The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Although the whole body is cold, it does not prevent the little ginseng from appreciating the beauty of its benefactor.

Rong Zixian's appearance is a bit more feminine, and it is difficult for a cultivator to tell his real age, so the other party's current face looks like he is about eighteen or nineteen.

A very young face, somewhat resembling the old Wen Heng, but with a colder temperament than Wen Heng, and more feminine than Ji Chenghuai.

At first glance, I felt that this person was made of ice. Before I got close, I felt that the cold winter was coming.

And those eyes are especially sharp eagle eyes.

Such eyes, fierce, look really scary.

Jian Wenling stood there motionless, still staring at himself shamelessly.

Rong Zixian became inexplicably irritable, and at the same time felt that he should shoot this reckless female cultivator directly to death.

At the same time, I feel that my hand seems to have its own thoughts, it...

He didn't want to lift it up, and even meant that he didn't want to hurt Wen Ling.

This is my hand?

After reacting, Rong Zixian lowered his eyes slightly, staring at his hands, his eyes were gloomy, as if he felt that his hands were not very obedient, and he wanted to change a pair.

It's just that today's world of cultivating immortals doesn't have such a powerful technique. A disused limb can grow a new one. Rong Zixian also knows this.

So chop it off?

keep?

chop off?

...

I was entangled in my own thoughts, and after a long time, I realized that Wen Ling hadn't left yet.

Holding the food box in his hand, he was still looking at himself, even seeing that he didn't respond, and was about to open the food box. From that look, it seemed that he was preparing to eat with him.

"You want me just like that?" Rong Zixian was annoyed by the entangled thoughts in his heart, and now under the irritability, he shot directly.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Wen Ling's neck, and lifted Wen Ling up.

The feeling of feet leaving the ground was inexplicably uncomfortable, and the feeling of suffocation caused by being pinched by the neck was also telling Wen Ling.

The benefactor of this world is indeed a little fucked up.

At this time, Rong Zixian's gaze was as cold as a poisonous snake that has been cats for a whole winter, and Wen Ling was the first prey it found.

Those slender and beautiful hands, but extremely cold hands, are slowly tightening.

He really wanted to kill himself.

"Wow, calm down." 233 was shocked when he saw this scene.

Never expected that the villains in this world are so difficult to deal with.

If you meet for the first time, you will make Wen Ling cold.

Then the task failure is small, 233 is afraid that Wen Ling will leave a terrible psychological shadow, so what should I do?

But it is a weak, pitiful and helpless, but especially able to eat melons.

So what can it do?

It's too difficult, it can't save people.

Seeing that Ling was pinched, he didn't struggle much, and didn't even show any panic on his face, Rong Zixian squinted his eyes.

A pair of eagle eyes narrowed, appearing more indifferent and ruthless, and the voice of the mouth was thick and hoarse: "The skin is a good skin, but unfortunately the soul inside is extremely dirty."

Rong Zixian's voice was not pleasant, it was a bit like rough sandpaper grinding a stone, if it was sharper, it would probably be a bit harsh.

After lifting Wen Ling up, Rong Zixian's hand, which was still tightening, suddenly stopped.

It stopped unconsciously.

Even he himself didn't turn around at the moment.

It has to be said that his hand does have a mind of its own.

Rong Zixian, who didn't react, pulled Wen Ling in front of him.

The faces of the two people are infinitely close.

It's just a pity that such a scene where the four eyes are facing each other is not warm at all, but it reveals a strong murderous look and coldness.