Slowly Become a Habit

Linghe's jaw dropped to the ground. If not because the features of a night demonic wolf was too obvious, he almost doubted that he had seen wrongly.

Xiao Tianquan wheedled in front of Ji Fengyan. Its blue eyes were staring straight at Bai Ze, who was in Ji Fengyan's arms and its red tongue licked its own sharp teeth uncontrollably.

Bai Ze felt a sign of danger and instinctively shivered. Its little body wriggled into Ji Fengyan's arms and its teary big eyes seemed like it was going to cry.

"This is not food. You cannot eat it." Ji Fengyan raised her hands and slapped Xiao Tianquan with adequate force.

Xiao Tianquan sobbed in a low voice resentfully.

It was no wonder that Xiao Tianquan would drool over Bai Ze. It was really because Ji Fengyan had raised Bai Ze to be an immortal deer. During this period, she had continuously fed Bai Ze with elixir and hugged it to sleep every day. As a result, even though Bai Ze had not rid itself of its mortal body now, but the smell emitting from its body was much more attractive to a demonic creature.

Doesn't it just look so good to eat!

Linghe looked at the demonic wolf behaving as well as a puppy under Ji Fengyan, and he really thought that he had really seen wrongly.

A night demonic wolf would not be this shameless!

"Uh, Miss, since you have chosen the mineral vein, when shall we deal with it?" Linghe decided to leave out the other question he had.

"You don't have to worry about this matter, just leave it to Yang Jian and Xiao Tianquan," as she said, Ji Fengyan lifted her chin at the figurine at the side.

Yang Jian, who was standing straight without moving, suddenly knelt on one knee. The sudden movement made Linghe almost jumped out of fright.

"I shall obey your command." Yang Jian's deep and hoarse voice rang.

Linghe was dumbstruck the whole time. He only snapped out until after Yang Jian carried a huge basket and left with Xiao Tianquan.

"Mi… Mis… Miss, that figurine…" why could it move and speak?

Or did he see a spirit!

"Stay calm," Ji Fengyan patted Linghe's shoulders and said patiently, "Brother Ling, you need to slowly get used to this type of thing in the future."

In the future? Linghe was a little confused. Will there be similar things happening in the future?

Linghe believed that within such a short moment, it was unlikely… for him to get used to these.

"All right, Brother Ling, if there's nothing else, you can continue with your cultivation. I'll bring little Bai Ze to stroll around to digest our meals," Ji Fengyan said with a smile and carried Bai Ze away.

Linghe's expression could not even be more complicated. He did not understand why his Miss liked to call the activity of sitting cross-legged on the floor with eyes closed as cultivation, and he could not understand how she was going to let Bai Ze digest when she was carrying Bai Ze.

Regarding Yang Jian and Xiao Tianquan, Linghe was also very confused.

But, regardless of his confusion, Linghe was still pleased.

In contrast to how Ji Fengyan had taught the Lei father and son the day before, the present sight was another gloomy one.

In the City Lord's residence, due to the heavy injuries on Lei Min's butt, he could only lay on his bed to recuperate. When they returned the night before, Lei Xu had called many physicians to treat him. Even though Lei Min had regained consciousness, the severity of the injuries had far exceeded Lei Xu's expectations. Just based on the words from the physician, Lei Min's injuries would take at least three to five months to recover.

After knowing this news, Lei Xu's eyes were bloodshot from his fury. At present, he was standing at the bedside of Lei Min and looking at his only son's wan and swallow look.