Chapter 292: Good impression

Chapter 292
Long Moshen chatted with his son a few other things, and smoothly diverted his son's attention, otherwise he would say "change daddy" to "change daddy", and he would explode on the spot.
"Xixi, move the bronze mirror back a bit, so that Daddy can take a good look at you."
He coaxed his son to put the bronze mirror back. He didn't want to look at his son's magnified Xiaojun face, but wanted to take a look at his good pair.
One day is like three autumns. He hasn't seen him for half a day, and his soul is not alive. Only if he wants to see her, his soul will return.
Xiao Xuanxi was a ghost, and he didn't know what his father was thinking. He deliberately turned over and put the bronze mirror on the bed. He leaned back a little bit and said, "Daddy, are you optimistic?"
Long Moshen looked at his son's little face and the curtain on top, and coughed lightly: "Okay, well, let me see your mother."
"Does Daddy want to see my mother? Why didn't you say it earlier? I told Daddy earlier to see her mother!"
Listening to his son's yelling, Long Moshen's face couldn't hold back, he really wanted to pull his son over and spank.
Xiao Xuanxi didn't cheat at this time. He shone the bronze mirror towards his mother, but the mother was facing his back, so only the back of the mother could be seen in the bronze mirror.
Long Moshen saw his dreamy figure, slender and graceful, charmingly natural, with long black hair hanging from his waist, the willow waist that was full and full of grip made him vigorous and at the tip of his nose. move.
Mu Wushuang didn't hear any movement for a long time, and turned his head suspiciously, what he saw was the man's eyes that were fiery and deep.
She realized that he was staring at her, how could she not understand that look, her eyes widened, she grabbed the bronze mirror and covered it on the bed. Suddenly, there was only pitch black in the bronze mirror of Long Mo's deep vision.
"It's too late, we have to rest!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the bronze mirror in Long Moshen's hand returned to the appearance of an ordinary bronze mirror, and only his own face was reflected in it.
He remembered her shocked and vivid eyes just now, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.
"Boost."
Long Er: "Master, this is already the fastest speed."
"I don't want to go."
"The master can't help me. The emperor has called you several times, but you haven't responded. This time, the emperor deliberately told the patriarch and the patriarch's wife that you must go back."
The clan and patriarch’s wife refer to the current patriarch and wife of the Lingxiao Protoss, that is, his grandfather and grandmother.
Long Moshen's eyes darkened, and the waves in his eyes were turbulent, like a hidden whirlpool, extremely dangerous.
He suddenly sneered.
Anxious to let him go back, not because the catastrophe is approaching, they panic, usually they wish he would never return to the holy palace.
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Mu Wushuang tucked the mirror under the pillow, then pulled out the stinky boy who was hiding in the bed, patted his a few times, and asked him, "Is it wrong?"
"I'm not wrong!" Xiao Xuanxi refused to admit his mistake, and said in a urn voice: "I am stimulating and stimulating Daddy, so that he can come back soon, otherwise he will be dragged by other bad women, and he won't be able to come back on time, mother You say that Daddy is far away from us. If he doesn't come, where can I find Daddy?"
"Where are so many bad women? What's in your little head?"
Mu Wushuang nodded his head and said to him: "My mother knows that you like him, but it takes a step-by-step process for emotional matters. My mother admits that she has a good impression of him now, but she has to come step by step."
"But, mother, father is so handsome and powerful, he will also like bad women, Xixi feels that Dad is going back to see bad women."
Xi Xi said with a pouting mouth.
Mu Wushuang didn't take his words seriously, and smiled and rubbed his soft hair, saying: "If feelings can't stand the test, then they are not true feelings. Xixi will understand when he grows up."
"Mother, Xixi is serious, Xixi feels that Dad is going back to see other women, mother, wouldn't you be jealous?" Xixi said reluctantly.
"Well, Douding is a bit older, and thinks more than adults. Don't talk anymore. Go to bed. I will get up early tomorrow to accompany my mother to choose disciples."
Mu Wushuang said, put out the candle and covered him with a quilt.
Xiao Xuanxi flattened his mouth in the dark, and his mother didn't believe him, so when he waited for his father to arrive tomorrow, he would look for him to see if there were any bad women.
"By the way, mother, how about a good night kiss?"
He suddenly remembered that his mother hadn't kissed him yet. It seemed that the mother said that she didn't care, and she must have cared in her heart.
Mu Wushuang touched his son's face and kissed him on the forehead, "Go to sleep, Xixi."
"Good night, mother."
Xiao Xuanxi fell asleep sweetly.
When his son fell asleep, Mu Wushuang sat up and went to the study quietly.
But she didn't want to practice alchemy, nor did she want to practice, so she quietly looked at the chessboard and thought about life.
Her heart was too easily confused for these two days, and the initiator was her son's father who suddenly appeared.
This god-like handsome man, as soon as he appeared, was like a stone, stirring her up in a pool of spring water.
Since his appearance, she has become more and more unable to control her calm heart. Now it is only because of a word from her son that she really feels that he is eager to go back to see other women, and her jealousy rises. It can't be suppressed at all.
She had to face her heart-although she had lost her memory, her feelings were still there, and a feeling hidden in her heart was slowly recovering.
This feeling is very novel, she can finally understand the mentality of men and women in love that sometimes suffer from gains and losses.
The disciples who came to sign up the next day were not as many as half a day yesterday.
Because after yesterday, everyone knows that Qingyun Jianzong only accepts high-quality disciples, not even the disciples of the four spiritual roots, but only the disciples of the three spiritual roots and above.
To say that those large sects are strict in accepting disciples, it is normal, but their Qingyun Jianzong is just a small sect that has just been promoted to the seventh sect. Many people do not understand where the Qingyun Jianzong comes from and dare to accept disciples like this.
But after a whole night of fermentation, Wushuang’s name became even louder. Who didn’t know that when she broke through the Spirit King Realm yesterday, she caused the Heavenly Tribulation. It was so powerful that it was comparable to the Spiritual Realm’s Heavenly Tribulation. Directly advanced to the middle stage of the Spirit King realm, and the heavens also rained spirit rain, really like no one before and no one!
It is said that those who left the field early and did not see her crossing the robbery have regretted their intestines.
So although many people are not optimistic about Qingyun Jianzong, many people still rush to Wushuang to sign up.
A total of more than seventy people came to sign up. Most of them had heard of Wushuang's deeds and yearned for them. They came to sign up. After seeing Wushuang's face, even the hesitation was dissipated.
Those who come to register are all spiritual roots above the three spiritual roots. After all, Qingyun Sword Sect does not accept disciples below the four spiritual roots. If this requirement is not met, they will generally not come to register. This is what Mu Wushuang and the others are doing. The work of accepting disciples is much easier.
There was only one disciple in line, but there were many times more people watching the excitement than the people who signed up, including some elders from the sect.
"Wow! Shuanglinggen! What a seedling!"
Seeing the two bright lights on the test ball, many people around exclaimed that some elders and heads of the sect were so jealous.