After some twists and turns, they finally embarked on the return journey, there was no spiritual power cultivation method in the secret room, but a trap set by Camara for Cooley, but I didn't expect the three people in charge of the key to believe it and luckily escaped, Cooley tried his best for so many years and couldn't get in, but let Ji Wenjin break into it by mistake and take a shot for him.

As for the true cultivation method, maybe it was hidden, maybe it wasn't at all, Ling Xiyao was inclined to believe the latter, if it really existed, Kamala would definitely be left to future generations. And after him, Cooley and Tarn have found some way in the past two hundred years, and each has figured out a set of practical methods in practice, and they have achieved results.

But these have nothing to do with them, because after the attack, the ancestor of the Ji family who came in a hurry took over here, and his old man had to stay and do research despite everyone's opposition, Ji Wenjin and Ji Botao and others had no choice but to send additional troops to protect his safety.

Ling Xiyao chose to conceal the unexpected breakthrough last time he opened the trick point, not because he couldn't trust Ji Wenjin, but because he couldn't trust the rest of the Ji family, especially the ancestor of the Ji family who had been persistent for many years.

After comprehensive treatment and a few days of recuperation, Ji Wenjin finally recovered his health, Ji Yuntian saw the sky guarding him these days, serving tea and water, hammering his shoulders and pinching his back, very attentive, this filial piety simply touched a vote of people.

Only Ling Xiyao understood what the little guy was hauling for, filial piety was false, and it was true that he wanted to stay in the army, but no matter how diligent he was, he couldn't escape the fate of being repatriated, it was Ji Botao's direct order, not only him, but even Ji Wenjin was driven back.

"What's wrong with you, you've been in a state of silence all day?" Ling Xiyao asked worriedly, since talking to his father, Ji Wenjin's brows had not been loosened.

When Ji Wenjin heard this, his face relaxed, hugged her tightly in his arms, and said, "It's okay."

"But you don't look like you're fine, is there something going on at home?"

Ji Wenjin's hand tightened, and then replied as if nothing happened: "A little thing can be solved soon."

Ling Xiyao intuitively felt that he was not telling the truth, but if he didn't say it, it was inconvenient for her to ask, and said empathetically: "If there is anything troublesome, you can tell me, although I can't help, but you can feel better when you say it."

"Okay." Ji Wenjin moved his lips, and finally only spit out one word, the matter has not been finally decided, he doesn't want to make her worry about it.

Seeing that he responded, Ling Xiyao rubbed obediently in his arms, then took a step back and said, "Xiaotian's mood is not high in the past two days, and he has eaten little dinner, I'll go get him some food, you are obedient."

Ji Wenjin refused to let her go, and hugged her into his arms again, "I'll let Ji He go, you accompany me tonight." ”

Ling Xiyao's face turned red, and she shook her head and refused: "My son is here, you be honest." She slept with her son for the past two days, and if she was absent, with the intelligence of the little one, she would have been able to guess what was going on, and her old face was gone.

"My son will understand, he has always wanted to be an older brother."

After speaking, he lowered his head and kissed him, and tempted him with a deep voice: "Huh?"

Ling Xiyao's body suddenly became crisp, itchy and numb, and glared at him without any deterrence, in Ji Wenjin's opinion, it was like a silent invitation, and his hand was also dishonest, reaching into her clothes, accurately holding the white and soft peak, and pinching it into various shapes.

Ling Xiyao was stimulated, her breathing became short, she kissed the other party's sexy thin lips, and her hand was used to caressing the thick beard on her chin, but when the task was over, her beard was also shaved clean, and she was a little uncomfortable.

Just as the two of them were emotional, and were about to get to the point, the bedroom door suddenly opened, and they immediately stopped their movements as if they were thieves, and each tidied up their messy clothes.

The good thing was interrupted, Ji Wenjin's face was so stinky, but there were only two people who had the authority of his room, one was in the house, and the other was obvious, although he was unhappy, he couldn't beat or scold, but had to coax like his ancestors.

Sure enough, after the door was completely opened, a little head poked in first, and after seeing Ling Xiyao, he was pleasantly surprised: "Mom, you are really here!"

Ling Xiyao sorted out her thoughts and said with a smile: "Baby, are you looking for me?"

The little guy nodded heavily, "Mmmm, Mom, it's time to sleep." He yawned gracefully.

Seeing this, Ling Xiyao understood that her son was really sleepy, and she didn't delay any longer, so she responded: "Okay, baby, mom will take you to sleep."

glanced at Ji Wenjin apologetically, beat her and walked towards the door, in front of her son, everything must be behind.

Who knew that Ji Wenjin was faster than her, took a step with long legs, walked to the door in three or two steps, and lifted the little guy up.

Ling Xiyao was dumbfounded by his sudden movements, the little guy was also stunned, he didn't understand what his father was singing, but Ji Wenjin didn't explain much, turned around and dropped a sentence of "You are waiting for me here" and left with someone.

Ling Xiyao wanted to go out with her, but the bedroom door was locked, and even she couldn't open it, "What a cautious guy!" Ling Xiyao muttered helplessly, she wasn't worried about the little guy's temper, after all, the relationship between father and son has always been good.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Ji Wenjin hadn't come back yet, she simply went into the bathroom to take a hot bath, Ji Wenjin is a person who knows how to enjoy, the area of the bathroom is almost as big as her bedroom, and the smooth and mirror-like bathtub can accommodate at least three people, what is even more surprising is that two of the four walls of the bathroom are equipped with mirrors, Ling Xiyao touched her chin with interest, but she didn't expect Ji Wenjin, who usually looks serious, to be so narcissistic and sullen in private.

When the hot water was put down, she couldn't wait to take off her clothes and soak in, the warm water caressed her body, it was very comfortable, and the water seemed to put some kind of soothing incense, she began to fall asleep, I don't know how long later, the massage device automatically started, gently massaging the shoulders, neck and back, she hummed comfortably.

At this time, a burning breath hit his ear: "Are you comfortable?"

Ling Xiyao happily hooked the corners of her mouth and hummed a few times in satisfaction to answer.

The voice rang out again: "Then it's my turn now."

Before she could understand what was going on, a pair of big hands roamed up on her body, and the tingling sensation made her instinctively twist her body to dodge, giggle in her mouth, and suddenly wake up from drowsiness.

The troublemaker was unwilling to let her go, and continued to attack the sensitive place, and soon the laughter turned into a shallow moan, Xu has not been intimate for a long time, Xu is taste of water and milk is too wonderful, both of them are a little restrained, and it lasts for a long time before stopping, fortunately, the bathtub has a constant temperature function, and the water has been maintained at a comfortable temperature.

"Where's the son?" After the incident, Ling Xiyao remembered her baby.

Ji Wenjin stroked her wet hair and replied, "I'm asleep."

"Didn't make a fuss?"

"Nope." The tone is categorical, as for those harsh conditions, don't mention it.