The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Hearing what Rong Zixian said, Wen Ling thought about it, and then said slowly: "It should be quite brittle."

After all, I am still young, with a youthful pink face and firm skin.

Therefore, after being lifted off, it may be quite crisp when made into a fan.

The little girl's voice was very soft, and she spoke very slowly, and there was even a hint of coquettishness in the ending.

There was no tremor in the voice, as if he didn't know the meaning of fear.

The hand that pinches the opponent's neck...

At this time, Rong Zixian came to his senses, his hands did not tighten any more, no wonder he couldn't see the little boy's frightened expression.

"I forgot." Seeing this scene, Rong Zixian felt a little inexplicably annoyed, feeling that his hands seemed to be particularly disobedient today.

And after hearing Wen Ling's voice, his heart was not very calm.

The originally irritable mood suddenly went up and down, sometimes cold, sometimes hot.

It just means that even he himself can't control it.

Such chaotic thoughts disturbed him very much, and he subconsciously tightened his hands.

"Oh, I'm suffocating." Wen Ling felt that Rong Zixian's hand pinching her neck was tightening, and she hurriedly spoke softly.

This voice, in Rong Zixian's opinion, was a dagger wrapped in honey.

It smells delicious and tastes delicious too.

But at the end of the meal, it is a knife that can pierce into your heart.

But because of this voice, my mind was in a trance for a moment, and I couldn't bear it for a moment.

This shouldn't be the emotion he should have.

Since this little thing poisoned him in the morning, this fate is doomed, and he will get it back.

Rong Zixian has a mission, so how could it be so easy because of a good-for-nothing female cultivator?

It is a waste of resources on the mountain to keep people who are useless.

He was kind enough to help Chang Pingzong get rid of a waste material, and let the demons take the blame, isn't he very kind?

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian smiled lowly, his hoarse voice sounded tingly and uncomfortable.

But Wen Ling felt that no matter it was perfect or incomplete, her benefactor was always the best in her eyes.

It's just that the voice is ugly, but it doesn't matter, as long as she listens well.

The other female cultivators have listened to it, and they will come to snatch people.

Lifting her own soft and boneless little hand with a bit of warmth, she gently put it on Rong Zixian's wrist, Wen Ling's voice was still soft.

Rong Zixian didn't even understand why the neck that was strangled by him was deformed, how did the little thing that was about to break make such a clear and pleasant sound?

"If I fan your face, can you let me sleep with you?" Wen Ling can be said to be a real warrior at this time.

From Little Ginseng Jing's point of view, the way to deal with perverts is actually very simple.

It would be nice to be more perverted than him.

Isn't Rong Zixian always turning people into fans and drums?

That's even worse, I still have a last wish to say before I die.

For example...

sleep him! ! !

Rong Zixian never expected that this little thing would dare to provoke him before he died.

The hands subconsciously want to tighten, but the heart doesn't think so.

In other words, his hands and heart could not reach a unified opinion at the moment.

Obviously wanting to tighten up, he directly twisted Wen Ling's neck, but there was no further movement in his hand.