The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

"It looks like this fruit was given by some awkward people, so even if there is medicine, it is still a trick of the benefactor. Don't tell me, eating this will be very exciting at night, right?" Wen Ling squinted at this time. He squinted his eyes, looking forward to the arrival of night.

Rong Zixian, who was hiding in the dark, looked at this scene, his brows and eyes deepened again.

He overturned all the meals that Wen Ling brought at noon.

He didn't eat it, and Wen Ling didn't even eat it.

Rong Zixian originally didn't want this beam of light that could shine into his dark heart, but after returning home, he tossed and turned, unable to let it go.

For a while, I felt that I should have strangled Wen Ling to death at that time, and it would be over once and for all, so as to save myself the entanglement I am now.

After a while, I felt that Wen Lingzhong didn't have lunch, the little girl was skinny, and her aptitude was so hot, she didn't eat a meal, and the dining hall didn't serve food after a while, so she didn't know what to do if she was hungry?

There are neither monsters nor spirit beasts in the back mountain of Changping Zong. If you want to have an extra meal, there is nowhere to call.

Moreover, all the trees and the like are planted in the back mountain, but fruits are rarely seen.

Even if there were, those nearby would have been targeted long ago. With so many people in the sect, they would have finished picking them long ago.

Even if the little girl wanted to eat, she couldn't get it.

Rong Zixian couldn't lie down in this tangled thought.

Quietly came to Wen Ling's residence.

Originally, they were not far away, but separated by a rockery.

He still had a lot of things in his pocket, and after searching for a long time, he finally found two fruits that could be eaten by such a waste material as Wen Ling.

After taking it out, Rong Zixian's eyebrows deepened a little.

I always feel that I just send the fruit over like this, which is against my own mind.

Even Rong Zixian himself couldn't explain clearly.

Before noon today, when he saw Wen Ling, he felt sick and disgusted, and wished he could strangle her to death with one hand.

One of the reasons why he didn't attack at noon was because there were people at the plantation who knew where he and Wen Ling were.

The other one, naturally, was because of the impatience afterwards.

However, this kind of emotion was impossible to exist before.

Even though he could be ruthless towards himself, he really had never met someone who made him intolerable.

But how could Wen Ling do it?

Obviously, it wasn't like this before?

After Rong Zixian stared at the spiritual fruit in his hand for a long time, the darkness at the bottom of his eyes finally took over everything.

He had no problem giving fruit, but he thought of a more interesting way to play.

Among the demons, he was well versed in the art of refining poison and alchemy, so it is an exaggeration to say that there are hundreds of poisons in his hand.

But there are dozens of them.

Some are not considered poisons, but medicines.

But they are some very interesting medicines.

The little thing gave him medicine in the morning, so at night, shouldn't it be his turn?

"Will you be cute after taking the medicine?" Rong Zixian stared at the fruit for a long time, then smiled sinisterly.

The medicine was infiltrated into the fruit little by little, and seeing the fruit finally recovered, Rong Zixian stared at it coldly for a while, and then gently put the fruit on the window of Wen Ling .

After it was over, I stared at it for a while.

Then turned around and hid in the dark.

After a long time, Wen Ling came out of it.

The hair is very soft, and the soft wind from the window brings up strands of blue hair, which looks very elegant and moving.

Seeing this scene, Rong Zixian's eyes darkened a lot.

Obviously what he should look forward to is whether Wen Ling's face will turn as pink and white as jade after eating the medicinal fruit. It must be very beautiful to peel off such a face and make a fan.

However, seeing Wen Ling tilting her head and staring at the fruit, Rong Zixian's heart had already drifted elsewhere.