Versatile Mage: Rebirth of Mo Fan, Atlas of the Celestial Spirit

Chapter 53 Mu Nujiao's Delicate Feet
Although the bounties for the five gray-robed cultists were less, they still added up to more than 10 million. The five gray-robed cultists still had several million yuan on them, and now they all belonged to Mo Fan.

When they parted, Mo Fan and Xu Zhaoting exchanged phone numbers and asked him to continue calling him if he had any news about Hei Jiao Ting.

Because it was already late, the old judge asked Mo Fan to take the statement tomorrow when he had time, and they would take the five gray-clothed men back first.

When Mo Fan returned to Jinyuan Apartment, Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu had already finished their meal. When Ai Tutu heard Mo Fan coming back, he immediately jumped down from the sofa barefoot.

"Zhou Zhou, you are finally back. Mu Dada and I left some food for you. Have you eaten?" Ai Tutu said with a funny look on his face.

"No, and what the hell is Mu Dada? I think our relationship is a little too close. If that's the case, how can I have the nerve to sell the Three-Step Pagoda spot to Mu Nujiao?" Mo Fan sat down at the dining table and Ai Tutu brought the warm rice over.

“Hey, Miss Ai, if you have anything to say, just say it.” Mo Fan thought, I’m just going to eat your leftovers, why are you giving me that Hongmen Banquet scene?

"Sister Mu's relative is here, so it might be inconvenient these few days." Ai Tutu said in a low voice.

Relatives are coming???

"profound--"

Mo Fan came to his senses. This was her relative. No wonder Mu Nujiao didn't talk much. Even when she came back just now and was lying on the sofa, she didn't move at all.

"So, Sister Mu may not go with us tomorrow." There was a pleading look on Ai Tutu's fair and delicate little face.

“Okay, but you have to be my driver all day tomorrow.” Mo Fan said.

"Okay!" Ai Tutu gritted his teeth and said, "For Sister Mu's sake, let me feed the tiger with my own body."

"childish."

After finishing his meal, Mo Fan walked into the living room with a smile and said, "What's wrong, dear Dada? I heard that you haven't been feeling well these past two days. Why are you still lying in the living room? It's not cool enough with the air conditioner on."

Mu Nu's pretty face flushed red. She knew that Ai Tutu was a person who couldn't hide things, but she couldn't tell everything to others, especially to Mo Fan who lived with them.

“Don’t listen to what the little rabbit says. I, I just sprained my foot. I will be able to move it the day after tomorrow.” Mu Nujiao herself couldn’t tell what her feelings were towards Mo Fan.

She had few friends since she was a child, and her male friends were basically her cousins. Mo Fan was the first male friend she took the initiative to get to know.

"You sprained your ankle! You don't know how famous I am in the martial arts world. There is no difficult disease that I can't cure!"

As he spoke, Mo Fan reached his hand under the blanket and held Mu Nujiao's slender, smooth and delicate ankle. Her ankle was a little cold, which was completely different from Mo Fan's hand that was like a small stove.

"what you do--"

Mu Nujiao's ankles were suddenly grabbed, and her whole body froze instantly, trembling slightly. She looked at Mo Fan with resentment in her beautiful eyes.

"You sprained your ankle, let me rub it for you!"

Mo Fan pretended that her foot was really sprained, and his hands rubbed her feet like a warm stove. Mu Nujiao only trembled at the beginning, and then let Mo Fan do whatever he wanted.

In fact, Mu Nujiao wanted to pull her legs back at first, but for some reason, she let Mo Fan continue.

Mo Fan's hands were very warm, like jade that radiated heat. The heat flowed into her body along the soles of her feet, relieving even the pain in her abdomen.

"Mo Fan, Sister Mu, are you watching TV?"

After Ai Tutu put away the dishes, he quickly ran back to the living room. The popular TV series was still playing on the TV. Neither Mo Fan nor Mu Nujiao spoke. But Sister Mu looked a little strange.

"Sister Mu, why is your face so red?" Ai Tutu said puzzledly.

"No way, you must have seen it wrong. She has always been like this." Mo Fan came out to smooth things over for her.

After saying that, he touched the tip of his nose with his hand to hide his embarrassment. Hmm, why does it smell a bit fragrant?

abnormal! ! !
When Mu Nujiao saw Mo Fan's actions, she immediately gave him a coquettish look.

"Also, since you are not feeling well, go back and rest quickly. Come, let Zhou Zhou carry you back." Mo Fan said.

“You bad guy, you’re not trying to take advantage of Sister Mu, are you?” Ai Tutu looked at Mo Fan suspiciously. Could he be so kind?

"What are you talking about? Am I the kind of person who would kick someone when he's down? I just want my daughter to have a rest as soon as possible," Mo Fan said righteously.

The three people's rooms were all upstairs, but in two directions. Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu lived on one side, and Mo Fan and Xinxia's rooms were at the other end.

Mo Fan picked up Mu Nujiao with the blanket, just like a packed meal. In his previous life, he had countless opportunities to eat this delicacy, but every time he was distracted by other things.

"Do you know which room Sister Mu lives in? Don't go to the wrong room." The kind-hearted Ai Tutu came online. She ran to Mo Fan's side in her slippers, panting. The two giant pandas were shaking violently.

"Tutu. I'm not asleep."

In Mo Fan's arms, Mu Nujiao said cautiously.

"Oh." Ai Tutu responded, but still followed Mo Fan.

After entering Mu Nujiao's room, a faint fragrance permeated Mo Fan's nostrils, which was exactly the same as Mu Nujiao's body odor.

Mo Fan had taken care of Xinxia since she was a child, so he was very experienced in taking care of girls. He first arranged the pillows into a comfortable shape, and then put Mu Nujiao on the bed.

"Thank you," Mu Nujiao said with blushing cheeks in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

"Okay, you big bad guy, Sister Mu is going to rest, you should leave quickly. I will sleep with Sister Mu tonight!" Ai Tutu ordered him to leave.

It sounded like I had once accompanied Mu Nujiao to sleep. Mo Fan muttered to himself.

Then he secretly pinched Mu Nujiao's toes, which were as crystal clear as crystal grapes, and quickly ran out of the room.

This stinky guy
Mu Nujiao gritted her teeth and watched Mo Fan leave.

The next day, Mo Fan woke up from his meditation. The blue-clothed deacon who led the assassination had not been arrested yet, so Mo Fan had to continue to act as bait.

Of course he couldn't give up on the Shadow Beast either, as he had harvested the Shadow Beast's tail hair yesterday.

He summoned the old wolf and asked him to remember the scent of the shadow beast. If he could find it, he would help the old wolf advance.

To be honest, there is no need for old wolves in the current battles. Old wolves can only serve as a means of transportation, among other functions.

Of course, it is not impossible to strengthen the old wolf. At most, he can just throw two warrior spirits. After returning from the Old God Continent, Mo Fan no longer thinks highly of spirits below the commander level.

(End of this chapter)