This fruit looks like it was given by some awkward people, so even if there is medicine, it is a small means of a benefactor. Not to mention, eating this, it will be very exciting at night, right? Wen Ling squinted his eyes at this time, and looked forward to the arrival of the evening.

Rong Zixian, who was hidden in the shadows, looked at this scene, and his eyebrows deepened again.

The food that Wen Ling sent at noon was all lifted by him.

He didn't eat it, and Wen Ling didn't eat it.

Rong Zixian didn't want this beam of light to shine into his dark heart, but after he went back, he tossed and turned, and he couldn't let it go.

After a while, I felt that I should have strangled Wen Ling directly to death at that time, and I would save myself the entanglement I have now.

After a while, I felt that Wen Ling didn't eat lunch at noon, the little girl was already thin, and her qualifications were so spicy chicken, she didn't eat a meal, and the canteen didn't serve food, and she didn't know what to do if she was hungry?

There are neither demon beasts nor spirit beasts in the back mountain of Changping Sect, and if you want to add a meal, there is nowhere to go.

In addition, the back mountains are planted with trees and the like, but it is rare to see fruits.

Even if there is, that is, some nearby, they have long been targeted, and there are so many people in the sect, and they have already finished picking them.

Even if the little girl wanted to eat it, she couldn't pick it.

Rong Zixian couldn't lie down in this tangled thought.

Quietly came to Wen Ling's residence.

Originally, they were not far away, but they were separated by a little rockery.

There are still many things in his sleeves, and he has been rummaging for a long time before he finds two fruits, which can be eaten by small waste materials like Wen Ling.

After taking it out, Rong Zixian's eyebrows deepened a little.

I always feel that it is against my own mind to send the fruit over like this.

Even Rong Zixian himself couldn't say it clearly.

Before noon today, when he saw Wen Ling, he only felt disgusted and disgusted, and he wanted to strangle her with one hand.

One of the reasons why I didn't do it at noon was because there were people on the plantation side, and I knew that I and Wen Ling were there.

The other one, naturally, is because of the unbearable afterward.

However, this kind of emotion could not have existed before.

He can still be ruthless with himself, and he really hasn't met anyone who makes him unbearable.

But how could Wen Ling be?

Obviously, it wasn't like that before?

After Rong Zixian stared at the spirit fruit in his hand for a long time, the darkness at the bottom of his eyes finally took over everything.

He had no problem giving fruit, but he thought of something more interesting.

Among the demons, he is well versed in the art of poison refining and alchemy, so the poisons in his hand are said to be hundreds, which is an exaggeration.

But there are still dozens of them.

Some are not considered poisonous, just medicine.

But it's a very interesting medicine.

The little thing drugged him in the morning, so in the evening, is it his turn?

"Won't you be cute after taking the medicine?" Rong Zixian stared at the fruit for a long time, and then smiled sadly.

The medicine infiltrated into the fruit little by little, and watching the fruit finally recover as before, Rong Zixian stared coldly for a while, and then gently put the fruit in the window of Wen Ling.

After putting it out, I stared at it for a while.

Then he turned around and disappeared into the shadows.

After a long time, I saw Wen Ling coming out of it.

The hair is very soft, and the soft breeze from the window brings up a wisp of green silk, which looks very elegant and moving.

Looking at this scene, Rong Zixian's eyes were much darker.

Obviously, what he should be looking forward to is that after taking the medicinal fruit, Wen Ling, will the dough become as white as jade, such a dough must be very beautiful when peeled off and made into a fan.

However, at this time, looking at Wen Ling's tilted little head and staring at the fruit, Rong Zixian's heart had already drifted away.

(End of chapter)