The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

"Lingling..." Feeling that the idea of ​​restraining the soul is getting better and better, Rong Zixian's eyes gradually darkened.

The little girl in her arms had already fallen into a deep sleep, she didn't have the slightest consciousness, and she didn't even know that the dangerous black hand had slowly reached out to her celestial spirit cover.

For some reason, his cold fingers had already touched Wen Ling's forehead, but Rong Zixian felt a little bit regretful at the last second.

It cannot be said to be regret, but hesitation.

It was this second of hesitation that made Rong Zixian just lightly press Wen Ling's forehead in the end, but he was still not very reconciled in his heart.

Rong Zixian called Wen Ling's name heavily.

The very intimate word "Lingling".

The slightly hoarse voice, in this dark night, sounded like the magic voice of hell.

After ordinary girls hear it, they are probably so frightened that they pass out on the spot.

But Wen Ling, who was sleeping, didn't notice any of this.

Even because he was a benefactor, Wen Ling didn't defend himself, so he just fell asleep unsuspectingly.

In a daze, it seemed that someone was calling his name.

And this familiar breath, Wen Ling knew that it was a benefactor.

"Well, I'm here." Wen Ling murmured, but in fact she was not conscious at all, and just responded in a low voice.

Somewhat vague.

If it wasn't for Rong Zixian's extremely high cultivation level, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hear clearly.

After receiving the little girl's response, Rong Zixian felt a strange sweetness that even he didn't understand.

So, what kind of mental journey is this?

Rong Zixian didn't understand, he had never had feelings before, nor had he personally felt them.

So, now, he has no idea about this strange feeling, and he is even a little flustered.

However, after all, he was still an old demon cultivator for many years, so he was flustered, but his face didn't show a single bit, and his hands pressed Wen Ling's forehead without shaking.

The cold fingers moved back and forth there, as if they were looking for the most suitable strike position.

"Stay by my side forever, okay?" Rong Zixian asked in a low voice, his hoarse voice, like a spell to urge his life, dissipated in the wind bit by bit with the night breeze.

But it was only in the enchantment that there was a slight evening breeze.

Outside the enchantment, there is still a piece of Enron, which is not affected at all.

This is his own little girl, how could Rong Zixian be willing to share half of it with outsiders.

Especially, at this time, the little girl, half asleep and half awake, is really charming.

When she spoke just now, her voice was soft and soft with a bit of seductive hoarseness.

That kind of hoarseness is different from my own voice that has been badly trained due to exercises.

The little girl's muteness is provocative and sexy, and it makes his heart move.

And his voice, even he himself hates it.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian gently moved close to Wen Ling's forehead, cold lips, and slowly dropped a shallow kiss on it, accompanied by a hoarse voice: "Never betray, OK?"

"Hmm." Wen Ling in her sleep didn't know anything at all, she just subconsciously responded, then stretched her arms around Rong Zixian's neck, found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep again .

Looking at the unsuspecting, even soft and delicious little girl in his arms, Rong Zixian slowly loosened the hand that had already been tightened.

It was almost there again, just a little bit away, and he made a move, destroying the opponent's sky spirit cover, and then reborn his soul.