Wan Ling'er's purity, is to like is to like, not to like is not to like the pure, she wants to hide, but she never knows how to hide it.

With Wan Ling'er, there is no intrigue, no iron-blooded killing, and the simplicity of Wan Ling'er's tendons is like a healing elixir, treating Zhao Yuan's damaged soul.

Wan Linger slept.

Wan Ling'er herself didn't know when she fell asleep, she was playing with the spars, constantly changing angles to shoot all kinds of light, playing and playing, and fell asleep on Zhao Yuan's knees.

Zhao Yuan looked at Wan Ling'er on his knees with a wry smile, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there were still people in the world who could sleep in such a position.

Wan Ling'er's face was a little baby fat, and her long eyelashes occasionally moved, like a fairy tale princess.

Zhao Yuan was like a sculpture, maintaining a completely static state, he didn't dare to move, for fear of waking up Wan Ling'er who was in a sweet dream. At this moment, Zhao Yuan didn't have the slightest thought in his heart, just quietly looked at Wan Ling'er on his knees.

Wan Linger drooled.

Zhao Yuan's knees were wet, and then, Wan Ling'er seemed to be a little uncomfortable, or hoping to find a warm place, adjusted her sleeping position, and her whole head arched towards Zhao Yuan's arms, arching and arching, her head squeezed into Zhao Yuan's arms, and the whole person fell on Zhao Yuan's lap......

......

Zhao Yuan smiled and entered the "quiet" state of the realm of brute force, everything in heaven and earth became quiet, and there was a different kind of noise in the quiet, he could feel the sound of the occasional droplets of water dripping from the cave wall, and he could also feel the sound of mice running along the cave wall, and he also felt the sound of Wan Ling'er's belly cooing, as well as the sound of dreams......

The good times are always short.

Zhao Yuan likes this kind of tranquility, likes this kind of serenity, and likes the dreamy light emitted by the spar under the firelight.

If there is no blood feud, Zhao Yuan hopes that time will stay at this moment forever.

"Hmm......" Wan Ling'er moved in Zhao Yuan's arms, and Zhao Yuan woke up.

Wan Ling'er opened her eyes, she saw Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan also looked at him, and the two looked at each other.

"Am I asleep?" Wan Ling'er was still a little confused, not realizing that she was still in Zhao Yuan's arms.

"Hmm. ”

"How long?"

"Two hours. ”

"Two hours...... Yes...... I...... I...... I sleep on you?" Wan Ling'er's body bounced up like a spring, and she looked at Zhao Yuan with a frightened expression.

"Hmm. ”

"I ...... I...... Am I drooling?" Wan Ling'er wiped the corners of her mouth, her face angry and ruined.

"......" Zhao Yuan looked stunned, and subconsciously glanced at his knees.

"How will I see people in the future......" Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan's expression, and immediately saw Zhao Yuan's soaked clothes on his knees, carrying the Ice Divine Sword, circling around Zhao Yuan, looking like a murderer.

"It's not the first time ......" Zhao Yuan thought of the last time Wan Ling'er massaged him and slept on him, and he also drooled, and muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing...... It's already dark, let's go, your father is still waiting for your hedron to heal. Zhao Yuan hurriedly changed the topic, no matter how stupid he was, he would not be stupid enough to discuss her drooling with a woman, with Wan Ling'er's character, he might be able to do something to kill people.

"Yes, yes, go fast, go fast. ”

Wan Ling'er is such a tendon, after Zhao Yuan changed the topic, he immediately forgot about his shame and hurriedly urged.

"Well, I'll clean up first. ”

Zhao Yuan checked the neighborhood to see if there were any personal belongings that revealed their identities, and after carefully checking it, the two of them took off the sword out of the hole, and outside the hole, it was already dark.

The two did not ramble, and in order to avoid being discovered, they flew away from Xiaoyang Mountain at a low altitude along the woods.

In less than half an hour, the two arrived at the Wanjia compound.

This time, Zhao Yuan did not evade, and went directly to the West Courtyard with Wan Ling'er, when the two pushed open the hall, Chen was in a daze alone with his forehead on his forehead, and the dim candlelight made Chen look as if he was a teenager and more and more haggard.

Chen may have been preoccupied and a little slow to react, Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er pushed the door in, but they didn't notice it.

During this time, the Chen family can be said to be living in torment, she has contacted many large households to sell the real estate of Wanjia, but because of the turmoil of the victims, some large households in Xujiaqiao have suffered huge losses, especially the Ma family and the Xiao family, although they are willing to lend a hand, but they are not able to catch it.

Time is running out.

The doctor at Shenlong Mountain said that if he couldn't find nine spars within a week, Wan Ziyu would have no hope of living.

Now, the Chen family is not only facing the problem of money, but more importantly, the best spars, even if Wanjia raises enough funds, it is impossible to acquire nine superlative spars within a week.

Although Chen is not a cultivator, she and Wan Ziyu get along day and night, and between their ears and eyes, they also know some things in the cultivation realm, which is naturally the preciousness of the best spar of the Dao.

In this world, most of the problems can be solved with money, but this rule does not apply to the cultivation realm, some of the items used by cultivators cannot be measured by money at all, and the best spar itself is a consumable, Wan Ziyu Pingsu wants to get a piece of the best spar is even more difficult, not to mention that now it costs nine pieces at a time, and its difficulties can be imagined.

Chan was so anxious that she didn't even notice that her precious daughter had been missing for a day.

"Mom, I'm back. Wan Ling'er jumped into Chen's arms with joy.

"Oh...... Come back......" Chen touched his good daughter uncontrollably, and suddenly found that Zhao Yuan was standing not far away, his face changed, "What are you doing here?"

"......" Zhao Yuan knew that he couldn't explain clearly, so he simply remained silent.

"Mom!" Wan Ling'er wrapped her arms around Chen's neck with disgust.

"Your father is dying, and you still ...... Also ......"

The strong Chen finally broke out with long-suppressed emotions, hugged Wan Ling'er, and tears rained down. In the future, she can only rely on her baby daughter for her life, and this daughter is not angry, but when her father is dying, she is thinking about messing with a long-term worker, which makes her sad.

"Mom, Dad won't die, look, what is this?"

Wan Ling'er broke free from the Chen clan and poured the spar in the leather bag on the table.

"Ah......h

"Mom, it's all true, you're not dreaming. ”

"Am I not dreaming, am I not dreaming?" Chen shivered, stretched out his trembling arm, and gently placed it on the spar, but he didn't dare to fall, for fear that it would all be an illusion.

"Mom, you touch, you're not dreaming, it's all true, Dad is saved!"

Wan Ling'er picked up a spar and placed it in Chen's trembling hands.

Chen carefully touched the brilliant spar, and her straight gaze gradually regained her brilliance, and now, she was sure that she was not dreaming.

"Ling'er, let's save your father, quick!" Chen had something in his heart, and quickly recovered from the shock, swept the spar on the table into his skin, and happily pulled Wan Ling'er towards the secret room.

"Mom......" Wan Ling'er didn't move.

"Come on, too. Chen was stunned, then understood, and glanced at Zhao Yuan.

PS: It's almost a little bit to be able to rush to the new book list, but there is nothing you can do, but the blood of domineering is still boiling, and it is better to kill and die on the battlefield than to steal a life.