Chapter 41

When Wu Ruo sees that black Xuan Yi has eaten one piece after another, he stops quickly: "we will go to bed soon. It's easy to accumulate food if we eat too much. It's good to taste one piece of each piece, and we will eat the rest until tomorrow."

After tasting a piece of cake, black Xuan Yi puts down his chopsticks and takes a rest. Wu Ruo asks Shi Yuan and Shi Yi to massage his loose bones and relax.

When sleeping, Shi Yuan takes off the robe for Wu Ruo and leaves the room.

If Wu Ruo doesn't lie on the bed directly, he turns to the black Xuan Yi who just came in and says, "I'll undress you."

Black Xuan Yi looks at his round stomach resting on his abdomen, and then looks at the way he stretches out his fat hand to untie his robe awkwardly. The corners of his mouth slightly rise.

Wuruo took off his inner garment for him and breathed out: "I'm too fat to squat down. You take off your pants."

Then he lay down in the bed.

Black Xuan Yi slowly takes off his pants, lies on the bed, looks at Wu ruotan and says, "say it."

He must have something to ask of him.

As soon as his eyes brightened, he waited for him.

He quickly turned over and asked, "I heard the corpse say you can make magic tools?"

He didn't know that black Xuan Yi could make magic tools.

"Well." Black Xuan Yi thought that the other night, his wife thought he said little, so she asked him more: "do you want to make magic weapons?"

"Yes." "Are you free to help?" asked Wuruo

"Yes, how many do you want to make?"

Wu ruo's eyes flashed a little embarrassed: "quite a lot."

Black hill Yi did not answer the question, waiting for his next.

"I want to use all the materials in the dowry you sent and the gifts you sent some time ago." Wuruo turns over and lies on his back: "lest the people of Wujia always remember what you sent."

There are also precious herbs. He also needs master's help to refine them into pills.

Black Xuan Yi picks his eyebrows. There are a lot of materials he sends. If only he can refine them all by himself, at least after the new year.

Seeing that he was silent, Wu Ruo asked, "is there a little bit more? If you can't do so much alone, I'll find another master of magic weapons to help you. "

"It takes a new year to finish refining all the materials," said Heishan Yi

"It's more than two months before my elder brother goes out to practice, as long as he does well before he goes to practice."

Black Xuan Yi doesn't speak any more. He puts his hand on his abdomen, rubs it, and transfers a little spiritual power into his body.

"Thank you." After Wu ruo's awkward thanks, he coughed uneasily and asked, "I heard Wu's family say that xizha opera garden has become a ruin. Did your people do it?"

"Well." Black Xuan Yi patted his elastic stomach.

Wu Ruo ignored his action and praised: "well done. Next time I dare to write opera with our work, and then I will open their theater."

Who let the people of the theatre write stories for people's entertainment at will? What's excessive is that the content of the stories is not only too far fetched, but also bad reputation. And what makes him most happy is that after xizha theater has become a ruin, a large amount of silver will be deducted from the account book of the South courtyard to rebuild the theater. His eldest uncle will surely be upset about the silver until he can't sleep at night. Unfortunately, they can't do damage as often as they do to the theater. Otherwise, his father, the Third Master of the South courtyard, will suffer.

Black Xuan Yi takes back her hand and sleeps with her eyes closed.

Wuruo turned to look at him.

The dark candle lights up black Xuan Yi's face. The black scales on his face are very gloomy and horrible. I don't know how, but he really wants to touch this face.

After staring at him for a long time, Wu Ruo reaches out to poke the scales on black Xuan Yi's face. The hard scale makes him feel very bad.

Suddenly, black Xuan Yi opens her eyes.

Wu Ruo was surprised, hurriedly took back his hand, turned over and turned his back to him.

Hei Xuanyi: "..."