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Lin Qingluo's eyes flashed, and she smiled and petted Xiaomeng: "There is no rush for the natal magic weapon. It won't be too late to refine it after the cultivation base has improved."

"Master, you really love that little guy."

The little kingfisher sighed with emotion: "I think about him first, and I don't even care about my own talisman. This is completely different from you in the previous life."

"In the previous life, I was devoted to cultivation, and I was not bound by family affection."

Lin Qingluo smiled: "Since family affection cannot be cut now, let's live in the present moment and live a different life!"

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At sunset, the young men opened their eyes one after another, smelling the fragrance and came to Lin Qingluo's guest room.

Lin Qingluo has already prepared a sumptuous dinner, took out spirit peaches and spirit wine from the blessed land, and entertained everyone with a smile.

"Sister, let me help you pour the wine."

Lin Yixuan was like a cheerful little sparrow, circling around his sister.

"Okay, one cup per person, fill it up for everyone."

Lin Qingluo watched with satisfaction as her younger brother, who had been doted on since childhood, became more and more well-behaved and sensible.

Lin Yixuan hugged the wine jar and poured wine for his brothers one by one.

"It's better to follow the master."

Smelling the aroma of wine, Shi Shi hurriedly took a step, sat down next to the little master, pinched the orchid finger in a cheap way, and started playing tricks again: "A child with a master is a treasure, and a child without a master is like a grass... "

With a hoarse voice, the singing brother had goosebumps all over the floor.

"Okay, don't sing anymore, if you sing again, the wolves will be attracted."

Feng Yi couldn't listen anymore, rubbed his ears, and kicked him under the table.

"Hey, why are you kicking me?"

Shi Shi was singing vigorously, but he interrupted his excitement, and replied angrily: "No matter how bad my singing is, can it torture people more than Brother Lan's flute?"

Mo Canglan, who lay innocently lying on the gun: "..."

Secretly put the flute into the storage ring.

"What's wrong with Brother Lan playing the flute?"

Lin Qingluo listened interestingly and became a little interested.

"Brother Lan, what is the name of the flute to control ghosts..."

Stone blurted out without thinking.

"Fuck you, what master taught is to defend the enemy with the sound of the flute."

Feng Yi kicked him angrily.

Lin Qingluo's eyes lit up, and he asked three times in a row: "Brother Lan, have you learned it? How is the effect? ​​Did you beat up the intruder?"

"Beatings, no."

Shitou said nonchalantly, "It's about to blow our brains into disorder."

"Hahaha, what's going on?"

Lin Qingluo listened amusedly, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

"Brother Lan also has good intentions."

Wang Meng couldn't bear Shitou's hypocrisy, so he helped Mo Canglan speak: "He wants to learn the art of defending against the enemy as soon as possible, and help everyone fight off the enemy, so he stays up all night to practice playing the flute."

"Hahaha."

Lin Qingluo realized instantly.

In my mind, I imagined a young man who was awakened by the sound of the flute in his sleep. He looked like he had nothing to love, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Sister, the wine is ready, let's start eating."

Lin Yixuan put down the wine jar, and obediently sat on the left hand side of his sister, the seat reserved for him by his brothers.

"Ah woo."

The leopard's teeth jumped onto his lap, clawed the edge of the table with its paws, and sat upright.

Lin Qingluo picked up the wine glass with a warm smile: "Everyone has worked hard these few days, drinking a glass of wine will calm you down."

"cheers."

A group of young men cheered up and took a drink from their glasses.

The spirit wine enters the throat, the lingering fragrance of the lips and teeth, and the traces of spiritual power nourish the limbs.

The brothers narrowed their eyes comfortably, feeling a little flustered.

"I'll pour the wine."

Shitou also got excited, rushing to pour the wine: "Today, my brothers, no one wants to play tricks, and we won't give up until we get drunk."

(end of this chapter)

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