His cold eyes were deep like a sea of ​​ink. When he said this, it was a little dumb, like the sound of undercurrents under the river swaying across his ears.

The neck was pulled.

The little girl is not polite at all.

He whined and chewed on his cheek.

The teeth were even harder.

Bai Xingjian felt the fragrant and soft little girl approaching.

The pain on his face was almost impossible to feel, and the thick-skinned and thick-skinned ancestor's face did not change.

He raised his hand carefully and held the little girl's waist.

Thin and soft.

‘Bai Xingjian’s love value is 5, currently 61.’

Chu Ci, who was suddenly hugged by her waist, blinked her eyes and let out a sigh, looked down at the hand that was entrapped on her waist, and tilted her head.

"I'll make you a flower cake?"

The ancestor, who didn't want to let go, spoke before Chu Ci spoke.

Chu Ci paused for a moment, thought about what is more important, whether it is more important to eat flower cakes, and nodded seriously.

This expression made Bai Xingjian feel a little amused.

Finally, I pinched the recipe and made flower cakes for Chu Ci.

Chu Ci got a bunch of small tripods and went to blow them up.

So the day was quite harmonious.

A few sounds of exploding tripods came upstairs for a short time, and a few more times in the kitchen responded.

It was already at night when Chu Ci ate the flower cake.

The ancestor was still here. After cooking, he saw the little girl finishing her meal, and then sat curiously watching the little girl blow up the cauldron, and then gave the elixir to Bala from the pile of medicine residues.

Seeing the little girl blowing accurately, the ancestor narrowed his eyes and found it interesting. He pinched a ball of flames. After thinking about it, he was a little eager to try.

He has always been cultivating spiritual power. Although he also has flame-like magic, he has never tried what it feels like to refine alchemy.

After Chu Ci finished blowing up this tripod, she changed it to the white line.

Changed it to Chu Ci and sat aside and watched.

Refining medicines cannot be achieved overnight, and it is different from Chu Ci's natural cheating. The ancestor failed after trying twice, and frowned and tried for the third time.

The tripod exploded again.

Bai Xingjian pulled the corner of his lips, and before the tripod exploded, he pinched a barrier spell, blocking the explosion sound and splashing fragments of the tripod.

Then he took a look at Chu Ci.

The little girl has been waiting for a while, but now it's a bit late.

She curled up in a ball with the quilt in her arms, still huddled in a corner, and fell asleep in a daze.

It was soft and paralyzed like liquid.

Bai Xingjian looked at it for a while, raised his hand, and removed the discarded medicine residue and the waste cauldron in the room.

Then he got up, walked to the girl, squatted down, raised his hand, poked the girl's face with his fingers.

Soft.

Not satisfied, I poked it again.

The little girl was disturbed by sleep, raised her hand with some dissatisfaction and pushed his finger away.

Then the fingers that were pushed away came back again.

Poke again.

Pushed away again.

Come back and poke again.

In the end, Chu Ci frowned in dissatisfaction, but she was unwilling to open her eyes.

His little hand was softly placed on his fingertips and pressed down.

Hold his finger down.

Then, probably because he felt that the position was not very comfortable, he finally just held his hand in his arms and fell asleep.

A little cute.

Bai Xingjian looked at it, and after twitching his hand for a few times, he didn't pull it out, so he was not in a hurry to pull it.

Bai Xingjian stared at Chu Ci with her dark eyes, tied up her black hair, looking cold and without any emotion.
Chapter completed!