The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

"Nursing Qi Pill, I've only heard about it before, and I only have the chance to eat one once a year." Wen Ling held up the small bottle in her hand happily, with a happy expression on her face.

The bright little expression made Rong Zi envy the darkness in his heart, which slowly dissipated, and his reason finally returned.

Realizing where he was, Rong Zixian froze.

He almost exposed the little girl directly because he wanted to hide the little girl.

Fortunately, the little girl spoke in time.

The bottle of nourishing qi pills in Wen Ling's hand has ten pieces in total, and only the second grade, which is not particularly good.

However, in the world of cultivating immortals, pills are originally rare items, even second-rank pills, and not all monks can refine them.

Especially for outside disciples like Wen Ling, who usually don't see it at all, and who want to eat can only buy it at a high price.

Only during the Zongmen Grand Competition every year, do they have the chance to get one or two coins.

So, Wen Ling got a bottle and was so happy that she almost jumped up.

Of course, 233 dismissed this, and even sneered: "The drama is as good as it gets."

Isn't she a drama star? As far as the grade of the little ginseng essence used to be, would she have used something better?

It's just to win Rong Zixian's pity.

Sure enough, at first Rong Zixian was still annoyed, he almost couldn't control himself.

But when he saw Wen Ling's longing and satisfied eyebrows, Rong Zixian only felt his heart ache suddenly.

His little girl, because of a bottle of second-grade Qi Yang Pill, can be so happy like this, it's really...

The more I think about it, the more distressed I feel, what kind of life was this before.

"Don't worry, there will be better pills in the future." Rong Zixian thought in his heart, the magic pill of the demon race, Wen Ling is not suitable, it has a devilish energy, and it does not match the little girl's skills.

Therefore, he now has to add another task to learn how to make alchemy, and how to make the so-called decent medicine.

He hid the little girl, so he has to be responsible to the little girl.

Give her the best things in the world, and also give her the deepest love in the world.

"Well, I believe you, Zixian." Considering that this is still the main hall and the name behind it, Wen Ling said in a low voice.

After finishing speaking, he took Rong Zixian's arm and rubbed against her like a spoiled child.

"I thought you were inviting me." After feeling Wen Ling's small movements, Rong Zixian's voice became even hoarse.

It seems that there are other emotions in it, which should be a little colored.

233 thought idly, ready to shield himself at any time.

"Then you come and pick it." As a result, Wen Ling was still skinny at this time.

After crossing Ming Road, what are you afraid of?

Get up.

Looking at the little girl's smug expression, it seemed that he was sure that he would not do anything to her here.

"Don't grab your neck, it hurts." Wen Ling saw that Rong Zixian's face was slightly gloomy, and he raised his hands, and immediately hugged his head with both hands, and almost ran away like this.

Hearing that Ling said it was painful, Rong Zixian slowly withdrew the hand that was about to grab the back of his neck.

If you pull yourself like this, the little girl will hurt.

Rong Zixian silently wrote down this in his heart, considering that he was still in the inner sect, it was not easy to be presumptuous after all, Rong Zixian didn't overdo it.

Let Wen Ling hold her arm, and scratch her waist from time to time.

These small actions were settled together at night, and he would never be let go.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian felt that his heart seemed to be wrapped in magma, burning all the way to his limbs, and he still refused to stop.