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Chapter 491

The two of them had ashes and dirt on their hands after playing with the marbles for a bit. Lin Feilu took their hands in each of hers as she brought them to wash the dirt off.

She had taught Lin Zhanyuan a hand-washing song before, so he had developed the habit of washing his hands since childhood. He would wash them according to the steps taught by his sister every time. After washing his hands while singing, he turned around and saw his Seventh Brother smiling and kissing his sister.

Lin Zhanyuan immediately screamed and rushed over to stand between the two. He opened his arms and shouted, “You can’t kiss my little sister! Boys can’t kiss my sister!”

Lin Feilu stood behind him and laughed until her stomach hurt.

He was still angrily questioning his Seventh Brother, who stood across from him, “Why would you kiss my sister?”

Song Jinglan calmly said, “Because I am your sister’s husband.”

Lin Zhanyuan was stunned for a while before he turned around and asked Lin Feilu hesitantly, “What does he mean by being my sister’s husband?”

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Lin Feilus stroked her little brother’s head and said softly, “He is a man who will grow old with your sister for the rest of his life.”

On New Year’s Eve, the brothers of the Thousand Blades Sect held a huge bonfire group annual banquet at the martial arts training ground within the sect.

This was, of course, Lin Feilu’s idea.

Many of the disciples of the Thousand Blades Sect were orphans since they grew up in the sect. On the festive day of reunion, the only relatives they had were their brothers and sisters of the same sect. The old men who practised swordsman had a rough life. In previous years, the cook would prepare a few tables of dishes for everyone to enjoy. But after the simple dinner, they would return to their rooms one by one,e leaving no trace of the supposedly festive celebration.

After Lin Feilu arrived, she took Song Jinglan and Lin Zhanyuan to the busy market to buy some New Year’s goods. She bought hundreds of lanterns and window paintings as if she was a wholesaler. In the end, she couldn’t take them home, so she asked the villagers to head to the Qin Mountains and had the senior brothers help her move the items.

On the day before the New Year, hundreds of disciples did not practise their swordsmanship for the first time. Some hung lanterns, and some put up window grilles. As a result, the entire Thousand Blades Sect was brimming with joy.

Lin Feilu communicated with the seniors in the sect’s cooking class and had them understand the essence of having a campfire dinner. Then, she happily went to select the ingredients.

To be honest, she had been craving that particular roasted wild boar meat for many years.

The wild boar has grown in size again, and once again, it was locked by the greedy eyes of the girl. It immediately buried its green-faced and fanged head into the bushes, leaving only a trembling backside exposed.

Lin Feilu stood outside the fence and swallowed her saliva for a while before she turned around and asked Lin Zhanyuan regretfully, “We really can’t eat it?”

Lin Zhanyuan rebutted his sister so firmly for the first time, stating loudly with his hands on his hips, “You can’t eat Da Hei!”

Lin Feilu sighed, “Alright, okay, then I guess I will only eat some flowers.”

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