After Rong Zixian suppressed the idea of destroying the paper crane, all he thought in his heart was to change the little girl's physique and then improve the little girl's strength.

Of course, thousands of miles of sound or something, this is not necessary.

At the very least, though, you have to be able to make these simple little magic tools yourself.

Like this paper crane for sound transmission.

This needs to be made by the monks after the foundation has been built.

He is not a disciple of Qi Feng, but these simplest techniques, if you want to learn them, they are not secret masters, everyone can do it.

This is considered the basic skill of a monk.

Rong Zixian can come casually, but Wen Ling can't now.

The waste materials of the Five Spirit Roots are barely in the Qi refining period now, and it is still too difficult to make these things.

There will be some simple cleansing techniques and so on.

No matter how complicated it is, the aura of her body can't support these at all.

Now listening to the little girl asking herself, Rong Zixian lowered her head and looked at Wen Ling, who was looking up at her with her head up.

The little girl's eyes were clear, so clean that Rong Zixian felt that such a dark self was actually not worthy of Wen Ling.

However, it is impossible to let him go.

He would rather kill Wen Ling directly and lock his soul by his side for the rest of his life, or it is impossible for Wen Ling to be free and watch her live a life of love with another man.

That kind of picture, just thinking about it, Rong Zixian felt that his heart was throbbing, not to mention, and there was an urge to destroy the whole world.

Therefore, even if this unworthy idea was born in his heart, Rong Zixian didn't think about it, so he just let it go.

Suppressing the small, imperceptible inferiority complex in his heart, Rong Zi said in a hoarse voice: "Well, it will." ”

I'll help you.

The last three words, Rong Zixian thought about it, but didn't say it in the end.

After all, in Wen Ling's opinion, the two of them are now little spicy chickens with waste spirit roots, and saying that he can help Wen Ling is really comforting the little girl.

Therefore, Rong Zixian thought about it and didn't say it.

"Well, let's get stronger together." Wen Ling pretended not to know anything, and at this time, he was still pulling Rong Zixian's hand and whispering.

A sweet candy-like voice dangled in Rong Zixian's ears.

I always feel that in the next second, I will be planted in a world of candy and be brought back to life by sweetness.

When he realized this, Rong Zixian's eyes darkened a lot.

It's a pity that Wen Ling was staring at his hand and didn't notice that the aura on his benefactor had changed again.

Until, she was lifted up by Rong Zixian's hand.

Wen Ling: ???

I don't want to lose face!!

Rong Zixian didn't gently pick up Wen Ling, but directly lifted the back of his neck and pulled it up.

Is this the posture that a boyfriend should have?

"Oops...... Wen Ling's feet suddenly left the ground, the back of his neck was tightly grabbed again, and the whole person shrunk into a ball and couldn't move.

Obviously I'm not a feline, but I don't dare to move when I am pulled like this.

I'm afraid that in the next second, Rong Zixian opened his bloody mouth and took his little head into his mouth.

Brain made up for the Internet celebrity pictures he had seen in the modern world before, and Wen Ling's whole ginseng was not very good.

wanted to struggle, but for fear of provoking Rong Zixian's more perverted treatment, Wen Ling just waved his two hands.

Look, clumsy and cute.

Such an action pleases Rong Zixian.

The eyes that were originally filled with desire were dyed with a small smile because of Wen Ling's small movements.

Those intense colors are slowly fading.

Little angels, Happy Valentine's Day Duck~

(End of chapter)