His cold eyes were as deep as an ink-colored sea, and when he said this, he was a little hoarse, like the undercurrent of a river flowing past his ears.
The neck was pulled.
The little girl was not polite at all.
He took a bite and gnawed on his cheek.
The little teeth were still grinding hard.
Bai Xingjian felt the approach of the fragrant and soft little girl.
The pain on his face could hardly be felt, and the face of the rough-skinned and thick-skinned ancestor didn't change.
Carefully raised his hand, wrapping around the little girl's waist.
Thin and soft.
'Bai Xingjian love value +5, currently 61. '
Chu Ci, who was suddenly hugged by her waist, blinked her eyes and let go, looked down at the hand around her waist, and tilted her head.
"Shall I make you flower cakes?"
The ancestor who still didn't want to let go spoke before Chu Ci opened his mouth.
Chu Ci paused for a moment, and after thinking about which was more important to teach him a lesson or to eat flower cakes, he nodded seriously.
This expression made Bai Xingjian a little dumbfounded.
In the end, he took the recipe and went to make flower cakes for Chu Ci.
And Chu Ci got a bunch of small tripods, and went to fry them again.
So this day is also quite harmonious.
There were a few bangs of frying tripods coming from upstairs at short intervals, and the kitchen echoed at intervals of a long time.
It was already evening when Chu Ci ate the flower cake.
The old ancestor still stayed here, after finishing the meal and watching the little girl finish eating, he sat curiously and watched the little girl fry the cauldron, and then pulled out the elixir from the pile of medicine dregs.
Seeing the little girl blowing up every time, the ancestor squinted his eyes, thinking it was interesting, pinched a ball of flames, thought about it, and was a little eager to try.
He has always been cultivating spiritual power, although he also has fire spells, but he has never tried alchemy.
After Chu Ci finished frying this tripod, he changed to Bai Xingjian.
Instead, Chu Ci sat aside and watched.
Refining medicine is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and it is also different from Chu Ci, who is born to cheat. The ancestor tried twice and failed, so he tried the third time with a frown.
The cauldron exploded again.
The corner of Bai Xingjian's lips twitched, and before the tripod exploded, he squeezed a blocking spell, stopping the sound of the tripod's explosion and the flying fragments.
Then he glanced at Chu Ci.
The little girl waited for a long time, and it was a little late now.
She hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball, still curled up in a corner and fell asleep in a daze.
Limp and limp like liquid.
Bai Xingjian looked at it for a while, then raised her hand to remove the discarded medicine residue and discarded cauldron in the room.
Then he got up, went to the little girl and squatted down, raised his hand, and poked the little girl's face with his fingers.
Soft.
I didn't enjoy it, so I poked again.
The little girl's sleep was disturbed, she raised her hand a little dissatisfied, and pushed his fingers away.
Then the finger that was pushed away came back again.
Another poke.
was pushed away again.
Back to poking again.
In the end Chu Ci frowned in dissatisfaction, but she was unwilling to open her eyes.
The little hand rested softly on his fingertips and pressed down.
Hold his finger down.
Then he probably felt that this position was not comfortable, so he just put his hands in his arms and fell asleep.
Kind of cute.
Bai Xingjian watched, but did not pull out his hand twice, so he was not in a hurry.
Bai Xingjian stared at Chu Ci with a pair of black eyes, her black hair was bundled up, and she looked cold as if she had no emotions.
But the next moment, he opened his mouth and let out a low laugh.