Both the Ximen Sect Master and Ximen Jiaxue chose to believe in Ye Qinghuan, which made the corners of Ye Qinghuan's mouth slightly curled.

Although she doesn't have extraordinary strength, she has a little gold who can handle it, and her head is still enough, so she can get a bowl of rice to eat in the ancient realm.

After returning to his room, Ye Qinghuan leaned on the couch and rested for a while.

She knew that when the time was over and everything was quiet, her man would definitely come to her.

It's almost a nightly law already.

Sure enough, as soon as the time passed, a figure flashed into Ye Qinghuan's room.

"Huanhuan." Murong Jiu sat straight up, scooped up the little girl with his long arms, put it firmly in his arms, and tightened it.

The wide embrace, enveloping the petite body, fits perfectly.

"Uncle Jiu, you are called trespassing on a private house, I can go to the Xuan Lord to sue you, can I make it?" Ye Qinghuan's green white jade fingers wrapped around the black hair in front of the man, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Murong Jiu looked at the snow-white fingers, his eyes tightened slightly, and he lowered his head and bit it.

His long tongue slid along with the finger, and soon he took the beautiful white finger in his mouth, and the hot and humid temperature in his mouth made Ye Qinghuan's heart a little numb.

"I'm going to sue you again...... Flirting with the women of the good family...... "Ye Qinghuan let out a faint kitten-like protest.

Murong Jiu couldn't help but laugh low at this moment, he spit out Ye Qinghuan's small fingers, stroked the black and bright green silk she had unloaded with his big hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Uncle Jiu has always regarded you as a little girl, I can't imagine that you think you are already a woman's age?" ”

Ye Qinghuan snorted lightly and muttered, "I'm thirty years old in my heart......"

She heard Murong Jiu's laughter again, the kind that couldn't help but laugh, and she couldn't help but glare at him angrily.

However, she quickly took something out of Murong Jiu's arms, and then stuffed another thing into it.

"Huh?" Murong Jiu raised his phoenix eyebrows lightly, not stopping her movements, but expressing doubts.

"Hey, hey! Uncle Nine will definitely not betray me. Ye Qinghuan's eyes rolled, and he quickly asked, "Ninth Uncle, how long will it take for you to advance to the seventh order?" ”

Murong Jiu's eyebrows were picturesque, he thought lightly, and said, "Huanhuan, I am only a fifth-order strength now, if I follow my own cultivation speed, I should be able to advance to the sixth order by the end of the month." But these seventh-order words...... I think it will be three months at the earliest. ”

"Three months?" Ye Qinghuan bit his fingers, unaware that it was bitten by Murong Jiu, and there was still his fragrance.

She shook her head and shook her head again: "It's been too long, no, no, no." ”

The seventh-order Yuan Soul Pill is taken by the Xuan, and after a month, you can advance to the strength of the seventh order!

"Do you want Uncle Nine to reach the seventh order in a month?" At this moment, Murong Jiu had already seen through the little girl's thoughts, and instantly raised his lips and smiled.

"Hmm." Ye Qinghuan glanced at him and said, "I really can't hide anything from Uncle Nine." ”

"That is, Huanhuan has already been seen and seen through by Uncle Jiu." Murong Jiu smiled and put his cold hand into her clothes, and got a soft scream from her, and a few cat's claws went up.

Ye Qinghuan glared at the man who trapped her angrily: "Talking about business!" Uncle Nine, you have itchy hands again! ”

"Uncle Nine doesn't just have itchy hands...... Murong Jiu was close to her cheek, breathing like an orchid, with a unique fragrance and medicinal smell: "There is also here...... It's itchy too......"