These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Could it be that all the blame has suddenly shifted to me?

Although I'm not afraid of taking responsibility... I don't want to always be the one to take the blame.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Tu was about to turn around decisively.

Sudden.

"Master, master! Wei Xiao'er is back!!"

Oops……

Wei Tu turned around and saw the little fox standing on the steps by the door.

To be honest, he looks quite respectable.

Standing on the ground with one foot on its hip, one little paw pointing at itself, and its tail wagging, it looked like a tattletale.

Good heavens... are you a fox or a watchdog?

Having no other choice, Wei Tu entered the Medicine King Pavilion despite the immense pressure.

Immediately, they saw Mu Xitong calmly lifting the lid of the medicine furnace. Her expression was serious, and her slightly narrowed eyes seemed to pierce through the heat inside to see what the refined pills looked like.

I must say, the expression was sophisticated, but the posture was lewd.

She was slightly bent over, but her figure was slender and graceful, with her waistline lowered and her buttocks raised.

It forms a strangely dangerous mountain path.

It makes people want to climb it, or even conquer it.

Her dress inevitably slipped down slightly, swaying in mid-air. From this angle, Wei Tu couldn't see the allure of her slightly open neckline.

It's a pity, after all, who wouldn't want to see the full view of all the spring scenery?

However, Wei Tu only thought about it briefly and didn't have any particular attachment to it. After all, he could see it anytime, and it wasn't something that happened in a flash.

Mu Xitong straightened up, took out the pill, placed it in the prepared porcelain bottle, and then sealed it.

Then he looked up as if he had just noticed Wei Tu's presence.

Only a few words were used to describe it.

"You're back."

"kindness……"

Wei Tu answered calmly, as if nothing had changed. It seemed that no matter how long he was gone, as long as he was willing to come back, there would always be a woman more beautiful than flowers and gentler than water here, quietly refining her elixirs, and seeing him arrive, she would say those four words again and again.

Wei Tu had no luggage to put away for the time being, so he sat to the side as usual and watched Mu Xitong deal with the residue in the medicine furnace.

The little fox hopped over to Wei Tu's legs, then stretched out its little paw and poked the boy's thigh.

Wei Tu looked at her.

She looked up at Wei Tu, a hopeful smile on her fox-like face, her tail wagging.

Is this a fox or a dog?

Wei Tu asked, somewhat confused, "What's wrong? Are you itchy?"

The little fox stomped its foot in annoyance.

"You just sat down like that?"

Wei Tu nodded. "Otherwise, I'll do a handstand?"

"No!! Don't you have anything else to do?"

The little fox continued to hint.

Wei Tu thought for a moment, "Oh yeah, I should go take a shower first..."

"No!! It's not taking a bath!!"

"What's that for? To give you a bath?"

"I don't need you to wash me!"

"It's okay, I'll scald it with boiling water."

"You'll burn off all the fur! You really do want to eat me!"

"You're still afraid of getting scalded by boiling water?"

"..." The little fox scratched its head, then looked at Wei Tu angrily, "You're the dead pig!"

Wei Tu looked at the little fox in surprise, "Oh... you even know such common sayings now? Have you been going to school lately?"

"No, it's just what I learned while you were gone... I've heard it so many times~"

"What? Who told you that?"

Wei Tu asked unexpectedly, and the little fox immediately lowered its voice as if afraid that Mu Xitong, who was busy at work, would hear it.

"It's our master... and that... sect leader, right? They've been talking a lot these past few days, and I've overheard them talking..."

They even said things like "a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water," so it's hard to imagine these two having any friendly conversation.

So Wei Tu thought for a moment and asked, "Have these two been chatting a lot lately?"

The little fox nodded, "Yes, yes, they come every few days, sometimes even consecutively..."

Do you know what they're saying?

The little fox scratched its head. "Ah... I don't quite understand, but it seems that every time we finish talking, either the sect leader leaves in anger, or our master gets very upset... I don't know what they're saying, but it sounds very impressive."

With that said, Wei Tu understood pretty much.

The relationship between these two people was not as good as one might imagine; in fact, it was quite bad, with neither looking down on the other.

Their identities and personalities meant they wouldn't engage in a typical street brawl, so their exchanges were filled with sarcastic and sarcastic attacks that even the little foxes couldn't understand.

Sometimes the newly dyed snow has the upper hand, and sometimes Mu Xitong does, like what happened to me today.

Clearly, Ran Xinxue was quite angry.

Seeing Wei Tu deep in thought, the little fox blinked.

"We've told you everything, Wei Xiao'er, when are you going to cook?"

Wei Tu sighed and stood up.

"Still cooking? I don't even know if I'll survive until tomorrow..."

"Ah...no! Wei Xiaoer, you won't die, will you?"

Seeing the little fox looking at him with teary eyes, Wei Tu was somewhat moved. After all, even a dog can be tamed, let alone a fox that looks like a dog.

Then I heard the little fox sobbing, "Waaah... If you die, who will make me braised pig's trotters... No..."

So Wei Tu decided to give her a few hard punches anyway.

After tidying everything up, Mu Xitong finally returned to the familiar windowsill and sat down. As soon as she sat down, feeling the slightly chilly wind, a cup of hot tea was handed to her.

Mu Xitong glanced at Wei Tu.

With a smile on her face, as if nothing had happened, she chuckled lightly.

He took the hot tea and said with a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Don't worry, Ran Xinxue is a woman with a strong ability to self-regulate. My words won't have any impact. She'll figure it out after one night. Don't feel sorry for her."

Wei Tu sat down opposite Mu Xitong with a smile, looking at the maple forest that had lost much of its leaves.

"What are you saying... Why would I feel sorry for her for no reason? If I'm going to feel sorry for someone, it should be for my sister Xitong."

Mu Xitong looked at Wei Tu, "Do you really think I'd lose an argument with her? Is it worth feeling sorry for me?"

What a competitive woman... Indeed, under normal circumstances, women don't have much of a competitive spirit, except in one situation.

That means the opponent is another threatening woman.

It's harder for her to admit defeat than to die.

"No, how could Sister Xitong lose? I just felt sorry for you talking so much and your mouth was dry. The weather is dry, so I made you some tea to soothe your throat."

These words amused Mu Xitong, who glared at Wei Tu with a hint of annoyance.

"You've really taken flattery to a whole new level; you can suck up to anything, can you?"

"I don't try to please everyone."

Mu Xitong took a sip of hot tea, the tea sliding down her throat, revealing her beautiful neck, which was smooth and without a single wrinkle.

Then the woman looked at the boy, seemed to realize something, and said with a darting gaze.

"But... she's quite concerned about anything happening between you and me."

These words seemed to come out of nowhere, but Wei Tu knew that they must be related to their previous conversation.

Perhaps Ran Xinxue unintentionally revealed some emotion.

Of course, Wei Tu also had ways to deceive people in this situation.

"Hehe, don't you know our sect leader? He can't stand seeing others do well. It has nothing to do with me, it would be the same with anyone else. He's just unhappy that you seem to be doing so well in front of her."

This isn't exactly slander; that's just Ran Xinxue's personality. She herself admits to being biased and narrow-minded, especially when she sees Mu Xitong and Lu Qingyan living happily, she feels worse than if she'd swallowed a fly.

On the contrary, she didn't care much about the little girls like Su Mi; she only cared about her peers.

Mu Xitong clearly agreed with this statement, but...

"Why do you only care about women who are related to you? You don't care at all about women who are not related to you, like Lin Ruoyin."

"Hmm... I think... it's probably because you're so beautiful, Sister Xitong, that she feels inferior to you."

"Nonsense." Mu Xitong directly denied this statement. "I know very well that although Ran Xinxue has a terrible and strange personality, her appearance was absolutely the most outstanding among our generation. How could someone jealous of her appearance appear on her? It must be something else."

"Then it might be her spirit. To be fair, to be honest, you are definitely older than her, Sister Xitong."

"Have you measured it?"

Mu Xitong blushed slightly as she stared intently at Wei Tu.

Wei Tu thought for a moment, without showing any panic, and then said...

"Well... no, it's just a comparison based on my eyes and experience..."