IRDWTSTML [QUICKWEAR] (Edited)

5:7

It took Mu Xingchen more than four hours to absorb all the spiritual energy in the pool. Perhaps because he had taken too much, he could no longer maintain his human form. He turned into his original form and stuck to Chen Yuan's palm, humming and transmitting, "I feel so full..."

　　At this moment, Chen Yuan had brought Mu Xingchen back to the shore. He looked down at his disciple who was holding his palm tightly with his roots, and frowned slightly.

　　Chen Yuan had been watching Mu Xingchen's original form for nearly a hundred years, and any slight changes on it could not escape his eyes. At this moment, the originally pure white petals were stained with a very light pink. Although the pink was so light that it could almost be ignored, Mu Xingchen's original form was so white that it was hard to ignore the sudden appearance of a trace of pink.

　　Chen Yuan raised his hand and pinched one of the petals. Listening to the moan exploding in his mind, he asked calmly, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

　　"No, I just feel so full... um... Master, don't pinch me."

　　"Hmm." He responded with his mouth, but his fingers still pinched a petal to examine it, and after a moment he began to check another one.

　　The temperature of Mu Xingchen's body was much lower than when he was in human form, and even Chen Yuan's fingers, which were always cold, seemed very warm.

　　Mu Xingchen could still bear the first two minutes of being examined by pinching the petals, but when the two warm fingers touched the petals in the center of the flower that were dyed the most pink, his whole flower softened, and he lay on Chen Yuan's palm and hummed, "Master... don't, don't pinch it, it's going to melt."

　　"It won't melt."

　　"Mmm...!"

　　After pinching the soft snow lotus and examining it carefully, and confirming that Mu Xingchen did not feel uncomfortable except for being stretched, Chen Yuan gently pushed away the roots that were pulling at his palm, hesitated for a moment, opened his clothes and stuffed his disciple, who seemed to be even pinker, into his clothes.

　　It took Mu Xingchen half a minute to recover from the dizziness of being touched all over the flower. He found himself in his master's clothes. Genxu shyly hugged Chen Yuan's chest and sent him a message with an unstable breath, "Master, are we going home?"

　　"Let's find someone first."

　　"Okay~"

He had stayed in this world for too long. When Chen Yuan took him away from this place, Mu Xingchen realized who he was looking for.

　　What was the original plot...?

　　Mu Xingchen thought hard for a while but couldn't remember it. His cold body rubbed against Chen Yuan's chest, called the system to read the plot again, and found that the plot he had left had been automatically supplemented by the world.

　　When he appeared in front of people again, Chen Yuan returned to his ordinary and unremarkable appearance. He easily found his eldest disciple in the ruins, left a life-saving mark on the other person, and left with Mu Xingchen, who had fallen asleep in his arms.

　　Only when he was completely out of the ruins did Chen Yuan's tense nerves relax.

　　The emergence of the ruins naturally caused competition among various parties, but all of this had nothing to do with Chen Yuan and Mu Xingchen at the moment. Maybe they were related in the past, but now they are really not.

　　After returning to the sect, Chen Yuan originally wanted to put Mu Xingchen on the ice bed, but as soon as he reached out and touched the snow-white and pink cold mist snow lotus in his arms, a soft humming sounded in his mind.