The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 633 There is a Little Medicine Fairy in the Mountain (32)

This time down the mountain, the experience was very bad.

The dependence value has increased a bit, and this is what Jiang Tang bought with half his life.

Wuchao Xianjun resisted not to throw her into the rabbit's nest. He has been abstinent for more than 200 years, and now he is easily fed up with this little radish spirit.

Back in the yard, Jiang Tang was randomly thrown on the bed.

The bed of the Immortal Lord of No Chaos.

Fragrant and soft.

A man looks good when he is angry, but a man with a hard mouth and a soft heart looks even better. Jiang Tang likes it more and more.

Wuchao Xianjun looked at her coldly, pursed his pretty lips, and said nothing.

Jiang Tang gestured frantically with the only flexible eyeball in his body.

What are you looking at, show me!

The little girl's eyes were dark and bright, even though she didn't know that she would die or live, she still looked like a beating, full of aura, lively and vivid.

In the end, the man took out the golden needle and stuck it on Jiang Tang's ankle, wrist and forehead, and gave her a high-grade antidote elixir.

During the whole process, Wuchao Xianjun only had two sentences in his mental activities.

Carrots, raised by myself.

Dead, all previous efforts for naught.

The Wuchao Xianjun, who pursues perfection in doing things, can't bear to do things halfway. This is the case when he ascends to become a god, and the same is true for raising radish essence.

Life is long and boring, so you have to keep yourself entertained.

After a stick of incense, Jiang Tang finally felt that his body had returned to the earth. He could not move his hands and feet, but he could speak with his mouth.

Wuchao Xianjun changed into a silver-white robe, and sat quietly by the window. The table in front of him was filled with various bottles and cans.

The man's back was facing her. Under the black hair, he had a broad back and a thin waist, and his figure was handsome and straight.

Jiang Tang felt that it was difficult to speak, so he just stared at the man like this, and his every move was extraordinarily seductive.

In the evening, Jiang Tang had more than half recovered, and the feeling of being unable to move was no stranger to her, so she didn't feel anything.

"Master."

she shouted.

Wuchao Xianjun turned his back to her, and responded lightly.

"Ah."

"I'm hungry."

The medicine pestle in the man's hand paused slightly, then he turned around and looked at Jiang Tang.

This girl, the first thing she can say is not to thank him, but hungry?

"Have the face to shout hungry?"

Jiang Tang was wronged, and looked at him with watery eyes.

"Sorry, can we talk after dinner? I'm starving to death."

Wuchao Xianjun snorted coldly.

"Hungry to death, I am happy to relax."

"Master, I'm starving to death. Where can you find a second radish that is as obedient and sensible as me? I'm really hungry. Do you want to watch your only apprentice starve to death?"

"roll."

A quarter of an hour later.

Swagger down the mountain.

Immortal Lord Wuchao is now in front of a thatched hut, standing in front of a stooped old woman.

With his head held high, the old man couldn't see the face of the person opposite him clearly, he just felt that this person was very noble and immortal.

"Oh my god, what's the matter with you?"

The immortal answered silently, "Is there anything to eat?"

The old woman nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, steamed buns just out of the pot, for my grandson, just wait, I'll get them for you right away."

Then Wuchao Xianjun took a basket of steamed buns, left behind a life-prolonging pill, and flew away.

……

Jiang Tang took a bite of the steaming steamed buns, eating them with great joy.

A certain fairy had no expression on his face, holding a bowl of soy milk from an old grandma in his hand.

He watched Jiang Tang eat, thinking silently while watching.

This radish is indeed the tempering arranged by Heavenly Dao.

(End of this chapter)