Although the whole body is cold, it does not prevent the little ginseng essence from appreciating the beauty of the benefactor.

Rong Zixian looks more feminine, and it is difficult for people who cultivate immortals to see their true age, so the other party's face now looks like it is about eighteen or nine.

A very young face, a little like the former Wen Heng, but the temperament is colder than Wen Heng, and there are more feminine things than Ji Chenghuai.

At first sight, I only felt that this person was made of ice, and before I got closer, I already felt that the cold winter March was coming.

And those eyes are particularly sharp eagle eyes.

Such eyes, fierce, are indeed scary to look at.

Seeing Wen Ling standing there motionless, still staring at himself without shame.

Rong Zixian was inexplicably irritable in his heart, and felt that he should take action to kill this female cultivator who didn't know whether to live or die.

On the one hand, I feel that my own hand seems to have its own thoughts, and it ......

I didn't want to lift it up, and I didn't even want to hurt Wen Ling.

This is their own hand?

After reacting, Rong Zixian lowered his eyes slightly, staring at his hand, the gaze was gloomy, it seemed that he felt that this hand was not very obedient, and he wanted to change it.

It's just that there is no such powerful exercise in the immortal cultivation world today, and the scrapped limbs can grow a new one, which Rong Zixian also knows.

So chop it off?

Keep it?

Chop it off?

……

I was entangled in my own thoughts, and after a long time, I realized that Wen Ling hadn't left yet.

Holding the food box in his hand and still looking at himself, even seeing that he didn't react, he was about to open the food box, looking like that, it seemed to be preparing to eat with him.

"That's how you want me?" Rong Zixian was annoyed by the tangled thoughts in his heart, and at this time, he was irritable and shot directly.

Reaching out, he grabbed Wen Ling's neck, and then lifted Wen Ling up.

The feeling of feet off the ground is inexplicably uncomfortable, and the feeling of suffocation caused by being choked by the neck is also telling Wen Ling.

The benefactor of this world is indeed a bit fucked.

At this time, Rong Zixian's gaze was cold like a poisonous snake in a winter, and Wen Ling was the first prey it found.

Those slender and good-looking, but unusually cold hands were slowly tightening.

He really wanted to kill himself.

"Wow, calm down." 233 was also shocked when he saw this scene.

I never thought that the villain of this world would be so difficult to handle.

If you meet for the first time, you will make Wen Ling cold.

So the mission failure is small, and 233 is afraid that Wen Ling will leave a terrible psychological shadow, so what can I do?

But it's a weak, pitiful and helpless, but especially able to eat melons.

So, what can it do?

It's too hard, it can't save people.

Seeing that Wenling was pinched, he didn't struggle much, and he didn't even have a panic on his face, Rongzi squinted.

A pair of eagle eyes narrowed, appearing more indifferent and ruthless, and the voice of the mouth was thick and hoarse: "The skin is a good skin, but it's a pity that the soul inside is dirty." ”

Rong Zixian's voice is not good, it is a bit like rough sandpaper grinding stones, if it is sharp, it is estimated to be a little harsh.

After lifting Wen Ling up, Rong Zixian's hand, which was still tightening, suddenly stopped.

It was an unconscious stop.

Not even the other way around.

I have to say that his hands do have their own ideas.

Rong Zixian, who didn't react, pulled Wen Ling in front of him.

The faces of the two people are infinitely close.

It's just a pity that such a picture of the four eyes facing each other is not warm at all, but it is full of murder and coldness.

(End of chapter)