The Villain Husband is Online to Raise the Ginseng

Rong Zixian has a lot of spiritual fruits in his sleeves.

There were not many low-level ones in the past, but this thing is not difficult to find.

After Wen Ling fell asleep last night, Rong Zixian made a paper man to keep watch, and quietly went out to pick some back.

Put it in a good brocade box and put it in the pocket of the sleeve, and it is well preserved.

He didn't want Wen Ling to go downstairs and eat in such a mess.

For dinner, Rong Zixian and Wen Ling ate spiritual fruit in their room.

"Want to eat Lingmi?" Rong Zixian still had some Lingmi in his space, not too much, but enough for Wenling to eat.

And they are all low-grade Ling rice, the kind that Wen Ling can eat without any problem.

"You still have this kind of thing?" Wen Ling was already very pleasantly surprised after eating the fruit.

Now when I heard that there was Lingmi, I was shocked.

"You, you, you didn't do anything bad, did you? Where did you come from?" Wen Ling's voice was soft, even if he said suspicious and reproachful words, it would not make people angry.

At least, Rong Zixian would not.

"Does Lingling want to live in another place?" Hearing that Lingling finally asked this question, Rongzi was slightly relieved.

After deliberating for a while, he finally asked a question.

"Another place?" Wen Ling didn't expect that Rong Zixian would reveal his identity so early?

After thinking about it, maybe it was the conflict with Yu Sijiao and the others just now that stimulated Rong Zixian.

After all, Rong Zixian's status in Changpingzong was pitifully humble.

Originally, he just wanted to do things, he didn't need a high-ranking status, it was best to do things secretly.

But now, he couldn't bear the humble feeling brought by this low-level status.

He didn't care about it himself, but he didn't want to wrong Wen Ling.

It's different when he returns to the Demon Clan, he is the young master of the Demon Clan.

Although the Demon King is still there, the so-called father is now terrified and afraid of Rong Zixian.

The other elders were even more in awe of Rong Zi.

As Wen Ling is his partner, these people will only respect Wen Ling even more in the future, in order to curry favor with Rong Zixian.

In another place, with a different status, the little girl no longer has to be angry with these idlers.

Rong Zixian felt very good, but he was still a little worried.

After all, his own race has a name that shames the decency: Demon Race.

"Another place? Where is it?" Wen Ling asked puzzledly, the bottom of her shining eyes was full of curious light.

Rong Zixian was a little speechless, such a clean little girl, is she really going to bring her back to the Demon Race?

But without saying anything, Rong Zixian would not be able to keep Wen Ling here to be wronged.

Thinking of this, Rong Zixian lowered his voice, and moved closer to Wen Ling's ear. It was obviously a hoarse voice that wasn't pleasant to hear, but it made Rong Zixian say love words: "How about the demons?"

Afraid that Wen Ling would disagree, Rong Zixian quickly continued: "Over there, no one can bully you, you can be superior, no one dares to question you, let alone trip you up, where you are, absolutely king of the

Aren't they the king, Rong Zixian is the king, Wen Ling is the tip of his heart, so naturally he is also the king.

"Ah?" Wen Ling was stunned, Rong Zixian's showdown was too fast, did he trust himself enough, or did he have to do it in advance because of distress?

Isn't he afraid that he will expose him when he hears that the demons are shameless?

Wen Ling raised her head to look at Rong Zixian slightly in a daze, her small ears brushed Rong Zixian's cold lips lightly and passed over.

Warmth and coldness collided in an instant, and Rong Zixian's eyes suddenly darkened.