Hey, I've only heard of it before, and I only have the opportunity to eat one a year. Wen Lingmei held up the small bottle in her hand with a happy face.

The bright little expression made the darkness in Rong Zixian's heart slowly disperse, and his reason finally returned.

Reflecting where he was, Rong Zixian's body stiffened.

He almost exposed himself directly in front of people because he wanted to hide the little girl privately.

Fortunately, the little girl spoke out in time.

The bottle of Qi Nourishing Pill in Wen Ling's hand has a total of ten pieces, and there are only two grades, which is not a particularly good thing.

However, in the world of cultivating immortals, the elixir was originally a rare item, and it was a second-grade elixir, and not all monks could refine it.

Especially for an outer disciple like Wen Ling, he usually can't see it at all, and he can only buy it at a high price if he wants to eat.

It is only during the annual sect competition that they have the opportunity to get one or two.

Therefore, Wen Ling got a bottle, and he almost jumped up with joy.

Of course, 233 disdained this, and even sneered: "The essence of the drama is fine." ”

Isn't it a drama essence, just the level of the little ginseng essence, will she have used something better?

It's just to win Rong Zixian's pity.

Sure enough, at first, Rong Zixian was still annoyed, and he almost didn't control himself.

But when he saw Wen Ling's eager and satisfied eyebrows, Rong Zixian only felt that his heart suddenly hurt.

His little girl, because of a bottle of second-grade Qi Nourishing Pill, can be happy like this, it's really ......

The more I think about it, the more distressed I become, what kind of life did I have before.

"Don't worry, there will be better pills in the future." Rong Zixian calculated in his heart that the demon clan's magic pill, Wen Ling is not very suitable, with a demonic aura, which does not match the little girl's exercises.

Therefore, he now has to add another task, learn how to alchemy, and refine the so-called famous and decent pills.

He hid the little girl privately, so he had to be responsible for the little girl.

Give her the best things in the world, and give her the deepest love in the world.

"Well, I believe you, Zixian." Considering that this is still the main hall, the name behind it, Wen Ling said quietly.

After finishing speaking, he took Rong Zixian's arm and rubbed it as if he was coquettish.

"I'm inviting you when you're inviting me." After feeling Wen Ling's small movements, Rong Zixian's voice became even more hoarse.

There's something else in there, and it seems to be with a little color.

233 thought boredly, ready to shield himself at any time.

"Then you can pick it." As a result, Wen Ling was still skinned at this time.

After passing the bright road, what are you afraid of?

The waves are up.

At first glance, the little girl's smug expression seemed to be sure that she would not do anything to her here.

"Don't pull your neck, it hurts." When Wen Ling saw it, Rong Zixian's face was slightly gloomy, and his hands were raised, and he immediately hugged his hands above his head, and almost ran away like this.

As soon as he heard that Ling said that it hurt, Rong Zixian's hand, which was originally going to pull the back of his neck, slowly took it back.

If you pull it like this, the little girl will hurt.

Rong Zixian silently wrote down this in his heart, considering that he was still in the inner door, it was not easy to be presumptuous, and Rong Zixian was not excessive.

Let Wen Ling hold his arm, and scratch his waist from time to time.

These small actions were liquidated together at night, and they would never let him go.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian felt that his heart was like being wrapped in magma, burning until his limbs, and he refused to stop.

(End of chapter)