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Chapter 2323

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Returning Home: Master, we're back (1)

Mu Yan's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly sat up straight and an idea flashed through her mind.

"Breaking through to the Nascent Soul level," she said slowly. "When I break through to the Nascent Soul level, the Moon Spirit Root will give birth to the fourth element. That's the best time for me to have celestial power and produce immortal bones."

Qi Huang pouted. "You're not too stupid after all."

Mu Yan smiled as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Then she remembered with lingering fear.

Luckily, she didn't break through hastily in the underground palace in the Broken Soul Forest.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have enough Spiritual Power, her Blood Qi would collapse, and she would be surrounded by powerful enemies. Even if she broke through, she wouldn't be able to produce immortal bones.

Now it seemed that the underground palace, or rather, the little chick, had helped her by stopping her from breaking through.

Mu Yan picked up the little chick and kissed its soft head. "Little Huang, I think you should change your name to Lucky Chicken."

Ever since she had picked up this son of a chicken, she had been blessed with good luck!

The little chick almost fainted from happiness.

Mama kissed him! Mama kissed him! Wow … Huanghuang was the happiest chick in the world.

Qi Huang gritted his teeth. "Stupid chicken!" I'll make soup out of you sooner or later!

He would never admit that his heart ached. Jun Mu Yan, this stupid woman, had never kissed him before. She actually kissed a stupid chicken!

Just then, Luo Yu and Leng Yumo's shouts came from outside.

"Sixth senior sister, the Xiaoyao Sect is here!"

Mu Yan quickly flashed out of the space. Looking from above, a familiar valley came into view.

The Xiaoyao Sect. After a year, the Seven Disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect had finally all returned.

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Compared to the shabby Xiaoyao Sect a year ago, the Whole Unitary Sect had worked hard (?). Tidying up.

The sect base in front of them could be described as brand new.

Compared to the Starry School, the Dragon Ascension School, or any other place they had stayed in recently, this place was like a beggar's nest.

But looking at the familiar buildings and scenery, the three felt like they had finally returned home.

Luo Yu said worriedly, "I wonder how master has been this year. Without us by his side, did he eat well? Did he miss us often … "

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Shi Qing's energetic voice coming from inside.

"No, no, this doesn't count! My hand slipped just now and I made a mistake! I want to start over. "

What came next was a childish voice that was cold and adorable, but with a hint of helplessness. "Grandmaster, you have no regrets when you make a move."

Shi Qing grinned and said, "Xiaobao! Grandmaster is telling you, it's true that there's no regret in making a move, but as a person, we must know how to be flexible. You see, Grandmaster is getting on in years. It's normal for his hands to tremble! Good little baby, let me go down again. This time, I want to go down here. "

Xiaobao's voice was flat. "Grandmaster, are you sure?"

In the next moment, Shi Qing screamed like a pig being slaughtered. "No, no! I made a mistake again. Let's do it again … "

Mu Yan and the other two, who were listening to their conversation, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Mu Yan hasn't seen Xiao Bao for so long. Now that she hears her son's crisp and clear childish voice, the longing in her heart is practically overflowing.

Leng Yumo already couldn't help but shout, "Master, don't lead our precious nephew astray!"

Luo Yu also shouted, "Master, little baby, we're back!"

(End of this chapter)

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