Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

In the golden autumn of October, the autumn wind, though not exactly biting, still carried a hint of chill.

In this season, most people tend to prefer warmer foods.

There weren't many people buying plum juice, but the line was quite long.

When Mu An reached the back of the line, she noticed that the shop sold not only plum juice, but also many other drinks.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, it was finally their turn.

"What would you two like to order?"

Mu An was somewhat dazed and didn't notice the proprietress's question. Mu Ling'er, on the other hand, was in a good mood. She placed a piece of silver on the table and started chatting with the proprietress.

"Two cups of plum juice, and two cups of your shop's signature drink."

"Okay..."

The plum juice was made quickly, but the shop's signboard took a little longer. Mu An glanced at it and saw that it was something very similar to milk tea, with a lot of new ingredients added.

This practice originated from something she brought to this world. As a child, Mu Ling'er loved drinking milk tea and similar beverages, so she recreated some things from her previous life.

Perhaps because she was in a really good mood, Mu Ling'er started chatting with the proprietress while waiting.

"Is the former boss no longer working here?" Mu Ling'er asked casually.

The proprietress was clearly stunned for a moment. She looked at Mu Ling'er and it took her a while to react.

"The customer must be referring to my father. He's getting old now, and his health isn't as good as it used to be. He handed the shop over to us three years ago."

"Three years ago? That makes sense. It's been quite a few years since I last came here. Your business is booming! By the way, are you a couple?"

The proprietress chuckled twice, then happily added more fruit to the signature drink she was making, and answered Mu Ling'er with a smile.

"Thank you for your kind words. My wife and I are counting on this shop to make a living... Back when our father didn't have this shop, he was out in the wind and rain all day long, which caused him a lot of health problems. Unlike now, we can sit in the shop, and our lives are much better..."

"That's great. Generation after generation, life will only get better and better..." Mu Ling'er's smile grew brighter and brighter, as if hearing about other people's happiness was something she was very proud of.

"You're right. Everyone says that our Grand Commander and Junior Commander are both great philanthropists. All of this is thanks to them, and life is getting better and better!"

Mu Ling'er's eyes narrowed as she smiled, unable to hide the joy in her words.

The shop owner, who was standing nearby, also came over. He looked at Mu An and Mu Ling'er and asked with a smile.

"Thank you for your kind words. My husband and I are extremely grateful. Plum juice tastes best chilled. Fortunately, we have ice in the shop right now, so we can add a few cubes for you free of charge, madam. Would you and your brother like some ice?"

Before the boss could finish speaking, Mu An, who was in a daze, suddenly came back to his senses and instinctively turned his gaze to Mu Ling'er.

But then he suddenly realized that the girl he remembered always throwing tantrums over how she was addressed was now standing there gracefully, chatting happily with someone.

She laughed heartily, as if she hadn't heard what the boss said, or as if she didn't care at all and had no intention of correcting him.

Even after the proprietress handed the drink and change to Mu Ling'er, she showed no anger whatsoever, and smiled as she said goodbye to the proprietress.

As the sun sets, its afterglow spills across the streets, casting long, long shadows.

The closer you get to the Mu residence, the fewer people there are on the street. Eventually, it becomes deserted, with only a few pedestrians passing by.

Neither of them spoke. Mu Ling'er walked ahead, making a lot of noise, as if she were stepping on her own shadow. Mu An looked at her from behind, his eyes slightly complicated.

Until one moment, on the deserted street, Mu Ling'er suddenly turned around, made a face at Mu An, and spoke in a light and teasing tone.

"Little An, quick, call out 'Sister Ling'er' and let me hear it. Sister will give you candy..."

Mu Ling'er, making funny faces, is lively and vivid, just like the child she used to be, full of childlike innocence and fun.

"Hmm? Why isn't little An saying anything? That won't do. You should listen to your older sister."

Mu Ling'er leaned her head close to Mu An, and Mu An, without any hesitation, tapped her on the head.

The knock was very light, but Mu Ling'er still pretended to cover her head and groan twice, as if Mu An had done something terribly wrong.

Mu An ignored her, but looked into her eyes and spoke seriously.

"Thinking about it carefully, I don't necessarily need to maintain my current appearance. Looking like a middle-aged person is quite good too."

The words of concession failed to resonate with Mu Ling'er; instead, they made her somewhat angry, raising her voice considerably as if she were about to start a fight with Mu An at any moment.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Mu An was somewhat surprised. He didn't understand why Mu Ling'er was angry, so he simply asked.

"If we walk together like this, it's easy for people to misunderstand us. Changing my appearance wouldn't be a big deal for me, and it would save us trouble. It's better for both of us."

Mu Ling'er was still angry. She stood on the street with her head down, like a cat with its fur standing on end, refusing to pay any attention to Mu An.

The very soft sound reached Mu An's ears just as the sun was about to set completely.

"You've always looked like this, and this is the only way I know you. You've always been like this, never changed. If you changed, you wouldn't be the Da'an I know..."

Mu An felt helpless. What kind of strange idea was this?

But since Mu Ling'er is so opposed, there's no need to force it. He himself would feel uncomfortable if his appearance were to be changed.

only……

Looking at Mu Ling'er's face illuminated by the setting sun, Mu An suddenly spoke up.

"I remember when you were little you always asked why I didn't let you call him Father or Daddy. Thinking about it carefully, I was wrong. If you want, you can call him whatever you want from now on..."

Before Mu An could finish speaking, Mu Ling'er glared at him, her watery eyes wide with disdain.

"No way! 'Father' sounds awful. 'Da'an' sounds the best. Besides, I'm already used to calling him that, why would I change it now?"

As Mu Ling'er spoke, she stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch Mu An's forehead.

"You don't have a fever. What's wrong with you today? I felt you were acting strange when I bought the plum juice, and now you're saying things that don't make sense. Did you really mess up your brain from all that enlightenment?"

"How dare you speak like that? Although I don't hold the highest rank of Heaven or Earth, I am still a genuine terrestrial immortal... Don't think that just because you're older I won't scold you anymore..."

"Hehehe"

"Alright, stop throwing a tantrum. You haven't made much progress in your cultivation over the years. It's obvious you've been slacking off. From today onwards, I'm going to supervise your cultivation. You have to become a Celestial Being no matter what."

"Ah—I was wrong! I don't want to cultivate!!!"

Just then, as the last rays of the setting sun faded, the houses on both sides lit up one after another, their candles flickering and bringing a faint glow to the street.

It's getting dark.

"Hmm, it's awful cold. Let's go home for dinner."

"it is good"