The girl's body has the medicinal fragrance of the Nine Turns Back Soul Pill, the Nine Turns Back Soul Pill, only the alchemist of the Holy Transformation Period can refine the finished product, and this woman is by no means only able to refine the Nine Turns Back Soul Pill, it seems that even the Nine Star Qi Gathering Pill can be refined, because the girl has the medicinal fragrance of the Nine Star Qi Gathering Pill in her body, and this medicinal fragrance is only available to people who have taken this pill for a long time, this woman may not be able to cultivate, so she can take this pill, but, the strange thing is that this female dantian does not gather qi, and cannot absorb the energy of the pill, over time, these pills are integrated into the girl's blood, so that the girl's blood has the medicinal effect of the Nine Star Qi Gathering Pill, and the body fragrance on her body also exudes。

As if he had discovered a rare treasure, Ling Aotian looked at the girl with burning eyes, and said with a smile: "Girl, do you want your father-in-law to become a human? You are so kind, you must not want your father-in-law to be a fox, right?"

Shangguan Linghu smiled sweetly: "Old man, my father-in-law is afraid that you will abduct me, so he said that he will not go down the mountain before he becomes a human, don't bother with it, this is breakfast, please use it slowly, I have to hurry up and take care of my father-in-law!"

Ling Aotian was so aggrieved, watching the girl leave with an empty plate, sitting down by herself, looking at a table of delicious food, she lost her appetite.

Murong Feihu saw the girl coming towards him with a smile, and the corners of her lips hooked slightly.

"Lady, I'm tired!" The beautiful voice was sent into Shangguan Linghu's heart like a spring breeze.

Shangguan Linghu sometimes wonders: If this white fox becomes a man, will it be as beautiful as his voice?

In her mind, from time to time, a soft man's face flashed, she had secretly drawn it and was seen by Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing: Mother, this doesn't seem to be your father-in-law, your father-in-law should be like this.

Xiaoqing also drew the appearance of another teenager, but no matter how Shangguan Linghu compared it with the white fox in front of him, it was still not the one he drew that matched better.

Xiaoqing just felt it, and then, she didn't compare the two paintings again, but just put the two paintings into the space and hung them in the bedroom, looking at them occasionally, hoping to think of something.

"Xianggong, let's go, let's go have breakfast!" Shangguan Linghu came back to his senses, took Murong Feihu's arm, and went to the restaurant.

On the long table in the dining room, the nine children sat there in a regular manner, looking at the breakfast placed in front of them, none of them dared to move the chopsticks, they strictly abided by the rules of their mothers, and sat there quietly waiting for Murong Feihu and Shangguan Linghu to sit down.

One man and one fox came to the long table and sat down in turn.

is in the right position, it is Murong Feihu.

On the left hand side sat Shangguan Linghu and four little female babies, and on the right hand side sat five male dolls.

Murong Feihu hooked his lips, picked up the spoon on the table and spoke: "Lady, children, let's have breakfast!"

Shangguan Linghu smiled lightly, this feeling is really happy.

When several children heard Murong Feihu's words, they all said in unison: "Thank you, father, mother!"

Nine children eat breakfast quietly.

Murong Feihu enjoyed the process very much.

Looking at the warm scene in front of him, the old man who came quietly suddenly stopped, stood at the door of the restaurant from afar, and watched quietly.

What does it feel like to be a family, so warm?

Ling Aotian never thought that one day he would be moved to tears by this moment, turned around, and was about to leave.

Shangguan Linghu, who heard the movement, put down the spoon in his hand, chased Ling Aotian out of the restaurant, chased him to the hall, and stopped.

"Old man, please stay!" Shangguan Linghu's tone was a little eager, and his tone was slightly high.

Shangguan Linghu stood there, looking at the old man's feet ready to step out.

Ling Aotian was stunned, came back to his senses after a long time, withdrew the foot that stepped out of the door, stood still, and turned around.

"Girl, what's the matter with old decay?" Ling Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with some puzzlement.

Shangguan Linghu stepped forward shyly, stretched out his hand, grabbed the old man's arm and said: "Old man, I know you feel uncomfortable, but you still have to eat, you didn't eat a drop of water yesterday, if you are hungry and your body is hungry, where is the energy to refine the Nine Turns Back Soul Pill, you can't practice the Nine Turns Back Soul Pill for a day, you feel uncomfortable, you eat a good meal, I'll give you another discussion about the formula of the Nine Turns Back Soul Pill, okay?"

Ling Aotian was slightly shocked in his heart, how could this girl know that he wanted to return to the Soul Pill for the Nine Transformations, the Nine Transformations Soul Pills that had been refined over the years seemed to be missing something, and they were always unsatisfactory, and now, Murong Xiao had been in a coma for four years because he had transferred the ruthless Gu on Nangong Ling Xiao's body to himself, and now, relying on the Nine Transformations Soul Pill to continue his life, and the Nine Transformations Soul Pills he refined were not as good as the few that Nangong Cheng took four years ago, without the herbs of the Soul Returning Grass, the medicinal properties were greatly reduced, and it could only maintain Murong Xiao's life, so as not to lose his breath, this time he returned to the Spirit Mountain, just to pray to the master to reward a few Soul Rejuvenation Grasses, but he didn't expect the master to say that there was no Soul Returning Grass in the world at all, Murong Xiao was already exhausted, and he was also a wisp of ghost when he was alive.

Ling Aotian didn't believe it, he had been chasing the descendants of the woman all his life, and he couldn't just let her descendants die like this.

Shangguan Linghu pursed his lips and looked at the old man with blinking eyes.

Ling Aotian was unconsciously held by the girl's arm and walked into the restaurant.

Several children had finished breakfast, and at this moment, they all went to the kitchen with the empty plates in front of them, and after putting the dishes in the dishwasher, they quickly left, and the train stayed, wiped the table, and brought a fresh and steaming breakfast from the kitchen and put it opposite the table where Shangguan Linghu was sitting.

Ling Aotian was pressed into a chair.

"Old man, people are iron, rice is steel, a meal is not hungry, especially breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day, these are fresh, all made of high-quality spiritual spring water porridge, excellent nutrition, please taste!" Shangguan Linghu put the plate in front of the old man in a heart shape.

The exquisite breakfast exudes an enticing aroma.

Ling Aotian suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and looked at Murong Feihu, who was still eating breakfast slowly at the moment, with the corner of his eye, and found that Murong Feihu didn't even look at him, but enjoyed eating the millet porridge in front of him, as if there was something particularly sweet in the porridge.

Ling Aotian took a deep breath, picked up the soup spoon in front of him, scooped a small spoonful of millet porridge, and put it in his mouth.

The temperature of millet porridge is moderate, neither hot nor cold, and an unprecedented fragrance suddenly fills the tip of the tongue, and then transmits to the throat and stomach.

One scoop, two scoops.......

Ling Aotian thought that he was a master of all the delicacies in the world, but now, a small bowl of millet porridge actually captured his stomach.

Immediately afterwards, a basket of xiaolongbao, a plate of crystal shrimp dumplings, and a small bowl of seaweed egg drop soup were all swept away by Ling Aotian.

"How is it?" Shangguan Linghu looked at Ling Aotian with slightly bright eyes, and his little face was full of anticipation.

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