Chapter 70： Others cultivate immortals, I raise animals 17

Wen Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and thought.

The big tail behind him flicked slightly in the air, and there was no answer, and the little girl immediately spoke.

"Oh, by the way, you destroyed my mountain and was picked up by me. That is my beast." The little girl's voice was sweet and she blinked her eyes and lifted him half in the air, serious Said to her.

It is strange to be declared a wave of sovereignty by a little girl who is probably less than one percent of his age.

Wen Jing glanced at Chu Ci with a pair of golden and red eyes, and this time he spoke.

The voice was slightly deep and gorgeous, and a little lazy, and his casual tone matched his soft and cute appearance, which had a strange cuteness.

"Your beast?"

"We have agreed to pay for the meat," Chu Ci was not at all surprised that he was able to vomit this time. The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, the dimples on his cheeks were exposed, and his head was slightly tilted. ."

Wen Jing paused for a moment, and then smiled across his eyes.

In this tone of voice, he wanted to let him pay, he didn't think this little guy was absurd, and even thought she was cute, probably because these eyes were too pure and had a different relationship with others.

Wen Jing thought about it, and heard Chu Ci speak again.

"Your name has not been told to me yet."

Wen Jing jumped out of Chu Ci's hands flexibly, and put himself on the pillow full of Chu Ci's breath, and raised a small head from the fluffy ball, with a little laziness." This is the second time, porcelain treasure, this is Wen Jing."

Does every plane's mission target like this title?

Hearing a familiar name, Chu Ci paused, but didn't delve into it. He turned his head to look at him and thought about it. "The man I saw before I fell asleep should be you?"

Speaking of this, Wen Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, "If you said that you didn't give a surprised reaction at all, when you drilled directly into my arms, it was indeed me."

The little girl was not at all defensive.

Hearing what she had done at the time, Chu Ci still had a slight meal. It was not the shyness that Wen Jing thought the little girl should have. In fact, Chu Ci, who might be older than Wen Jing's plane, tilted his head to take it seriously. I really thought about it, and finally said, "The breath on your body is very comfortable and warm, suitable for sleeping."

Hearing such an evaluation, Wen Jing paused slightly.

Some say he is cool and casual, and some say he is violent and public. Only this warm word has never been said except for her, but it is estimated that she is the only one who dares to say it.

Wen Jing was light, his eyes drooped, hiding the light from his eyes.

‘Wenjing’s love value +2, currently 27. ’

As for, suitable for... sleep?

If it weren't for the little girl's eyes that were calm and pure and innocent, he would really think he was trying to imply something.

After a brief exchange, Chu Ci began to practice again, Wen Jing shrank on Chu Ci’s pillow, and the fresh smell of Chu Ci’s hair lingered on the tip of his nose. Finally, he closed his eyes and quietly recovered himself a little bit. Injury.

When Chu Ci opened her eyes again, she didn't know how long it had passed. She subconsciously looked to the pillow, and the little pile of fluff was shrinking on it, looking a little faint, not very energetic.

His injury did recover very quickly. Looking at the place where he was injured, he couldn't find his original hideous wound without looking carefully.