My host is lazy again

Chapter 882
Who is in charge of the Devil Temple now?
It must be their mistress.

Although Luo Jian and Mu Qi were not married, his subordinates all regarded her as the hostess.

Mu Qi is always planning how to coax her to give birth to a little fox, and he is always uneasy that there is no child connecting the blood of the two of them.

But for the two of them, one is a heterogeneous fellow practitioner of a demon god, and the other is a divine beast that coexists with heaven and earth. It is extremely difficult for them to have children.

If you are lucky enough to conceive, the day the child is born will definitely attract a vision from heaven and earth.

He also has to survive the thunder tribulation of life and death.

If you can't survive the thunder calamity, you may have to rush to reincarnate just after coming out of the mother's womb.

This is not a joke.

His injury is still not healed, Luo Jian can't let him play around.

So when a certain demon god quietly climbed into her bed again, she kicked him down, puffed up her cheeks and said, "Get out."

He helped the edge of the bed to get up, and simply leaned against the edge of the bed, propping his chin with one hand, his dark pupils were like a bottomless abyss, deep and seductive, "Jian Jian, I can't see."

Luo Jian didn't like his tricks, "Hmph, come on, you can find the door in the Devil's Temple with your eyes closed."

The little girl is not easy to deceive, Mu Qi sighed.

Stretching out his hand to hook her finger accurately, he coaxed: "Okay, I don't want children anymore, I promise I won't mess around."

He wanted her more than the child.

Luo Jian lowered her head, doubtful: "Really?"

"Ah."

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, but in the end she still felt sorry for him. She patted the bed board and asked him to come up.

Mu Qi curled his lips, skillfully lifted the blanket and got in.

He felt a little cold.

Luo Jian held his icy fingers, slowly fed him spiritual energy, warmed his body, and asked softly, "When will your injury heal?"

Mu Qi hugged her contentedly, and calculated after hearing the words, "About 1 years."

so long?
Luo Jian looked at him and suggested, "How about you stay in seclusion and concentrate on recuperating?"

For them, retreat is the best way to pass the time. Once they close their eyes and open them, a thousand years will pass, and they may still be enlightened.

Mu Qi drooped his eyelashes halfway, "You don't need to retreat, don't worry, my injury is not a problem. Okay, go to sleep."

Even if he only has four levels of cultivation, he can still keep her safe.

It is impossible to retreat.

If the little girl ran away during retreat, where would he find her?

Luo Jian wanted to persuade her again, but he lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose, and said in a low voice: "If Jian Jian is not sleepy, we can do other interesting things."

"..."

No, I'm sleepy.

Luo Jian quickly closed her eyes.

Mu Qi chuckled dotingly, embraced her, and lightly knocked his chin on the top of her hair.

……

In order to make Mu Qi's injury heal as soon as possible, Luo Jian planned to search for Ningshen Pills, but soon she discovered that those Ningshen Pills were all refined by Mu Qi.

Ningshen Pill is not difficult to make, the difficulty is that the ingredients are difficult to find.

The medicinal materials for refining Ningshen Pills are very precious and scarce, and the most difficult to find is a kind of divine herb that can stabilize the soul and enhance cultivation.

Coincidentally, Luo Jian had seen that kind of sacred grass before.

It was the one that was stolen by Ziyang God.

Huh.

Isn't Nie Yuan here?

The fact that Mu Qi's cultivation has not yet recovered cannot be known by the God Realm, so the search for medicinal materials cannot be done with great fanfare, but can only be done quietly.

After thinking about it, Luo Jian felt that Ziyang Shen was the best person to help them find medicinal materials.

then……

Ziyang God, who was tied up again by five flowers, looked up to the sky and sighed, speechless: "..."

If he could turn back time, he would definitely kill himself for stealing grass.

What a crime he has committed!

(End of this chapter)