"Mhm, hm." Qiao Mu nodded her petite head. "Are you finished? Let's head home for dinner."
"I'm done." Mo Lian nodded with a smile.
"Tonight, I'll roast rainbow divine fish for you guys," Qiao Mu muttered. "Xuanxuan even said she wouldn't let me work. I think they all dislike my cooking skills a little. Is the fish I roast that bad?"
A hint of distress appeared on the little fellow's face.
"How could that be!" Mo Lian restrained his amused smile and discreetly nudged Duan Yue.
Duan Yue, exasperated, cast a glance at him, then mustered the courage to intervene. "Qiaoqiao roasted it, so it's naturally the best. Why don't we go back and let Qiaoqiao roast two for Mo Lian?"
Mo Lian: …
"Alright!" Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao nodded emphatically. "I'll roast two for you as well!"
Duan Yue: …
Mo Lian couldn't help but turn his face away: Calling you brother deceitful! I'm also getting into the deceitful business!
At that moment, Mu Xingchen had also finished vomiting. He approached in a daze, addressing her as Younger Sister. Then, as if recalling something, he hastily said, "Quick, quick, there are still people in the cabin! Get someone to carry them out first."
Holy Son Miyan had already instructed people to go inside the stomach of the big-headed carp's spiritual tool and bring out seven or eight individuals.
"Alright, alright. With this, almost everyone should be accounted for." Holy Son Miyan nodded at Mu Xingchen and the others, wearing a satisfied expression. "Young Master Mu's spiritual tool has truly been of great assistance this time!"
Mu Xingchen promptly waved his hand and urgently said to Qiao Mu, "Sister, Younger Sister, give me a vomit relief pill first."
Holy Son Miyan looked at Mu Xingchen exasperatedly and then remarked, "This spiritual tool should be quite spacious, right? How can Young Master Mu not be used to it? Why does it look like this every time…"
Mu Xingchen automatically smiled bitterly.
He could say that ever since it was modified by that eccentric Mo Lian, not only had the speed of this spiritual tool increased significantly, but even the space in its stomach had expanded considerably.
However, the problem was that it was too fast! Flying at such speed made him feel incredibly dizzy. He estimated that he would need a few more adaptations to get used to it…
Qiao Mu handed him a pill to alleviate his nausea. Glancing at him, she asked, "Big Bro, are you alright?"
"Big Bro is fine." Mu Xingchen promptly waved at her, managing a faint smile.
Damn, his Big Bro vomited like a fool after being seen by his Younger Sister a couple of times…
Boohoo, he had lost all his dignity in front of Younger Sister!
Mu Xingchen silently lamented for a moment before suddenly remembering something. He hastily turned around and said to Dou Fengmian, "Oh, right. Rouxuan's injuries are quite severe. Young Sir Dou, please take a look at her."
Dou Fengmian and Dou Fenghua exchanged glances, nodding politely at Mu Xingchen.
By this point, two people had already carried Mu Rouxuan over. She lay on the cold ground, eyes closed, with her hair still dripping water.
"Rouxuan, Rongxuan." Mu Xingchen appeared anxious.
Dou Fengmian carefully examined Mu Rouxuan's injuries, casting an uneasy glance at Mu Xingchen. "Miss Mu has an injury below her stomach. This wound…"
It was challenging for him to conduct a thorough examination.
Although Dou Fengmian didn't explicitly express this, Mu Xingchen understood what he meant.
Dou Fengmian turned to glance at the little stoic nearby. Observing her apathetic gaze and discerning no inclination to intervene, he refrained from inviting trouble.
Mu Xingchen also recognized that this matter was putting the Dou Clan's Young Sir in a difficult spot, so he subtly looked back at Qiao Mu, contemplating whether to seek her assistance.
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