IX Cultivation

Wan Ling didn't have the slightest awareness of how proper a prince would be to serve him tea and water. He took the bowl carefully brought by the boy very habitually, and looked at the few slices of fragrant pears in the soup inside. He didn't know what it was. But he never asked, tasted it naturally, felt the sweetness spreading between his lips and teeth, and said lightly: "It's delicious."

"Yes, that's right." Ji Jue looked up, Bai Shengsheng's face was flushed red, and there was a dimple, "By the way, sir, I'm going to see my third brother later, he's been shutting himself out lately, Father seems to be a little worried. Will you go with me?"

Of course Wan Ling could see the expectation in the little prince's eyes, nodded and said, "Well, I'll accompany you."

"That's great!" Ji Jue himself wasn't feeling well, but the rain had passed, and today was a rare day of sunshine, so he still missed his younger brother who had become strange again, and said, "It's just that other brothers also went to visit him, But the third brother doesn’t seem to like others visiting him.”

Seeing Ji Jue's worried expression, Wan Ling said, "Maybe he opened the door after you went."

The little prince is enthusiastic and full of kindness towards everyone, this kind of disposition should be maintained all the time, Wan Ling doesn't want to hit him, so he should be encouraged all the time.

Sure enough, Ji Jue smiled embarrassedly when he heard this, the sun fell on the little boy's shoulders, warm like a little sun.

This little sun is what the Wanling Immortal will guard for 900 years in the future.

Up to now, the Wanling Immortal thought that his relationship with Lingshi was nothing more than that.

When going to the Third Prince's Mansion, Wan Ling saw that little girl Ji Jue had brought a beautiful food box. There were three layers in total. The lower two layers were full of fragrant delicacies, and on the top was a large bowl of full rice. .

Ji Jue said: "I saw the third brother carrying a food box several times, as if he was giving himself an extra meal. I think it's better to go this way, but I don't know what the third brother usually likes, so I chose my usual food. A few favorite dishes."

Wan Ling could no longer describe the enthusiasm of the little prince in words, after all, he was a good young man who would personally give medicine to any injured sparrow he picked up.So Wan Ling has gotten used to looking at Ji Jue with those slightly admiring and praising eyes.

But Immortal Wan Ling didn't know that it was precisely because of his admiration that Ji Jue became more diligent in doing these small things, and treated everyone around him more carefully. As long as he did better and more, he would let Mr. looked at him.

This is a hint, Ji Jue's hint to himself.

—Sir likes him like this.

Perhaps the child's mind is so simple, because he simply likes a beautiful person and wants to please others, so he changes himself unconsciously, without considering other things at all, pure and lovely.

However, the ten-year-old boy also vaguely knew what kind of demon he was. Looking at his husband, his heart jumped like a 'thump, bang, bang', but he knew it was one thing, and admitting it was another.

The third prince's house is at the back of the prince's mansion, and the sedan chairs of Ji Jue and Wan Ling took a long way around before they landed, but there was only one guard outside the gate of the third prince's mansion, and when he saw the prince's sedan chair, he suddenly became nervous. Should he go to report first or kneel down before saluting, he didn't react all of a sudden, just stayed where he was, and only saluted Ji Jue nervously when he came back to his senses.

Ji Jue was usually very nice to his servants, he was as polite as a little adult, he didn't care about it, instead he smiled and asked the guard, "Is the third brother in the mansion?"

The guard was still kneeling on the ground, with a slight hesitation in his voice: "This... the third prince is in the mansion, but... the third prince doesn't let anyone in, and drives all the servants out, so I'm the only one guarding here .”

Wan Ling looked at Ji Jue frowning and sighing, and thought it was inexplicably cute, as if a long, long, long time ago, when Lord Xiaolong hadn't grown up, he was a small dragon spitting bubbles in the water .

Now?

Now Mr. Xiaolong has grown taller than him, and the original shape is also a very long one, the kind that can be tied with a huge bow, let alone spit bubbles. It is a pity that there will be floods in the south when you sneeze.

"Sir, shall we go in and see him?"

Wan Ling helped Ji Jue who was suddenly asked, took the food box from the servant, and said, "Go, come here once after all, just don't let the servant follow in."

Little girl Ji Jue was indeed worried that the third brother had something wrong with him in the mansion, so he said to the guard: "In this way, my husband and I will go in directly, and you don't need to report first." After speaking, he turned his head and hurried to grab the man's hand The food box in the bag, and said, "Let me get the things from Mr. Mister. It's not good to get Mr. Mr.'s clothes dirty."

The little prince's innate strength easily broke away the man's hand, took the food box by himself, and then let Wan Ling walk in front, completely ignoring the puzzled expression of the attendant next to him and the stunned look after seeing Wan Ling's appearance.

Wan Ling stepped here for the second time, but it made him feel even worse than the first time!

So Ji Jue saw his husband walking directly towards Ji Xi's bedroom without him leading the way, there seemed to be an emotion he couldn't understand in his originally cold eyes, he followed behind the man, hurrying , but still a few beats later, when he walked into Ji Xi's bedroom, he saw his husband standing in front of Ji Xi's bed, being pulled fiercely by a pair of thin hands and fell onto the bed.

"gentlemen!"

Ji Jue yelled anxiously, and the food box in her hand fell to the ground with a 'bang' sound, and she was about to rush over immediately, wanting to know what happened.

But his husband didn't even look at him, and said to him in Ji Jue's favorite cold voice:

"Ah Jue, you go out first."

024-025. Regret

What is "A Jue, you go out first"?

A short sentence, Ji Jue did some calculations, it consisted of six words, without any tone of discussion, order, there was no room for it.

The little prince was dry and didn't know what expression to put on, but his footsteps had already stopped, his hands and feet were cold, and seeing that the drawn bed curtain slowly covered more than half of the figures of the two of them, he said: "Sir... What's wrong?"

A man's voice came softly from there, seemingly a little unhappy: "Ah Jue is obedient, go out first."

It was the first time that the Wanling Immortal pressed down on a little half-demon in such a hurry, telling him not to scare Ji Jue.

When he entered the Third Prince's Mansion, he felt that something was wrong. Not only did the demonic aura that he dissipated before become more intense, but a strange atmosphere shrouded the mansion.

Wan Ling couldn't figure out what was going on, until he saw Ji Xi curled up on the bed, her face covered with ashes, and even the tears had dried up, she vaguely knew what was going on.

He subconsciously touched the two fox ears on Ji Xi's head, obviously not so serious before.

As a result, as soon as they met, Ji Xi opened her eyes suddenly, there was a pool of dead silence in her eyes, the man was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, she was violently dragged onto the child, and could not be let go no matter what.

What can be done?He has no magic power now, nor does he have the strange power of little friend Ji Jue, he doesn't listen to Ji Xi when he speaks, and he doesn't let go no matter what, his neck is still full of the cool breath exhaled by the little half demon, and then the little half demon sticks out the tip of his tongue and starts to lick him On the side of the neck, when the soft tip of the tongue slides over, it brings a piece of moisture.

Wan Ling is most afraid of getting into trouble.

So he has his own solution, just like the one who wanted to catch him, he simply never appeared in front of that person; if he relied too much on him, he directly ascended to immortality; now it is the same, one by one slowly, always There is the easiest solution.

Well, the easiest way to prevent Lingshi's reincarnation from being affected is to prevent him from coming into contact with demons and ghosts, which would cast doubt on his life.

Wan Ling probably never pays much attention to his tone of voice when speaking to people. The indifference and arrogance of thousands of years is inexplicably unreasonable at this time, but he himself is not aware of it at all.

It was only a long time, when he felt that the little half demon was trying to bite him with his teeth more and more boldly, finally heard the voice of little friend Ji Jue.

He said, "Yes, sir..."

Immediately afterwards, the man heard light footsteps going away, followed by the "squeak" sound of the door being slowly closed, and finally the "bang" stopped abruptly.

"You... little thing, don't bite, let go." After Ji Jue went out, Wan Ling could finally let go of his voice and speak properly, after all he keenly felt that the prince was not outside.

Ji Xi, who was called 'little thing', seemed unable to hear the man's words, he kept licking the man's neck, and put the bright red that was sucked, and the pair of fiery red ears that were drooping on his head on, as if doing something big.

Wan Ling didn't have to hide and pinch Ji Xi's body, and sat up very calmly, letting the little half-monster who was tightly hugging her body play tricks, but she was not at all worried about being bitten out of the wound, and then vented. own position.

Just kidding, he is a god, even if he has sealed the law, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be bitten by a little half-demon casually.

Not to mention that he was a little thing with no power at all, and he was not the same as before.

The man sat on the edge of the bed in an orderly manner, tidied up his sleeves slowly, and could touch the little half-demon's messy long hair by slightly lowering his head, he said coldly: "Enough, tell me what's going on, I'm not very patient."

"Seven days..."

Wan Ling's white neck was suddenly loosened by Ji Xi. The little half-demon was pitiful and thin. He lay in the man's arms as if he would die if he strangled him. His voice was not as submissive as it was a few days ago. He spoke suddenly, hoarsely, like something scraped on the ground. Wood