A lump of people falling down with the sound smashed the snack plate he had prepared to the ground.

Those kebabs, french fries, cold cucumbers and Mai Fan's own Erguotou...

All sprayed onto his recliner.

The current situation is that whether it is the enjoyment of eating or lying down, all are destroyed by the owner of the call.

Mai Fan rolled his eyes and looked at the girl with a small food bucket on her head. She must be a girl, and she was wearing a skirt. She couldn't possibly be a pervert, right? She said, "This... Junior Sister? Senior Sister ..."

"Visit late at night? What's your business?"

Over there, he took off the small food bucket and turned around with an angry face.

It's just that this kind of anger turned into screaming after seeing Mai Fan's attire clearly.

"You rascal, you pervert, you don't wear clothes! You know someone is there, but you still don't wear clothes!"

While speaking, he still didn't forget to throw the chicken nuggets hanging from his hair to Mai Fan's body.

Mai Fan himself didn't feel so ashamed.

There is no reason to speak loudly... "I said, this is the small courtyard where I practice, right?"

"If you're not mistaken, there is a house number outside every disciple's door."

"My sect here is Mai Yuan, and mine is called Mai Fan. This is something that all outside disciples and managers know..."

"And you are standing in my yard now. As an intruder, it's fine to yell. What right do you have to want to interfere with my behavior?"

"Hehe, interfering with my behavior is already ridiculous. The most intolerable thing is that you ruined my food!"

"Did you see the golden potato chips hanging in your hair? It was baked at 300 degrees and rolled evenly for several minutes before it was made."

"And their wish is just for someone who understands their rich connotation and taste to taste their value as food."

"But you, you, the tyrannical intruder, ruined all of this."

"Delicious food, a comfortable atmosphere, a clean and clear environment, and an atmosphere that is conducive to improving the state of mind, relaxation and practice...all have been ruined by you..."

"Now you still have the face to throw these poor foods at me? You are that rascal, that vile and shameless person!"

(End of this chapter)