Rongzi envy has a lot of spiritual fruits in his sleeves.

There weren't many low-level ones in the past, but this thing wasn't hard to find.

After Wen Ling fell asleep last night, Rong Zixian pinched a piece of paper and guarded it, and quietly went out to pick some back.

It was packed in a good brocade box and put it in the sleeve, and it was well preserved.

I didn't want Wen Ling to go downstairs and eat in such a messy place.

For dinner, Rong Zixian and Wen Ling ate the spirit fruit in the room.

"Do you want to eat Lingmi?" Rong Zixian still has some spiritual rice in the space, not too much, but enough to smell the spirit and eat.

And they are all low-level spiritual rice, the kind that has no problem if Wen Ling eats it.

"Do you still have such a thing?" Wen Ling was already very pleasantly surprised when he ate the spirit fruit.

When I heard this, there was Lingmi, and the whole person was stunned.

"You, you don't do anything bad, where did you come from?" Wen Ling's voice is soft and glutinous, even if he says words of doubt and reproach, it will not make people angry.

At least, Rong Zixian won't.

"Do you want to live in a different place?" Hearing that Ling finally asked about this, Eiko breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

After pondering for a while, he asked.

"Somewhere else?" Wen Ling didn't expect that Rong Zixian would reveal his identity so early?

After thinking about it, it may be that the conflict with Yu Sijiao just now stimulated Rong Zixian.

After all, Rong Zixian's status in Changping Sect is pitiful.

Originally, he just wanted to do things, he didn't need a lofty identity, and it was best to do things secretly.

But now, I can't stand the sense of humility brought by this low-level status.

He didn't care about himself, but he didn't want to wronged Wen Ling.

It's different when he returns to the Demon Clan, he is the young master of the Demon Clan.

Although the demon king is still there, the so-called father is now afraid and afraid of Rong Zixian.

The other elders and the like were even more in awe of Rong Zi.

Wen Ling is his partner, and in the future, these people will only respect Wen Ling more, so as to please Rong Zixian.

In a different place, with a different identity and status, the little girl no longer has to be angry with these idle people.

Rong Zixian thought it was good, but he was still a little worried.

After all, his own race occupies a name that makes decency shameless: the demon race.

"Somewhere else? Where? Wen Ling asked puzzledly, and the shining eyes were full of curiosity.

Rong Zixian was a little speechless, such a clean little girl, do you really want to bring back the demon clan?

But don't say it, if Wen Ling is wronged here, Rong Zixian can't do it.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian lowered his voice and approached Wen Ling's ear, obviously it was a hoarse voice that was not a good sound, but it made Rong Zixian say the meaning of love words: "How about the demons?" ”

Afraid that Wen Ling would disagree, Rong Zixian quickly continued: "There, no one can bully you, you can be high, no one dares to question you, let alone make you a stumbling block, you are there, the absolute king." ”

is not the king, Rong Zixian is the king, Wen Ling is the tip of his heart, and he is naturally the king.

"Huh?" Wen Ling was stunned, Rong Zixian's showdown was too fast, was this enough to trust himself, or because he was distressed, he had to do it in advance?

Isn't he afraid that he will hear that the demons are shameless, and then expose him?

Wen Ling looked up at Rong Zixian in a slightly confused way, his small ears gently wiped Rong Zixian's cold lips and skimmed over.

Warm and cold, colliding in an instant, Rong Zixian's eyes suddenly deepened.

(End of chapter)