"Well, what?" Wen Jiu's voice was still cold and serious, but Xuanyuan Jimo did not let go of the soft smile in his little wife's eyes.

He reached out and poked the small dimples, and his index finger couldn't help rubbing Wen Jiu's smooth face. His ink blue eyes quietly looked at the extremely dark and pure eyes and whispered: "Why do you ask about shock?"

"Hmm? What is shock?" Wen Jiu's eyes rolled and he asked without answering.

"That's right," Xuanyuan Jimo pulled Wenjiu's soft little hands and placed them on his chest, saying, "It will stop beating here."

"Huh?" A trace of entanglement flashed in Wen Jiu's eyes, and then he frowned his face and said with great determination and reluctance: "Then I won't eat desserts for this period of time."

"Why?" What's wrong with dessert? Xuanyuan Jimo was a little confused in an instant.

At the same time, Xing Le on the steps saw that the sticky two people finally had no behavior that they shouldn't have seen, so he stepped on the steps step by step, so as to tell them that you have to restrain yourself when you are here!

"Just just now, the doctor said that you can have a blower and air conditioner when you are pregnant! But eat less cold and sweet. The cold will cause me to catch a cold, the sweet will cause obesity, and the shock will cause you during childbirth!" Wenjiu said the previous sentence firmly. As for the latter, Xuanyuan Jimo obviously saw the displeasure and reluctance in the little guy's eyes.

"Ha," Xuanyuan Jimo couldn't help laughing, curled up the corner of his lips, lowered his head and gently printed a kiss on the smooth and flawless forehead, and said, "When the little thing comes out, Ajiu can be eaten in front of him, and then not given it to him." I have to say that these two people are really a family, and even call it a little thing with tacit understanding of the name of the unborn child in their stomachs.

"Ha," Wen Jiu looked at Xuanyuan Jimo with obvious contempt in her eyes, then sat up straight, pushed the man away, and looked at Xuanyuan Jimo lightly. Her dark eyes seemed to say: Am I such a shallow person?

"Not like it!" Xuanyuan Jimo suddenly seemed to have a short circuit in his mind, and casually said the answer in his mind.

Not only Xuanyuan Jimo was a little stunned, but even Wen Jiu and Xing Le, who had walked in without knowing what the two were just talking about, were stunned.

"Ahem," Xuanyuan Jimo, who coughed softly, was about to say something to relieve his embarrassment just now, but he didn't expect that Wen Qitian, who was standing upstairs, suddenly looked down with glasses and asked, "Xiaojiu, why are you still wrapped in a quilt on such a hot day? Are you catching a cold?"

As soon as this said, Xing Le, who felt something was wrong, immediately moved his gaze to the quilt on Wen Jiu's body, and then moved his gaze outside the floor-to-ceiling window as if he had not seen a man trying to kill.

Well, the weather is so good, the sun is shining! Xing Le, who was holding the computer, put the computer on the table, got up, and helped the old man to take the stairs.

"Hmm? Grandpa with no cold." Wen Jiu heard this and immediately shook the quilt off his body happily, put it all on the man, then looked at Xing Le with a smile and said, "Uncle Xing, you just held the computer and kept looking at me. Is there anything wrong?"

"Ahem!" Xing Le, who had something to do, was said so carelessly, immediately glanced at the man with a slightly messy head beside Wen Jiu. Seeing that the man had a smile on his face, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Well, Uncle Xing, I have a question to ask you."

"What's the problem?" Wen Jiu looked at Xing Le, who had become a little disgusted today, raised his eyebrows.

"Here, this, you can take a look first, and then can you tell me what they are doing?" Xing Le changed the computer to a different angle, and did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, which blocked Wen Qitian's view.

Wen Qitian was not bothered. He knew that the son-in-law was a son-in-law at home. The nature of the son-in-law's work was a bit unusual, so he calmly called Zhang Ying and Wen He and Wen Nuo, who had just come down the stairs, to go to the kitchen to have breakfast first.

By the way, I turned on the morning news on the TV unmoved.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had watched the video with Wenjiu, frowned, and glanced at Xing Le and asked, "Did a large-scale volcano explode in the world last night?"

"How do you know?" Xing Le was shocked, and then gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Is it the bastards that made the matter?" He knew that there was no problem with the island country on the volcano that exploded.

"There." Xuanyuan Jimo, who didn't want to explain so much, then pointed at Xing Le's back to the TV and said: "Large-scale volcanic explosions have occurred around the world."

"Uh," Xing Le turned his head and saw the bright news title, and his face suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

After dealing with Xing Le, the man kept thinking in his mind that these people were obviously worshiping the God of Fire, which means that the Fire Ghost was angry last night. Moreover, the scale of his anger this time was not the small-scale fights in the past, but this time it seemed that the safety of the entire human being was directly caused.

Xuanyuan Jimo didn't need to think about it, and he probably fought against the Heavenly Dao, which had never been against the Fire Ghost. As for the thunder and lightning last night? Hehe, it seems that the Fire Ghost knows more about some things than himself.

Xuanyuan Jimo, holding the tea on the coffee table, covered the dark color in his eyes. When he put down the tea cup, his light blue eyes were no different from his usual cold appearance.

However, Wen Jiu understood the meaning of Xing Le's words and said with some amusement: "It's not them, they are just praying to the God of Fire to calm down."

"God of Fire?" Xing Le was stunned. What the hell is this?

"It's the fire ghost." Wen Jiu replied lightly.

As soon as these words were said, Xing Le immediately twitched the corner of his mouth. It turned out that he was really a ghost.

Ignoring Xing Le's expression, Wen Jiu thought about it, pulled out the hairpin in the room and looked closely. It turned out that there were no more totems of the three clusters of flames. I think the fire ghost should be in the place where these people sacrificed.
Chapter completed!