Fox Spirit: One Sword Sweeps the World

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No sooner had he finished speaking than a rumbling sound came from his stomach, instantly shattering the "sacred atmosphere."

Mu Shenqi scratched his head and chuckled.

"Alright, I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm going to go inside and find something to eat. I've been craving the smell of candied walnuts for a while now."

After saying that, he dashed into the house, his footsteps mingling with the laughter inside, making it quite lively.

"Well, let's go."

Mu Qinghan watched his retreating figure and chuckled helplessly. Then he turned to look at Old Man Mu beside him, his expression gradually darkening with a hint of doubt.

"Father, I had prepared myself before coming here, knowing that you are not old-fashioned people and would not be too resistant to Ya Ya's identity, but I really did not expect that you would accept it so quickly."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Mu sat down on the threshold and said, "Hey, don't I know my son's personality?"

"From a young age, she was always more confident and composed. Once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her. She was even picky about the clothes she wore and the books she read; she had very high standards—"

"A girl you cherish and want to marry must be a good one. What do your mother and I have to worry about?"

He paused, exhaled slightly, and his tone softened amidst the swirling mist.

"Besides, what do we, as parents, strive for in this life?"

"Isn't all I want is for you two brothers to be well, happy, and joyful?"

"Why would we do anything to make you feel awkward or sad? Your mother and I wouldn't do it, and we wouldn't want to."

Old Man Mu looked into the house, as if he could already see his grandchildren surrounding him, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

"My wish is very simple: to watch you and Shenqi grow up healthy and settle down."

"It would be best to have two more chubby grandchildren. Even if your mother and I close our eyes and go to see your grandfather in the afterlife, we can be happy."

"Your grandfather said the same thing back then..."

"It's a pity he can't see it... His little Qinghan has brought his wife home..."

Mu Qinghan listened quietly, her eyes suddenly feeling hot.

He stepped forward, squatted down beside his father, his voice choked with emotion.

"Thank you, Dad. From childhood to adulthood, every time I make a decision, you have always thought of me, respected me, and understood me."

"Because of you, my brother and I had a carefree childhood and were able to grow up so happily. I am very proud and fortunate to be your son."

"Yes, good boy... Dad is the same."

Chapter 110 Lively

The room was filled with laughter. Tu Shan Ya Ya was sitting next to Grandma Mu, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she listened.

Just now, Grandma Mu said that when Mu Qinghan was four years old, he insisted on holding onto a hot water bottle on a winter night and refused to let go. As a result, he slept too soundly and wet the quilt.

When he woke up, he stubbornly insisted that the hot water bottle had leaked, which made the whole family laugh.

"whee--"

Ya Ya covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of slyness, already planning how she would make fun of Mu Bingkuai later.

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, the scene from before suddenly flashed through his mind.

She teased Mu Qinghan, who looked helpless yet a little fierce. He placed his large hand on her bottom with a force that was neither too light nor too heavy, making her feel both ashamed and angry.

Ya Ya's cheeks flushed red, and she bit her lip and shook her head.

What if she really gets angry and Mu Bingkuai spanks her again?

But then she thought again and gripped her skirt tightly, mentally baring her teeth at Mu Qinghan.

Hmph! Let me spank you! Even if I get spanked, I'll still laugh my head off about "wetting the bed at four years old"!

Just as they were secretly competing, two soft "woof woof" sounds suddenly came from their feet, with a hint of flattery.

Ya Ya lowered her head slightly and saw a small dog with golden fur gently rubbing its wet nose against her ankle.

Its fluffy tail, like a small flower, sways gently behind its rear end.

"Oh, little Afu!"

A Fu's anxious voice came from outside the door. He quickly walked in and reached out to hug the puppy.

"You little brat, how dare you go over there and bother the young mistress? Come back here right now!"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes lit up. She quickly waved to stop A Fu, squatted down, and gently touched the puppy's head. The fur that her fingertips touched was as soft as a cloud.

"It's so cute, it tickles me, but it's not bothersome at all."

"Haha, this little Afu is such a clingy little devil!"

Grandma Mu laughed out loud at the sight, and lowered her head to gently pat the puppy's bottom with her knuckles.

"It likes to rub against people's feet, taking advantage of its smooth fur to please everyone."

When Little Afu was patted on the bottom, instead of dodging, it let out a "woof" and twisted its body to run to Old Lady Mu's feet, wagging its tail even more happily and rubbing its head against her trouser leg, just like a spoiled little furball.

Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyebrows curved, her eyes full of tenderness.

She watched as Grandma Mu squatted on the ground, gently scratching Little Afu's chin with her fingertips, her tone of voice extremely soft.

"You little rascal, have you rubbed enough? If you keep rubbing, you'll get your skirt dirty."

The warm glow of the lamplight fell from the roof beams, landing on Grandma Mu's temples and on the figure of her interacting with her dog.

The scene was like a painting imbued with warmth, reflected in Ya Ya's eyes, making her heart feel sweet and warm, like drinking freshly warmed honey water.

She quietly loosened her grip on the hem of her skirt.

The family of Mu Bingkuai is so warm and welcoming.

In just half an hour, from the warm greetings upon entering, to talking about the funny things Mu Qinghan did as a child, and now to the tenderness towards Xiao Afu.

There was not a trace of deliberate distancing, which completely relaxed her tense heart, making her feel as relaxed as if she were at home in Tushan.

Even though she was a demon, a different race from humans, Mu's parents never mentioned it or asked a single question.

He treated her as if she were the sweetheart his son had brought home, greeting her warmly, and even the smile in his eyes was genuine.

They truly love their child.

Ya Ya thought that Mu Qinghan had only told them that he wanted to marry her without explaining much, but they accepted it without even hesitating.

It wasn't because she was the second-in-command of Tushan, nor because of her cultivation or talent, but simply because she was the person their son had chosen.

This respect, this unreserved trust, warmed her heart to the point of tears.

And they have such kind hearts.

Little Afu is just an ordinary mongrel dog with no special bloodline or intelligence, yet Old Mu treats it so gently, even when patting its bottom, she's careful not to hurt it.

When Afu came in just now, Granny Mu spoke very kindly, without any airs of a master towards a servant. There were very few of those rigid rules in the house.

Looking at everything before her, Ya Ya's smile deepened, and she thought to herself: She really loved this home and these family members.

Oh right, and there's also Mu Bingkuai's brother.

Tu Shan Ya Ya looked at Mu Shen Qi beside her.

His bottom was only halfway on the stool, but his body was twisted into a pretzel. His eyes seemed glued to the pastry plate on the table, and he would occasionally glance quickly at Old Mu, who was playing with the dog, while his hand quietly moved towards the plate.

When Grandma Mu's attention was completely focused on Little Afu, Mu suddenly made a move, picked up a piece of osmanthus cake with his fingertips, and quickly stuffed it into his mouth before the cake was completely off the plate.

His cheeks were bulging, and before he could even chew properly, he looked up and met Tu Shan Ya Ya's gaze.

In that instant, Mu Shenqi's expression seemed to have been paused.

His eyes were wide open, he forgot to chew the pastry in his mouth, even the tips of his ears showed a hint of panic, and he stood there frozen, helpless.

He panicked for only a second before realizing what was happening, winking at Ya Ya, and quickly swallowing the pastry in his mouth.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and gently shook them. He even bowed slightly, mimicking the gesture from a traditional opera, his slightly naive apology as if to say, "I'm sorry, I'm so hungry I can't stand it anymore."

Actually, Mu Shenqi felt wronged: He had a dinner party with those guys, and they agreed that some of them would bring dishes and some would bring wine, but those idiots all brought wine jars without bringing a single peanut!

He had drunk half a jar of wine on an empty stomach and was starving. Now that he saw the sweet pastries, how could he resist?

Looking at his simple and honest appearance, Tu Shan Ya Ya couldn't help but smile slightly, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

Mu Bingkuai, this gluttonous older brother, is actually quite amusing, despite his somewhat dull demeanor.

"Squeak-"

With a creak, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and Old Man Mu walked in with his arm around Mu Qinghan's shoulder. Both of them had smiles on their faces, as if they had just finished chatting about something pleasant.

Hearing the noise, Mu Shenqi suddenly looked up, still with half a piece of pastry dangling from his mouth.

Seeing that it was his younger brother and father returning, he looked at the remaining pastries on the table with a pained expression.

But she still obediently shifted her position, moving from the stool at the table to the empty chair next to it, making room for him.

Mu Qinghan smiled helplessly at his older brother's "reluctantly parting" expression, nodded slightly to his father, and then quietly sat down next to Tu Shan Ya Ya.

As the hem of his coat swept across the ground, it gently touched the hem of her skirt.

"How are you? Are you settling in well here?"

He turned his head, softened his voice, and looked at Ya Ya's smiling face with concern in his eyes.

Tu Shan Ya Ya nodded vigorously, giving Mu Qing Han a sweet smile that revealed her dimples.

When no one was looking, she quietly reached out and grabbed his arm, her fingertips gently clutching his sleeve like a clingy kitten.

Mu Qinghan felt the force on her arm, and the corners of her mouth curved even wider. She raised her hand and gently patted the back of her hand before turning to look at the crowd.

"Then...shall we start eating?"

Grandma Mu immediately agreed, patted the dog hair off her hands, and got up.

"I'm going to wash my hands first."

After saying that, he walked towards the water basin by the door.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Shenqi practically jumped up from his stool, his eyes shining with astonishing brilliance.

"Yay! Let's eat!"