Chapter 1798: Farming to Make Money to Support the Ancestors! 51

His cold eyes were as deep as the ink-colored sea, and when he said these words, he was a little hoarse, like the sound of the undercurrent surging under the river passing by his ears.

The neck was pulled.

The little girl was not polite at all.

He whined and nibbled on his cheek.

The little teeth were still sharpened.

Bai Xingjian felt the fragrant and soft little girl approaching.

The pain on his face was almost unfeelable, and the complexion of the thick-skinned ancestor did not change.

Carefully, he raised his hand and wrapped his arms around the little girl's waist.

Thin and soft.

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

Chu Ci, who was hugged by Leng Buding around her waist, blinked and let go. She looked down at the hand around her waist and tilted her head.

"Shall I make flower cakes for you?"

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

Chu Ci paused for a moment, and after thinking about which was more important, teaching him a lesson or eating flower cakes, he nodded seriously.

This expression made Bai Xingjian feel dumbfounded.

Finally, she took the recipe and went to make flower cakes for Chu Ci.

And Chu Ci got a bunch of small cauldrons and went to blow up the cauldrons again.

So this day was quite harmonious.

There were several sounds of exploding cauldrons coming from upstairs at short intervals, and there was a echo from the kitchen at long intervals.

By the time Chu Ci ate the flower cake, it was already evening.

The ancestor was still staying here. After finishing the meal and watching the little girl finish, he sat curiously and watched the little girl explode the cauldron, and then pulled out the elixir from the pile of medicine dregs.

Seeing the little girl blasting accurately, the ancestor squinted his eyes and found it interesting. He pinched a ball of flame and thought about it for a while, feeling a little eager to try it.

He has always practiced spiritual power. Although he also has fire spells, he has never tried what it feels like to make alchemy.

After Chu Ci finished exploding the cauldron, he replaced it with Bai Xingjian.

Instead, Chu Ci sat aside and watched.

Refining medicine cannot be accomplished overnight, and unlike Chu Ci, who is naturally cheating, the ancestor still failed after trying twice, so he frowned and tried a third time.

The cauldron exploded again.

Bai Xingjian twitched the corners of his lips, and cast a blocking spell before the cauldron exploded, blocking the explosion sound and flying debris of the cauldron.

Then he glanced at Chu Ci.

The little girl has been waiting for a long time, and now it is a little late.

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

It was as soft and paralyzed as liquid.

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

Then he stood up, walked to the little girl, squatted down, raised his hand, and poked the little girl's face with his finger.

Soft.

Not satisfied, I poked again.

The little girl was dissatisfied with her sleep being disturbed, and raised her hand to push his fingers away.

Then the finger that was pushed away came back again.

Another poke.

Was pushed away again.

Back to poke again.

In the end, Chu Ci frowned dissatisfiedly and refused to open her eyes.

Her little hand softly placed on his fingertips and pressed down.

Keep his fingers pressed.

Then I probably felt that this position was uncomfortable, so I just put his hand in my arms and slept.

Kinda cute.

Bai Xingjian looked at it and twitched his hand twice but didn't pull it out, so he didn't rush to do it.

Bai Xingjian stared at Chu Ci with a pair of dark eyes, her black hair tied up, and she looked cold and emotionless.

But the next moment, he spoke and chuckled.