The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 891: Well, don’t go
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I didn’t notice the scarlet red in Jimoya’s eyes, which flashed by.
Jimoya kept his eyes fixed like this, fixedly looking at the sleeping phantom face, expressionless for a while, stiff and indifferent for a while, tender and pampered for a while…
Finally, he closed his eyes and held her tighter.
At this moment, a spirit crane appeared in front of him.
Few numbers: Young master, the task is completed, and I can’t ask the person behind the scenes, the remaining one will follow it, and the rest will be eliminated…
Jimoya turned Linghe into ashes, and the anger in his eyes faded a lot.
Okay, he wants to see who has eaten the bear heart and leopard courage and dared to deal with his woman like this in secret.
I better hope it’s not his mother, Madam Ru…
Otherwise, the love between mother and child will end here.
But by intuition, it should not be Mrs. You. Mrs. Yu has taken an oath. If she breaks the oath, her cultivation level will be greatly reduced. Mrs. Yourself regards the cultivation level as more important than life, heavier than him, no Will commit the risk.
Who is it that would use such a vicious and disgusting means?
Let him find out, she must be unable to survive and die.
An icy violent violent radiated from his body, and the blood seemed to be surging with magical intent, making him crazy, making him manic…
At this moment, the half-dream and half-awake phantom Qingyan seemed to have had a nightmare, and she tightly grasped Jimoya’s robe, “I don’t have it, I’m innocent, I don’t, believe me… Jimoya… …Don’t go…”
Jimoya’s heart that almost ran away, calmed down.
This girl was very frightened, and she was deeply affectionate in her heart.
But his eyes were full of obscurity. He put on her clothes and patted her shoulder gently, “Well, don’t go, go to sleep.”
The voice is as spring breeze and elegant as ever.
The matter was revealed, never mentioned again, and it didn’t remind her.
No matter what, he didn’t want to lose her.
No one is allowed to hurt her again.
Three or five days later, Huan Qingyan’s mental strength has recovered, and her injuries have almost recovered.
The Flying Cloud Speed Car is still flying in the sky.
Fantasy Qingyan entered the space to make a big table of delicious food for Jimoya, and the same was presented in front of Jimoya.
Steamed coco prawns, casserole tree sacred mushrooms, flower butterfly spirit milk soup, Xuanyu Zhenling crisp, silver wing Buddha brown glutinous rice porridge, Tian Luolong sprouts, honey lamb ribs, sand gull stewed black pearl flowers, storm purple bamboo and bamboo tube rice …
All of them are new varieties of spirit dishes researched by Huan Qingyan.
Jimoya tasted it, and the corners of his lips curled up, his eyes flashed with admiration, “It tastes good, and the spiritual value is so high! Xiaoyan, a lot of progress!”
Huan Qingyan was praised, and a smile appeared on her face, “Here is also my newly brewed honey fruit wine, you drink…”
As soon as Jimo Ya opened the jug, he smelled a clear and sweet wine.
Already had a sense of surprise, and then poured a small cup out, took a sip, and immediately stretched his eyebrows a bit.
“Good wine! Such a small cup has at least a thousand points of aura, and it has the effect of nourishing the heart and lungs. It is indeed a rare good thing.” At this point, Jimo Ya said again, “The last hundred altars Linggu wine is selling well. It is said that they are all short-selling. If you have time to make more wines, if you have more money to sell, it will definitely be more popular.”
Yuan Qingyan smiled, “Okay! There is no problem with how much Linggu wine is made, but this honey fruit wine is less. The honey fruit tree only blooms once in ten years, and there are only more than 100 honey fruit bees. It is estimated that it will take a few years. , There is a lot of honey fruit wine.”