Wan Ling'er's purity means she likes it if she likes it, and doesn't like it if she doesn't like it. She wants to hide it, but she never knows how to hide it.
With Wan Ling'er, there was no intrigue, no iron-blooded killing. Wan Ling'er's simplicity was like a dose of healing medicine, healing Zhao Yuan's damaged soul.
Wan Ling'er fell asleep.
Wan Ling'er herself didn't know when she fell asleep. She played with the spar, constantly changing the angles to emit various rays of light. After playing with it, she fell asleep leaning on Zhao Yuan's knees.
Zhao Yuan looked at Wan Ling'er on his knees with a wry smile. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there were people in the world who could sleep in such a position.
Wan Ling'er's face was flushed with baby fat, and her long eyelashes occasionally moved, just like the princess in the fairy tale.
Like a sculpture, Zhao Yuan remained completely still. He did not dare to move for fear of waking up Wan Ling'er, who was having a sweet dream. At this moment, Zhao Yuan did not have the slightest thought in his heart, and just looked at the ball on his knee quietly.
Wan Linger.
Wan Ling'er is drooling.
The clothes on Zhao Yuan's knees were all wet. Then, Wan Ling'er seemed a little uncomfortable or wanted to find a warm place. He adjusted his sleeping position and arched his head towards Zhao Yuan's arms. He arched his head.
Squeezing into Zhao Yuan's arms, the whole person lay on Zhao Yuan's lap...
…
Zhao Yuan smiled and entered the "quiet" state of the realm of brute force. Everything in the world became quiet, and there was a different kind of noise in the quiet. He could feel the sound of water droplets occasionally dripping from the cave wall, and he could also feel
He also felt the sound of mice running along the cave wall, the growling sound in Wan Ling'er's belly, and the sound of talking in his sleep...
Good times are always short.
Zhao Yuan liked this tranquility, this tranquility, and the dreamy light emitted by the crystal under the firelight.
If there was no blood feud, Zhao Yuan hoped that time would stay at this moment forever.
"Well..." Wan Ling'er moved in Zhao Yuan's arms, and Zhao Yuan woke up.
Wan Ling'er opened her eyes and saw Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan also looked at him, and the two looked at each other.
"Am I asleep?" Wan Ling'er was still a little confused and didn't realize that she was still in Zhao Yuan's arms.
"Um."
"how long?"
"Two hours, maybe."
"Two hours...ah...I...I...I slept on top of you?" Wan Ling'er's body bounced up like a spring, looking at Zhao Yuan with a horrified expression.
"Um."
"I...I...am I drooling?" Wan Ling'er wiped the corners of his mouth with a look of exasperation on his face.
"..." Zhao Yuan looked stunned and subconsciously glanced at his knees.
"How will I meet people in the future..." Wan Ling'er saw Zhao Yuan's expression, and immediately saw Zhao Yuan's clothes soaked on his knees. He was holding the Ice Divine Sword and circling around Zhao Yuan, looking like he was killing people.
appearance.
"It's not the first time..." Zhao Yuan muttered in a low voice as he thought about the last time Wan Ling'er massaged him and slept on him, drooling all over him.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing...it's already dark. Let's go. Your father is still waiting for your crystal stone to heal his wounds." Zhao Yuan quickly changed the subject. No matter how stupid he was, he would not be so stupid as to discuss with a woman and make her drool.
With Wan Ling'er's character, it is possible that he could kill someone and silence him.
"That's right, walk quickly, walk quickly."
Wan Ling'er is such a stubborn person. After Zhao Yuan changed the topic, he immediately forgot about his embarrassing incident and hurriedly urged.
"Well, let me clean up first."
Zhao Yuan checked the area to see if there were any personal belongings that could reveal his identity. After checking carefully, the two of them drove their flying swords out of the cave. It was indeed dark outside the cave.
The two of them didn't say anything. In order to avoid being discovered, they flew away from Xiaoyang Mountain at low altitude through the woods.
In less than half an hour, the two of them arrived at Wanjia Courtyard.
This time, Zhao Yuan did not avoid it, and went directly to the west courtyard with Wan Ling'er. When the two pushed out the hall, Mrs. Chen was sitting alone with her forehead in a daze. The dim candlelight made Mrs. Chen look as if she was more than ten years older.
haggard.
Mrs. Chen might have been preoccupied and her reaction was a little slow. Zhao Yuan and Wan Ling'er pushed the door in and didn't even notice.
During this period, Chen's life can be said to be in suffering. She has contacted many large households to sell Wanjia's real estate. However, due to the chaos caused by the disaster victims, some large households in Xujiaqiao suffered huge losses, especially Ma
Although the family and the Xiao family are willing to lend a helping hand, they are unable to do so.
Time is getting tighter and tighter.
The doctor at Shenlong Mountain said that if he could not find all nine crystal stones within a week, Wan Ziyu would have no hope of living.
Now, Chen is not only facing the problem of money, but more importantly, the top quality crystal stones. Even if Wanjia raises enough funds, it is impossible to acquire nine top quality crystal stones in one week.
Although Chen is not a cultivator, she and Wan Ziyu live together day and night, and she also knows some things about the world of cultivation. Naturally, she knows the preciousness of top-quality crystals.
In this world, most problems can be solved with money. However, this rule does not apply in the world of cultivation. Some items used by cultivators cannot be measured by money at all, and the best crystal stones are themselves a
As for consumables, it has always been extremely difficult for Wan Ziyu to obtain a top-quality crystal, not to mention that it costs nine yuan at a time. You can imagine the difficulty.
Mrs. Chen was so worried that she didn't even realize that her precious daughter had been missing for a day.
"Mom, I'm back." Wan Ling'er jumped into Mrs. Chen's arms with joy.
"Oh...I'm back..." Mrs. Chen touched her good daughter absentmindedly, and suddenly found Zhao Yuan standing not far away, with a change of expression on her face, "What are you doing here?"
"..." Zhao Yuan knew that he couldn't explain it in a few words, so he simply remained silent.
"Mom!" Wan Ling'er hugged Mrs. Chen's neck in an angry tone.
"Your father is about to die, and you still...still..."
The strong Mrs. Chen finally burst out of her long-suppressed emotions, hugged Wan Ling'er, and burst into tears. From now on, she could only depend on her precious daughter, and this daughter actually failed to live up to her expectations. Before her death, her father wanted to
Hanging out with a long-term worker made her feel sad.
"Mom, dad won't die. Look, what is this?"
Wan Ling'er broke away from Chen and poured all the crystals in the bag onto the table.
"Ah..." Ms. Chen's whole body was stunned, her tear-filled eyes staring straight at the fascinating crystal stone. Finally, she pinched herself hard to make sure that she was not dreaming.
.
"Mom, this is all true, you are not dreaming."
"Am I not dreaming? Am I not dreaming?" Chen trembled, stretched out his trembling arms, and placed them gently on the spar, but did not dare to put them down, for fear that everything was an illusion.
"Mom, please touch it. You are not dreaming. This is all real. Dad can be saved!"
Wan Ling'er picked up a crystal and placed it in Chen's trembling hand.
Mrs. Chen carefully touched the shining crystal, and her direct gaze gradually regained its luster. Now, she was sure that she was not dreaming.
"Ling'er, let's rescue your father, hurry up!" Chen had something on her mind, and quickly recovered from the shock. She swept all the crystals on the table into her bag, and happily pulled Wan Ling'er towards the secret room.
go.
"Mom..." Wan Ling'er didn't move.
"You come too." Mrs. Chen was startled, then understood and glanced at Zhao Yuan.
PS: I'm just a little bit close to being on the new book list, but I can't do anything about it. However, my blood is still boiling. Kill! It's better to die on the battlefield than to live in an ignoble way.
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