Chapter 1311

Chapter 1311: A Perfect Soup (1) Chapter 1311: A Perfect Soup (1) The Old Grand Tutor Xie left in satisfaction.

When he returned, he asked someone to investigate everything that had happened to Ah Xun over the years.

He only told his eldest son and daughter-in-law about this matter and asked them to take care of him more.

He was close to eighty now, and he probably wouldn’t be able to last for more than a few years.

Jiang Huailu refused to return to the immortal grass no matter what, so he directly rested in the clay figurine.

However, he was unable to maintain his human form.

At night, Lu Huaijiang washed up.

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“Can you not cover me up?

I can’t breathe.”

“Mud people don’t need to breathe.” Lu Huaijiang did not dare to leave her outside.

He brought her to the bathtub and covered her with his clothes.

“You don’t need to breathe!” The little girl’s voice was anxious and she stomped her feet.

Lu Huaijiang’s hair was disheveled as he sat in the bathtub.

The smoke gradually filled the air and covered his face.

He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

His brows were very calm.

However, he didn’t notice that his black robe moved slightly.

She stretched out a pair of white hands, followed by her fair and slender legs, and then her head of black hair.

The clothes were hung on the screen.

The moment the clay figurine turned into a girl, it fell straight into the bucket.

Lu Huaijiang shuddered when her soft and smooth skin touched his.

When he opened his sword eyes, they were filled with forbearance.

The water in the bathtub gushed out, and Jiang Huailu sat in the water with a confused look on his face.

Then, he directly sat in his arms.

Lu Huaijiang grunted and took a deep breath.

“Why did you come out?” Lu Huaijiang gritted his teeth.

The little girl’s harmless appearance at this moment made him almost unable to look away.

“It’s very stuffy in a clay figurine.”

“Tomorrow is still the immortal grass, right?

It can nourish the soul there.” He would not have to suffer such a great crime.

“Do you look pale?

Why do you look like you’re sick?”

Jiang Huailu straightened up slightly and stretched out his hand toward him.

A warm hand landed on his forehead.

Lu Huaijiang’s gaze shifted slightly, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

His rationality was almost completely obliterated.

“You don’t have a fever.

Why do you look so pale?

Why is your nose bleeding?”

When her breath landed on Lu Huaijiang’s face, he could almost smell the unique fragrance of immortal herbs.

Lu Huaijiang almost could not suppress the evil fire in his heart, but very quickly!

The nosebleed brought him back to his senses.

“Put on your clothes.” Lu Huaijiang pulled the outer robe over her and put it on her body.

She put on the inner lining and rushed out of the door.

The dripping blood melted in the water.

“Why are you running?” Jiang Huailu tilted his head innocently.

I’m not a ferocious beast.

I’m just checking to see if you’re sick.”

Lu Huaijiang stood outside and poured a few buckets of cold water over her.

She covered her nose and looked up at the sky, her eyes deep and serene.

My illness is incurable.

The source is you.

Lu Huaijiang took a deep breath.

After a long while, she walked toward the small kitchen.

He poured out a bowl of medicine from the medicine jar and drank it.

This tonic couldn’t be stopped.

When he returned to his room, his body was already cold.

When he looked up, he saw his little wife lying on his bed, sleeping soundly.

Lu Huaijiang squatted by the bed and stared at her quietly.

A gentle look appeared on her face.

He planted a light kiss on her forehead.

“You’re really a jinx.” From the beginning to the end.”

There was probably no man in the world who was more miserable than him, right?

She could only look at him but not touch him.

Her nose bled non-stop every day.

Lu Huaijiang didn’t dare to touch her again.

She was at a critical moment in her soul cultivation and couldn’t even form a human form.

He could only hide that thought deep in his heart.