C16

In the evening, Ji Lingxiao had prepared another bucket of water for her. The Tan was soaking in it and felt that staying on Earth was not a bad idea.

After taking a bath, he entered the house and discovered that Ji Lingxiao was already lying on the bed.

Ji Lingxiao was startled by the sudden approach of the Tan Wu Huan. He was at a loss for what to do as he saw her hugging him with her eyes closed in satisfaction.

"Ji Lingxiao, although you have a cold face, your heart is still very good. Look at those people in the day, they are all here to thank you. You have already become a great hero."

"So what?"

Ji Lingxiao asked bitterly. Even if he became a good person, he would not be able to wash away the sins he committed.

I just want to tell you, no matter what kind of identity you have or how much fame you have, if you don't forget, you will always be able to survive. In the past, there are still a lot of people who need your help, like today, you saved their lives, so you are very great. Compared to losing your fighting spirit and seeking death, it is better to find a way to survive.

She looked extremely cute. As she looked at her red, showered face, a peculiar emotion once again flowed through her heart.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

Ji Lingxiao was buried deep in her hair, and she giggled.

"It's so itchy. Do you believe that I fell from the sky?"

"Then... "His brain must be broken."

Ji Lingxiao emotionlessly added, "Qin Wuyou became excited."

"Do you know how to speak properly? Who dares to bully others like you?"

As soon as he said that, his mouth was sealed.

She could feel the licking in her mouth, the tip of her tongue constantly hooked, entering another warm patch. The smell that did not belong to her filled her mouth.

Little Rock felt that his head was still cold again, and his face was flushed to the point where he could almost boil an egg. He couldn't help but reach out to push him away, but he didn't know that he would be grabbed by his big hands and raise both his hands over his head.

Ji Lingxiao was possessed by the spirit of the dead jackal?

The last bit of Tan Wuhuan's consciousness was that the old man had given her a hard job.

Ji Lingxiao looked down at the pale-eyed Tan Wuhuan and sighed heavily.

He slapped his forehead, feeling helpless. He really did marry an extraordinary woman.

He lay down on his side and pulled the unconscious Tan Wu Huan into his embrace, gently guarding her until the sun rose.

Qin Wuhuan woke up to see Ji Lingxiao dressed in wood and sweating profusely in the yard.

He walked over and wiped it with his sleeve. Then he stared at the wood on the ground.

"Ji Lingxiao, what are you doing?"

"Yesterday, I found this rosewood when I went down the mountain. I'll make a new bed for you."

When Tan Wu Huan heard that, her eyes lit up, and she spoke out in joy.

"So, we're going to sleep separately?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold light flashed across her body.

So cold.

Tan Wu Huan lowered her head and looked at him with her black eyes.

"Didn't you say to make me a new bed? How could I be wrong?"

The murmurs grew smaller and smaller as someone's face grew darker and scarier.

After a long moment, only a sigh could be heard. Only then did Qin Wuhuan raise her head and look at him.

"You dream at night and complain that the bed is hard and uncomfortable, that's why I made this bed for you."

Qin Wuhuan was shocked by these words.

[What the heck, was Ji Lingxiao struck by lightning?]

Before the whimsical Tan Wuhuan could even open her mouth, she heard him speaking again.

Wu Huan, do you really know what kind of existence husband and wife are? As long as you are my wife, I will not let you sleep alone. So, in the future, don't say any more words, understand? "

Ji Lingxiao said in a low voice. The Tan Wu Huan looked at him dumbly. In the end, she nodded like a reprimanded child and went back into the house.

After sitting at the table for a while, Tan Wuhuan finally regained her senses and started jumping up and down.

She must have been going crazy just now, or else she wouldn't have allowed herself to be lectured. Furthermore, why did her chest feel a little different? It felt a little tight.

Quickly walking out of the room, Tan Wuhuan anxiously looked up into the sky, wanting to cry, yet unable to shed a tear.

Old man, I'm sick, come down and pick me up.

In the distance, Ji Lingxiao watched her sadly as she looked at the sky. He was stunned as he thought that she was thinking about her dead relatives. He immediately put down what he was doing and walked over to her. He patted her head and held her in his arms.

Tan Wuhuan looked petrified as he watched this man perform a series of incomprehensible actions.

"Ji Lingxiao, what are you doing?"

The words spoken by Tan Wu Huan caused Ji Lingxiao to stare in shock. He lowered his head to look at the person who had previously wore a sorrowful expression on his face. Now, he was looking at him like an idiot.

Speechless, he turned around and continued to do his work.

When the sun set in the west mountains, the bed was formed, and the courtyard was surrounded by villagers.

Seeing the brand-new bed, Tan Wu Huan was ecstatic. She immediately jumped onto it and laid down.

He immediately smelled the unique scent of rosewood.

"Get up, what sort of manners do you have?"

Ji Lingxiao pulled up Tan Wuhuan as he glared at the crowd.

The villagers came to see the bed, but Ji Lingxiao didn't want others to see the beautiful scenery that belonged solely to him.

Ji Lingxiao tore down the old bed into a poker and brought the new bed into the house. Tan Wuhuan stood foolishly by the side, thinking that if Ji Lingxiao was so energetic, there wouldn't be any time for him to think about death.

"Little madam, can I trouble you with that matter?"

As Tan Wuhuan was laughing foolishly, she heard a voice from the side.

With the first tune, a group of people stood behind her, a little panicked.

"Did our husband steal your things again?"

Those villagers all quickly shook their heads.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"It's like this, little madame. We saw that your husband's craftsmanship is really amazing. Can he teach us and help us find a way out?"

a representative said carefully.

The Tan Wu Huan scratched her head.

"You mean that bed was very well made and you want to learn it?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes …" Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

He immediately turned around and looked around the bed.

What's good about this bed? Compared to the old man's bed, the bed looked really miserable. Although it was a bit better than the previous bed, and the carving on the head of the bed was also okay, but what was better?

"Ji Lingxiao, the people outside said they want to learn from you. Are you taking them in?"

Ji Lingxiao, who was making the bed, felt pain in his head.

No matter what, he was born into the Sword Crafting Family. Back then, whenever the Manor produced a weapon, its craftsmanship was exquisite and it instantly shook the entire martial arts world. Now, with his status, he designed and polished a bed for her …

"Crafts are not so easy to learn. They are not qualified."

The Ji Clan had always taken in disciples after having gone through many trials and tribulations. How could they accept disciples as they pleased? Moreover, he was not a carpenter!

I'll go.

Qin Wuhuan stared at this man. Did he really take her seriously?

Could it be that this bed really was a high and mighty object?

Tsk tsk tsk tsk … The mortal world's taste was actually so low. It was truly pitiful.

Ji Lingxiao looked at her lamenting appearance and thought that she was pitying the villagers. He felt helpless.