Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 775 - 773: Want to Learn Flute Control to Defeat Ene

Chapter 775: Chapter 773: Want to Learn Flute Control to Defeat Enemies_1

“Let’s not waste any more ti. Let’s continue our journey and try to reach the ruins before nightfall to spend the night there.”

Luo Zhan furrowed his brows, raised his whip, and gave it a light swing in the air.

“Move out!”

Hearing the sound of the whip, the guard leader roared, and the caravan set off imdiately.

“The ruins? Is that the place where we dominated Alta when we were coming here?”

Shitou’s eyes lit up at the ntion of the ruins, and he made a throat-cutting gesture.

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“Look at you acting all smug. It was Master who dominated him, not you.”

Wang ng habitually countered.

“I also stabbed him once, so I should take so credit.”

Shitou stubbornly pointed his thumb at his nose, appearing extrely smug.

“Let’s get moving. If that man is really Blood Hand Du Sha, we’ll be in for another sleepless night.”

Lin Jinlong’s face looked a bit serious as he patted Shitou’s shoulder and called the others to mount their cals.

“Blood Hand Du Sha didn’t co for us, so why should we be afraid?”

Shitou grumbled obstinately.

“If Blood Hand Du Sha has co, can the Barbarian Tribe be far behind?”

Feng Yi, feeling irritated, glanced at him, “Is your brain filled with paste or what?”

“We have Master here… Hey, hey, wait for …”

Shitou wanted to argue, but seeing the others mount their cals, he sheepishly shut his mouth.

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The ruins at the edge of the desert, buried in the sand, remained unchanged from when they first arrived.

Sunset, the caravan arrived on ti.

Luo Zhan ordered to set up tents in a sheltered area and start cooking.

The young n also set up three tents, skillfully built a stove, and gathered around the fire, laughing and chatting while waiting for dinner.

Wang ng and Lin Jinlong were busy around the stove while Lin Qingluo took out so Spirit Peaches and gave one to each of them as a pre-dinner fruit.

“Master, I want to learn to use flute playing for defense like you, to master such profound magic spells.”

Mo Canglan’s ears turned red as he held a bamboo flute and quietly approached Lin Qingluo.

“Brother Lan, can you play the flute? Do you have a foundation?”

Lin Qingluo smiled and gestured for him to sit down.

“I’ve just started and am not very good.”

Mo Canglan, embarrassed, ruffled the back of his head: “I can only play the simplest songs.”

“Play one for us to hear.”

The attention of the others was drawn, and Shitou, with his quick mouth, eagerly urged him on.

“Brother Lan, don’t be nervous.”

Lin Qingluo’s warm smile encouraged him, “Just play one you’re most familiar with.”

“Okay.”

Mo Canglan gathered his courage, raised the bamboo flute to his lips, and began to play softly.

The flute lody was bright, lodious, and pleasing to the ear, like a mountain spring flowing gently or the sound of a dripping spring, crisp and delightful.

As the song ended, applause rang out.

Not only were the others’ eyes shining and cheering loudly, but the guards of the caravan not far away were also relaxed and happy, generously offering their applause.

“Brother Lan is being too modest.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes were full of appreciation, joking, “If you call this ‘just starting,’ no one will dare to say they can play the flute.”

“Hehe.”

Mo Canglan smiled sheepishly, rubbing his nose, “I can only play this one song. I really can’t do any others.”

“One is enough.”

Lin Qingluo smiled, “It’s more than sufficient to practice flute defense.”

“Master, do you agree to teach the art of flute defense?”

Mo Canglan’s eyes brightened, and his heartbeat quickened with excitent.

“Yes.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes were bright and full of overwhelming conviction.

“Close your eyes, and I will pass on the spell to you.”