Why is the fairy who adopted me plotting against me?

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The seventh senior sister suddenly felt the pressure increase, as she felt the force and changes from the opponent's sword suddenly increase, and she was almost overwhelmed.

In a moment of carelessness, with a flick of the wrist, the longsword was skillfully tossed out of his hand along with the message!

With a clang, the longsword fell to the ground, while Su Zhixiao's sword tip had already lightly stopped on her shoulder.

"Phew... Senior Sister lost." Seventh Senior Sister raised her hands nonchalantly, her face showing no regret, but rather an approving smile.

Su Zhixiao immediately sheathed her sword and bowed respectfully: "You flatter me, thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister."

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed towards Su Mu like a happy kitten, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling:

"Brother! Did you see it all?"

"Yes, I saw it." Su Mu reached out and ruffled her hair, which was slightly messy from their sparring, his tone full of affection. "Our Xiaoxiao is really getting better and better."

It's getting worse.

"Why did you suddenly decide to ask Seventh Senior Sister to cut silicon?"

"Hmm, I feel like my cultivation has hit a bottleneck. I was thinking that maybe sparring with my senior sisters could give me some new insights."

Upon hearing this, Su Mu understood. This bottleneck likely stemmed from Xiao Xiao's inner demons.

But now that Aunt Gu is in seclusion, the perfect stimulation is gone. How can we naturally create opportunities for her to be jealous?

As he was pondering this, the female senior students on the field gathered around him.

"Xiao Mu!" The senior sisters stared at him expectantly, their faces full of hope. "You went to see the sect leader? She...she agreed to reduce our workload?"

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Su Mu nodded: "Yes, the sect leader has agreed. Starting tomorrow, the daily required lessons for all senior sisters will be reduced to two and a half hours."

"That's great!"

"You can go back to sleep now!"

"Xiao Mu is the best!"

The senior sisters cheered with joy. Two and a half hours still felt like a long time to them, but this was the first time the sect leader had ever shortened their time.

负！

Overjoyed, she disregarded Su Zhixiao's presence and rushed forward, opening her arms to embrace Su Mu tightly.

His handsome face was buried deep in his chest, which was slightly heaving from his recent exercise and exuded a warm, floral fragrance.

"Xiao Mu has done a great job, let your senior sister treat you well!"

Seeing this, the other senior sisters also gathered around with smiles and laughter, their fragrant breezes and cheerful chatter instantly enveloping Su Mu in a gentle embrace.

They had just finished their match, and although they were slightly sweaty, they didn't have an unpleasant odor. Instead, they had a fresh, delicate fragrance, like freshly blooming flowers, that lingered in the air.

On Su Mu's nose.

"Senior sister! Let go of brother!" Upon seeing this, Su Zhixiao immediately stamped her foot anxiously, her face flushed red, and she rushed forward, frantically trying to...

The senior female students pulled away from Su Mu.

After she finally managed to drag Su Mu out, he had several clear rouge marks on his cheeks, and his clothes were slightly disheveled.

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"Brother! Let's go!" Su Zhixiao glared angrily at her senior sisters, grabbed Su Mu's hand tightly, and dragged him towards their residence.

I don't want to stay a moment longer.

Helpless, Su Mu could only turn back with a knowing look and wave to her senior sisters. The senior sisters, in turn, winked and laughed heartily.

After the two men had walked away, the women quietly straightened their slightly disheveled clothes and hair, exchanging knowing glances and smirks.

A rosy glow also quietly rose.

Back at her residence, Su Zhixiao immediately found a warm, damp towel and carefully wiped away the remaining rouge from Su Mu's face.

Her movements were gentle and focused, yet her eyes held a stubbornness.

"Hmph! Those senior sisters are so mean!" she complained as she wiped, "And all those gifts we brought them on this trip!"

"You two are so good at bullying my brother! It makes me so angry!"

Su Mu smiled and held her busy little hand, saying gently, "Alright, Xiaoxiao, don't be angry. The senior sisters are just playing around, they didn't mean any harm."

He paused, then changed the subject, saying, "By the way, I have some good news to tell you."

"Hmm? What good news?" Su Zhixiao's attention was indeed drawn, and she raised her clear eyes to look at him.

"Today I went to see the school, and she said she wanted to take me as her personal disciple and personally guide my cultivation."

"Really?!" Su Zhixiao's eyes lit up instantly, her previous jealousy and dissatisfaction vanishing completely. Her face...

A genuine joy radiated from her, and the slight agitation caused by jealousy instantly subsided.

She was excited when suddenly something occurred to her, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

Like a mischievous kitten, she tilted her head and looked at Su Mu playfully, drawing out her words: "But...brother, since you also want to worship..."

"Now that I've become your disciple, according to the order of entry, am I a little bit earlier than you?"

With a mischievous yet expectant smile on her face, she said, "Then shouldn't you call me 'Senior Sister'?"

Su Mu raised an eyebrow; this little cat seemed to need a lesson.

"Senior sister, there was no food prepared for you at noon today."

Upon hearing this, Su Zhixiao's eyes widened immediately. She grabbed his sleeves with both hands and shook them gently, her voice so soft it could melt water:

"Brother, I was wrong! Xiaoxiao was too proud. Don't be angry, brother. Xiaoxiao wants to eat the food you cook~"

Su Mu chuckled softly, a hint of indulgence flashing in his eyes.

"There's no food left, but..." He paused deliberately, "I can give you a glass of milk."

Su Zhixiao's eyes suddenly lit up.

My brother's milk... always tastes especially rich and fragrant.

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Chapter Fifty-Two: Feeding Xiaoxiao Milk, Feeding Master Food

Su Mu stood in front of the stove, skillfully flipping the pot with the spatula in her hand.

He kept his word and never prepared any meals for Xiaoxiao.

But as the saying goes, if you want to eat your fill, you have to do it yourself.

At this moment, Su Zhixiao was obediently squatting in front of him, moving her hands and mouth.

"Mmm... glug..." The faint swallowing sound was almost inaudible in the smoky atmosphere of the kitchen.

Su Zhixiao's fair hands were gently pressing and sliding, and the breath so close to her face made her cheeks flush and her eyes glaze over as she became intoxicated.

"Brother...the aroma of milk is already wafting out!" She tilted her blushing face up, her voice sweet and coquettish. "Xiaoxiao, hello..."

I love this flavor!

Although I enjoyed it to my heart's content yesterday evening, it's still wonderful to be able to taste it again today. After all, this time the milk will be used to fill...

She was watering another spot. Playfully, she thought, lowering her head to gently plant a wet kiss, leaving a clear blush mark.

Hmph! My fellow disciples always love to steal my brother's cheeks and leave their marks. Now, I'm going to leave my own mark here too!

Can they...do it?

Su Zhixiao felt a secret joy, as if she had won a small, secret victory. She extended her nimble tongue and began to gently lick...

The milk essence, already slightly seeping out and crystal clear, was there.

"Chengjian..." she murmured softly as she slept, then rubbed her burning cheek against him affectionately, feeling the firm warmth soothing her skin.

It felt so good that she squinted her eyes.

"Clean it a little more..." she murmured, her tongue as agile and supple as a swordsman's practiced movements, meticulously tracing the grooves at the base of her tongue.

The map was being cleared, and the slightly sticky cheese that had quietly accumulated was being swept away one by one.

"Hehe, so delicious." She genuinely loved anything from her brother, no matter what it was, especially since these things weren't dirty.

It is the essence condensed from Su Muyang's excess energy, which is extremely helpful for Su Zhixiao's cultivation.

Su Mu's hand, which was stirring the food, paused involuntarily, the spatula hovering in mid-air. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously straightened his posture, his gaze fixed on that soft, smooth...

She gently poked her little face.

"Why is brother even more impatient than Xiaoxiao?" Su Zhixiao raised her watery eyes, playfully gave him another kiss, and then seemed to have made up her mind.

My heart strained to open its mouth wide, trying to take the gushing, fragrant milk into its mouth even deeper.

She tightened her cheek muscles and took a deep breath.

"Sizzle!"

A soft sound rang out clearly in the kitchen; it was definitely not the sound of food hitting the oil pan.

She carefully concealed the two rows of pearly teeth, afraid of bumping or hurting Su Mu, and tried her best to use the softest part of her hand to squeeze the outer layer of the bag, going deeper and deeper little by little.

Until it reached its deepest point, it could not advance even an inch further.

Then, Su Mu began to stir-fry his dishes.

The stir-frying speed increased, and the kitchen was soon filled with the gurgling and bubbling sounds of thick liquid, along with the cooking noises from the stove.

They rang together.

The rich aroma emanating from the pot captivated Su Zhixiao's sense of smell. The enticing fragrance made her mouth water even more, and saliva dripped from the surface.

It kept flowing, and the lower part kept flowing too, very wet.

She instinctively pressed her hands together, trying to cover herself, but found that the more she tried to block it, the more turbulent the tide became.

Her movements quickened further, carrying an almost instinctive urgency. Su Mu sensed her intensity and exerted even more effort, as if...

Buddha wanted to pour all his energy into this final step of cooking.

"Gurgle! Ugh!"

With a suppressed growl, Su Mu finally finished cooking the food and presented Xiao Xiao with piping hot milk as he had hoped.

Tears welled up in Su Zhixiao's eyes, but she swallowed them with deep gratitude, accepting her brother's affectionate "gift" wholeheartedly.

"Xiaoxiao, are you full now?" Su Mu's breathing was a little heavy. He reached out and gently stroked her sweaty temples, his voice hoarse but gentle.

"Glug, eat, eat your fill." Xiaoxiao coughed slightly, wiped the white fluid that had spilled from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, tilted her face up, and revealed a...

A satisfied smile, tinged with a touch of languid, alluring charm.

After tidying up briefly, Su Mu carried the food box and returned to the main hall of the main peak.

"Master." He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in, come in." A slightly flustered voice came from inside the door, accompanied by a soft rustling sound, as if someone hurriedly sat up straight.

Su Mu pushed open the door and entered, only to see the screen still standing, with a dignified figure behind it.

"Master...you didn't secretly look through the files I annotated while I was away, did you?"

"Of course not!" The voice behind the screen immediately rose, tinged with embarrassment and annoyance at being questioned, adding, "I am your master! How could I do such a thing?"

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"That's a big deal!"

"It was my fault for speaking out of turn." Su Mu's smile deepened. "Master, please forgive me. It's just that the kitchen only had a limited supply of ingredients today, so I only had time to make this."

Chicken stew with shiitake mushrooms and tofu with scallions. If Master truly dislikes it, this disciple will take it back now, lest it offend Master's eyes.

"No!" A sharp cry of protest escaped Shen Qingshang's lips, but realizing his lapse in composure, he quickly coughed twice, trying to restore his voice to normal.