Things developed like this, and she was helpless but helpless.

Jiufang asked to do nothing wrong.

His vigilance is his reason to survive in this world of the jungle, so what reason does Ji Li have to accuse him.

What's more, Jiufang Wentian silently helped her repair her meridians in this sentence, and she should be grateful to Jiufang Wentian instead of asking for sin.

The fairy spring was filled with white mist, and Jiufang asked to untie Ji Li's coat and shoes, and then kicked off the shoes on his feet, and then changed to a posture of holding a child and carried Ji Li into the fairy spring.

Ji Li didn't have much strength, and leaned lazily on him.

Knowing that he was put into the fairy spring, he couldn't help but sigh comfortably, and his eyebrows soothed, not to mention how much he enjoyed it.

Jiufang asked, lowering his voice and asking in her ear if the water temperature was acceptable.

Ji Li Ren had a little strength, so he joked: "If I say I can't, do you still want to heat up this pond of immortal springs?" ”

Jiufang Wentian was silent for a moment, realizing that he seemed to be being ridiculed by his little apprentice, but he was not annoyed: "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me as soon as possible." ”

Ji Li nodded lazily, black silk like a waterfall, half of it landed on Jiufang Wentian's clothes, and half of it entered the fairy spring water.

Jiufang asked for fear that she would fall, so he wrapped one hand around her waist and pressed one hand silently on her palm, sending aura into Ji Li's body and repairing her tendons.

With the assistance of the immortal spring water, Ji Li's broken meridians were quickly repaired by Jiufang Wentian.

This is where immortal cultivators are better than mortals. But it's not good here.

Most immortal cultivators eventually became ruthless and loveless machines, just because the strength of their bodies could already support them through a longer period of time.

And their family and friends have long since become history in this year.

But in the end, even if he successfully ascended, he only became a lonely one.

It has been hundreds of years since Jiufang asked the Immortal Cultivator, on the surface, he was just a young man, but in fact, he ...... In the past hundreds of years, it is normal for a person with no emotion to have an expression on the face of Jiufang Wen.

Later, the appearance and death of Yan Jili in his previous life finally made this man regain his emotions.

Now, Yan Jili once again threw himself into his door, on the one hand, he was careful not to hurt her again, and on the other hand, he hated her and stirred up the turmoil in his heart, so he easily turned around and left.

Between these two infinitely tangled emotions, he kept wandering.

So it's a bit morbid.

Ji Li's body was warm, and the person relaxed: "Got it." "The jet-black green silk fell on the snow-white shoulders, and it was incredibly smooth.

Immortal cultivators wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, and the bones of their bodies reveal a cold jade-like texture.

Jiufang didn't feel anything at first, but when Ji Li began to move, he turned his head to the side in embarrassment.

Ji Li hadn't noticed his abnormality yet, and turned over slightly and put his chin on his collarbone: "Master." ”

"Huh?"

I don't know if it's Ji Li's illusion, she always feels that this monosyllabic abstinence is sultry.

So, she called out again: "Master." ”

"What's the matter?" Jiufang asked to put the hand around her waist into her arms so that she could sit more comfortably on her lap, and her cold voice did have the capital to make people blush and heartbeat.

(End of chapter)