In the small garden, Wei Ting had just bandaged the last injured disciple of the Fire Slaughter Sect when he suddenly sneezed!
At this moment, he had yet to realize the seriousness of the problem and thought that his nose was itching.
He had no idea that he was itching for a beating.
Xing'er carried a food box and walked over with sweat all over her face. "Miss, Young Master, Sect Master Lu, are you hungry? Eat something first."
Last night, she and Nanny were placed in another secret room by Ling Yin. As soon as the fight ended, the two of them went to the kitchen.
Lu Aotian looked at his brothers around him.
Xing'er understood and hurriedly said, "There's enough for everyone. Sect Master Lu, don't worry."
She and Nanny had made many meat buns and even made sweet red bean soup.
