Hua Muhan lowered her eyes, looked at her bulging cheeks, looked at the snow-white skin of the rain and a layer of small pimples, and there was resentment and distress in her eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The two of them didn't say a word all the way and entered the room. Changting struggled, Hua Muhan didn't stop her anymore and let her go.

Chang Ting walked straight to her cot, as if he didn't plan to boil water for him to bathe again.

Hua Muhan stared at her back for a while, then returned to his room in silence and closed the door.

Changting wiped the rain from his body indiscriminately, got a basin of cold water to wash the mud on his feet, and lay back on the bed without waiting to dry his hair.

In her anger, she didn't notice that Xiao Feibai was not there.

I don't know how long it took, after she fell asleep, Hua Muhan wore her hair loose and wore a clean silk coat and walked out.

She was still sleeping on her stomach, Hua Muhan saw her wet hair, frowned, silently took a dry towel, and sat on the edge of the bed.

He didn't tap her sleeping hole, just carefully and gently wiped her hair.

Perhaps, he had a slight longing, and she would suddenly wake up and see his affection......

He was angry that her love was just beginning, annoyed by her dedication to that little girl, and hated creation even more, why did he let him meet her, but let the two of them be of the same sex!

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When Hua Muhan woke up the next morning, it was still raining heavily.

He knew that in such weather, she couldn't go out for morning exercises.

I listened closely, but there was not the slightest sound outside.

A little uneasiness began to grow.

He got out of bed with his hair disheveled, and when he pushed the door and saw the empty little bed, his whole heart began to tremble.

Last night's roar in the rain must have scared her.

Glancing into the nest next to the bed, sure enough, not even her little henchman.

The sound of the wind and rain outside disturbed him.

Strode to the door, opened the door and glanced hurriedly into the rain.

The flowers and trees shook by the wind were embarrassed, and countless petals, at the moment they were shaken off, were smashed into the mud by the rain.

Disappointment took over his whole heart.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen, and he looked over despite the rain wetting his face.

"Master, are you up?" Dust and smoke came briskly with umbrellas.

Hua Muhan's heart fell into a trough again in an instant.

He turned and walked back to his bedroom.

Dusty followed in, ready to serve him to wash up.

"Huh? Where did this stinky boy go? Why didn't you see anyone in the morning? Dusty glanced at the small bed, he had always thought that Changting was in the room.

Hua Muhan entered the bedroom and sat down in front of the bronze mirror.

Dusty had long been accustomed to his few words, and knowing that he had been in a bad mood lately, he didn't think much about it.

While tying his hair, he frowned and said, "Shicai, the pavilion master sent a disciple to visit." ”

"What?" Hua Muhan's voice was indifferent, without the slightest expression on his face.

"There is news that there is a flash flood in the south of Sanssouci Valley, and he has to arrange for his disciples to go to the rescue, because at that time, the master has not yet risen, and the slave has not come to quarrel with you."

Hua Muhan didn't speak.

This heavy rain may not stop for a while.

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All morning, Hua Muhan sat on a chair and watched the rainstorm outside in a daze.

Dusty came in and delivered tea a few times, and he felt that the master's mood seemed to be even worse.

A gust of wind blew in, and the windows snapped shut.

Hua Muhan, who was sitting there, suddenly looked stunned, stood up, and hurriedly walked outside.

"Dust and smoke." Standing at the door, he called out.

Dust and smoke immediately poked his head out of the next room, "Master." ”

"You go to Junziyuan quickly, if Changting is not there, then go to the Sword Pavilion." Hua Muhan's eyes seemed to be full of anxiety.

Chenyan frowned, "Is there a hurry for the master to find her?" ”

"Go now, go back quickly." Hua Muhan looked at the torrential rain, and his heart tightened.

The dust and smoke didn't say much, he held up his umbrella and hurried out of the flower garden.

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The mountain peaks are continuous, and there are too many villages scattered inside.

Chang Ting was with Su Ye, plus a few Sword Pavilion disciples, and was assigned to help a small village with only a dozen households.

Although he was wearing a robe, the rain was so heavy that the clothes inside were already soaked.

The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and flash floods and mudslides can be washed down at any time.

Changting and the others were about to wear out their mouths, and asked the villagers to leave this dangerous area quickly, but two villagers couldn't give up their belongings and insisted on taking everything they could.

Three disciples had already escorted some of the villagers away, and Chang Ting, Su Ye and the other two disciples were still trying to persuade the two families.

But the two villagers were stubborn and ignorant, and they were just busy packing their things and ignored them.

In one of the families, there were three little dolls, the eldest was seven or eight years old, and the younger one was only three or four years old.

The sky was as gloomy as ink, and there was no light in the dilapidated mud house.

Chang Ting stood under the low eaves, looking at the three pairs of crystal eyes in the room that revealed deep fear, and bit his lower lip paradoxically.

Looking back at the three mountains, an eerie and strange aura struck down.

She grabbed the little hand beside her, and stared at the clear eyes with an extremely solemn expression, "Su Ye, the torrent may come down at any time, you take the youngest child and leave here immediately!" I'll go find those two senior sisters and ask one of them to take the two older ones and leave immediately! ”

"What about you?" Su Ye squeezed her hand tightly.

"You leave first, I'll help them get their things, and I'll catch up with you soon!" Changting said, and ran to another house.

Her hand was held tightly, and Su Ye's eyes were full of incomparable firmness, "Let them take the children first, and I'll be with you." ”

Chang Ting stared at those eyes for a moment, gave up talking to her, nodded, and took her hand and ran towards the house.

The two female disciples had already moved the idea of giving up, and Chang Ting barely bothered, they left first with the child in their arms.

Changting's body was full of burdens large and small, and Su Ye was no better.

A few people ran to the only mountain pass with such big bags and small bags.

Chang Ting glanced back, the three mountains were like three fierce beasts, full of hideousness, with their mouths wide open, eager to swallow everyone in their mouths.

"Oops!" A peasant woman fell to the ground.

Su Ye turned around to help her.

Changting looked back as he ran.

Rumble!

That torrent swept away the power of destroying the world and rushed down!

"Throw things away! Come on! Changting threw off the burden on his body and roared.

Several villagers suddenly turned to ashes and collapsed to the ground.

(To be continued.) )