The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Little girls deserve the best things in this world.

Even if it is the throne, Ji Chenghuai can afford it.

It's just that the little girl obviously doesn't have much interest in power.

But the younger brother is still a real brother, who needs to be protected.

Therefore, Ji Chenghuai will also guard it seriously.

As for those who covet.

They dare to come, Ji Chenghuai's dungeon is ready to welcome them anytime.

"Has the den been destroyed?" Ji Chenghuai asked casually while feeding Wen Ling after reading the dark presentation.

She is not afraid to say this kind of private matter in front of Wen Ling.

The problem is, Wen Ling has no interest at all, and is complaining to 233 at the moment, the porridge is really not very good.

"Hey, I missed my benefactor when I was young, and cooked porridge for me." Wen Ling sighed at this time.

233 is also extremely helpless about this: "In that world, it is because of the villain and his youthful experiences that he has to stand up on his own. The big villain in the world is that he has a bad experience when he was young, but why do we need him to do it now?"

Speaking of this, 233 sighed helplessly, and continued: "Let's talk about it, the cook of the Prince Regent's Mansion, although his craftsmanship is good, but things like cooking white porridge... Hey, anyone cooks the same, but it depends on who cooks it." It's even harder to drink."

The little ginseng essence opened her mouth reluctantly, and took another mouthful of the tasteless white porridge.

"Don't like it?" Before hearing the news from the hidden guard, Ji Chenghuai asked Wen Ling first.

I always feel that the little girl has lost energy since she had breakfast, and she seems not very satisfied with the food.

Afraid that the little girl would be picky, Ji Chenghuai thought about it, and his tone softened a lot: "In the temple, it may be lighter, plus your body is still weak now, so you can't make up for it, you have to take your time .”

Otherwise, Ji Chenghuai wouldn't care if he committed any offense or broke any precepts in the temple.

If after death, there are really things like karma to feed back, then let these all feed back to him.

He wasn't afraid of these things, he just didn't want the little girl to suffer.

But An Er said, you can't make up too much, you have to moisten things silently, take your time.

Otherwise, after mending it, the false fire will be on the head, and Wen Ling will be the one who suffers.

"I want a hug." Wen Ling wasn't picky about the food, but just stretched out her hand, looking pitiful.

Wen Ling's complexion is not very good now, she is a little pale, at this time when she shows a wronged expression, Ji Chenghuai's heart is filled with murderous aura for some reason.

At this time, An Liu replied honestly: "Return to the master, it has been smashed, and all the people have been caught, these people..."

Diablo wanted to ask how to deal with these people.

Ji Chenghuai didn't have any tyrannical thoughts at first, but seeing Wen Ling's aggrieved expression, the darkness in his heart couldn't be suppressed no matter what.

When he spoke again, his voice was deep and cold: "Take me to the dungeon, I will go back and interrogate myself."

An Liu directly slapped Ji Ling, and the other dark guards who were guarding secretly also felt a chill on the back of their necks.

I have to say that the lives of these people are really hard.

Let Ji Chenghuai personally interrogate them?

It is estimated that blood will flow into rivers in the dungeon again.

At most they would use torture, but Ji Chenghuai's method was much more terrifying.