Wen Jing thought with a slight squint.

The big tail behind him flicked slightly in the air, and without answering, he listened to the little girl speak next.

"Oh, by the way, you destroyed my mountain, and I picked it up, that's my beast." The little girl's voice was sweet, she blinked her eyes, held him half in the air, and said to her seriously.

It was a strange feeling to be declared a wave of sovereignty by a little girl who was probably less than a thousandth of his age.

Wen Jing's golden-red eyes glanced at Chu Ci, and this time he spoke.

The voice is slightly low and gorgeous, a little lazy, and the casual tone matches his soft and cute appearance, which has a weird cuteness.

"Your beast?"

"We said that we would pay for it," Chu Ci was not surprised at all that he was able to speak this time, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, the dimples on his cheeks were exposed, and he tilted his head slightly, "I can't break my promise." ”

Wen Jing paused for a moment, and then a smile crossed his eyes.

In such a tone, he said that he wanted to make him pay for it, he didn't think this little guy was ridiculous, and even thought she was cute, probably because these eyes were too pure and had a different relationship with others.

Wen Jing thought about it, and heard Chu Ci speak again.

"Your name hasn't been told to me yet."

Wen Jing flexibly jumped out of Chu porcelain's hand, put himself on the pillow stained with the smell of Chu porcelain, and raised a small head in a small group of fluffy, with a little laziness, "This is the second time, porcelain treasure, I am Wen Jing." ”

Does the mission goal of each plane like this title?

Hearing a somewhat familiar title, Chu Ci paused, but he didn't delve into it, looked at him sideways, thought about it and spoke, "The man I saw before I fell asleep should be you, right?" ”

Speaking of this, Wen Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, "If you said that you didn't give a surprised reaction at all, and drilled directly into my arms, it was indeed me." ”

The little girl was not at all defensive.

Hearing what he had done at the time, Chu Ci still paused slightly, not that Wen Jing thought that a little girl should be shy, in fact, maybe Chu Ci, who was older than Wen Jing's plane, tilted his head and thought about it seriously, and finally spoke, "The breath on your body is very comfortable and warm, suitable for sleeping." ”

Hearing such an evaluation, Wen Jing was slightly stunned.

Some say that he is cold and casual, and some say that he is violent and flamboyant, but this one warm word, except for her, has never said it, but it is estimated that she is the only one who dares to say it.

Hearing the light, his eyes drooped, covering the light under his eyes.

'Wenjing Love +2, currently 27.' ’

As for, suitable for ...... Go to bed?

If it weren't for the calmness in the little girl's eyes, and the look of innocence and innocence, he would have really thought that he was trying to hint at something.

After a short exchange, Chu Ci began to cultivate again, Wen Jing shrank on Chu Ci's pillow, the tip of his nose lingered with the fresh smell of Chu Ci's hair, and finally closed his eyes and quietly recovered his injuries little by little.

When Chu Ci opened her eyes again, she didn't know how long it had been, she subconsciously looked at the pillow, and the small ball of plush was shrinking on it, looking a little wilted, not very energetic.

His injuries did recover quickly, and if you looked at the place where he was injured, you couldn't find his original hideous wound without looking carefully.