"Jingjing, it's decided, I'll ask someone to go to your aunt's house tomorrow to ask. I'm still a little busy, you can do it yourself. After Wen Yiran issued the "eviction order", he was no longer in the mood to chat with He Jingjing, so he got up and went to the study.

was disturbed by He Jingjing, Wen Yiran still had a lot of words to say to Wen Ziqing. Forget it, he went to the study first to take a look, and wrote down some precautions on paper to explain that Ziqing was the same.

After Wen Ziqing closed the door, she felt a little irritable. He Jingjing's ambiguity today made Wen Ziqing feel ominous in his heart. Zhou Yuanyuan finally accepted his feelings, and Wen Ziqing would never allow He Jingjing to destroy it.

Wen Ziqing looked around. His room was as simple as ever, with no other small items except for a bed, a table, a stool, a wardrobe, and so on.

The sheets and duvet covers on the bed are new. Wen Ziqing didn't know what had happened in her room, and thought that the sheets were changed by Wang Ma before the Chinese New Year, and she didn't care.

Since his cultivation, the bed has been an ornament for Wen Ziqing. When he slept at night, Wen Ziqing didn't let go at all, and practiced on the ground with his knees crossed all night, "greedily" capturing the free aura molecules in the air. You must know that Wen Ziqing originally only had the cultivation of the Qi cultivation period, and his foundation building cultivation was directly promoted by the "seizure" of the Pu Dao people. The people of Baopu Dao have been completely destroyed, and it stands to reason that Wen Ziqing's cultivation will also regress to the Qi training period. It was precisely because of Wen Ziqing's diligence that he was able to consolidate his cultivation in the foundation building period in a short period of time.

If Zhou Yuanyuan knew the reason why Wen Ziqing cultivated so diligently, he would definitely be moved. Wen Ziqing has a sense of urgency in his heart, his little girl is much more powerful than him, although he may not be able to catch up with the little girl's cultivation if he is diligent, but at least he can be a few points behind, which is also good.

Thinking that he had to rush back to Zhou's house tonight, Wen Ziqing did not hesitate and directly packed up his things.

said that it was to clean up, but in fact, Wen Ziqing just went back to the room to get a few changes of clothes.

Wen Ziqing has a storage bag left by Pu Daoren. At the beginning, the people who hugged Pu Dao regarded Wen Ziqing's body as their own, and all the wealth was put in a storage bag and carried with them. After the soul of the Pu Daoist was swallowed by Wen Ziqing, these things were cheaper than Wen Ziqing.

After having a storage bag, Wen Ziqing carried some important things in the storage bag, even a change of clothes. Wen Ziqing basically didn't wear a few clothes in the Wen family, but just put them outside to confuse everyone's eyes, after all, this kind of thing is not a big road commodity in the secret realm of Langyuan, and Wen Ziqing doesn't want to be known by others.

After being pestered by He Jingjing downstairs just now, Wen Ziqing had a lot of things in her head.

Wen Ziqing regretted his soft-heartedness a little, if he hadn't brought He Jingjing out of the Langyuan Secret Realm, He Jingjing would have died or lived in the secret realm, in fact, it was not Wen Ziqing's business. A momentary soft-hearted person found such a piece of "kraft candy" for himself, Wen Ziqing still had a headache, how to explain it to Zhou Yuanyuan. Said that he was almost taken away by the people who hugged Pu Dao? No, no, no, it will frighten the little girl. Don't say it, I can't explain why he brought He Jingjing home!

Wen Ziqing left home this time, at least three years, maybe even longer. He Jingjing is a second-level Qi cultivator, and his martial arts value is stronger than that of ordinary adult strong men. With such a dangerous person at home, Wen Ziqing was a little worried about Wen Yiran's safety. How can I get He Jingjing to leave obediently?

When Wen Ziqing opened the wardrobe, he was still thinking about this question in his mind.

In the wardrobe, a rich fragrance came to the face, like the smell of rose essence, and like the smell of some kind of perfume, strong and pungent.

How can grandma use such a strong smell of lavender essential oil? Wen Ziqing frowned and pulled a few of his clothes out of the closet. Feng Xueying has the habit of dripping essential oil in a sachet and hanging it in the closet, Wen Ziqing has always disliked such a "sissy" thing, every time Feng Xueying asked the housekeeping aunt to hang a sachet for Wen Ziqing, Wen Ziqing was not sensitive.

Wen Ziqing thought that she had been away from home for a long time, and Feng Xueying was bent on showing favor to herself, but she didn't expect to go somewhere else.

As the clothes were pulled out, a thick pink mist evaporated, Wen Ziqing's eyes shrank, and he immediately closed his breath, but there was still a trace of mist that entered Wen Ziqing's body with Wen Ziqing's breathing.

The aura in Wen Ziqing's body stagnated, and his eyes went dark.

Wen Ziqing let go of the hand pulling the clothes and took a few steps back, just as he was trying to force out the mist, a kind of plum blossom fragrance suddenly appeared on the tip of his nose, Wen Ziqing's knees were weak, and the whole person had fallen to the ground, making a muffled sound.

"Knock knock knock. On Wen Ziqing's door, there was a knock.

Wen Ziqing bit the tip of his tongue, and the sharp pain kept his brain clear. Wen Ziqing wanted to stand up, but there was no strength in his body, Wen Ziqing wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be glued with super glue, and he couldn't open them. Wen Ziqing wanted to open her mouth, but her two lips were stuck like eyelids.

"Garden. Wen Ziqing called silently in her heart, feeling annoyed in her heart.

In the dark, Wen Ziqing's ears heard his door open and close, and a rush of footsteps came to his side.

Wen Ziqing felt that someone was squatting down, and after sneering at him, he scolded two words "fool"!

Isn't he a fool? Lying here you can't do anything, you can't resist or call for help. Wen Ziqing regretted it. He was too careless, he originally thought that this was his home and there would be no danger, and even after inhaling the mist, he didn't immediately send a message to Zhou Yuanyuan for help. Now, he can be regarded as capsizing in the gutter.

So far, Wen Ziqing simply doesn't care about anything. He lay motionless on the ground, trying to see what the visitor would do to him.

The person who came pinched Wen Ziqing's chin and stuffed a pill into Wen Ziqing's mouth. The pill melted in his mouth, turning into a stream of heat that entered Wen Ziqing's abdomen.

"You're cheap!" After hearing the person who came to say this in a disgusted tone, Wen Ziqing fell into a coma.

It is rare to see the eldest grandson come home, and it is rare for Feng Xueying to have the idea of reconciling with Wen Ziqing. Today's Feng Xueying used all her strength, and worked with Aunt Wang in the kitchen to make a bowl of fragrant hand-rolled noodles.

When Feng Xueying came out with noodles, there was no longer Wen Yiran and Wen Ziqing in the living room. Only He Jingjing sat alone on the sofa, her face a little pale.