Chapter 891 Well, Don't Go
He didn't notice that the increasingly serious scarlet in Jimo Ya's eyes flashed by.
Jimo Ya just kept his eyes fixed on the sleeping Huan Qingyan, his face was expressionless for a while, stiff and indifferent for a while, tender and caring for a while...
Finally, he closed his eyes and hugged her even tighter.
At this moment, a spirit crane appeared in front of him.
Few numbers: Young master, the task is completed, and the person behind the scenes cannot be found out, the rest will follow him, and the rest will be wiped out...
Jimo Ya turned the Linghe into ashes, and the anger in his eyes also faded a lot.
Well, he wants to see, who has the guts to deal with his woman secretly like this.
Best hope it's not his own mother, Mrs. Ru...
Otherwise, the relationship between mother and child will come to an end.
But according to my intuition, it should not be your wife. Your wife has made an oath. If she breaks the oath, her cultivation will be greatly reduced. take risks.
Who on earth would use such vicious and disgusting methods?
If he finds out, she will definitely not be able to survive or die.
An ice-cold violence emanated from his body, and the blood seemed to surge with magic, driving him crazy, making him manic...
At this moment, Huan Qingyan, who was half asleep and half awake, seemed to be in a nightmare, and tightly grasped Jimo Ya's robe, "I didn't, I was innocent, I didn't, trust me... Jimo Ya... don't go ..."
Jimo Ya's heart, which was about to go berserk, calmed down.
The girl was quite frightened, and she felt pity in her heart.
But his eyes were full of obscurity, he put on her clothes, patted her shoulder lightly, "Well, don't go, go to sleep."
The voice was as springlike and elegant as ever.
This matter was exposed, never mentioned again, and never reminded of her.
No matter what, he didn't want to lose her.
No one is allowed to hurt her anymore.
Three to five days later, Huan Qingyan's mental strength recovered, and her injuries were almost healed.
The flying car is still flying in the sky.
Huan Qingyan entered the space and made a big table of delicious food for Jimo Ya, all of which were presented in front of Jimo Ya.
Steamed Cocoa Shrimp, Casserole Tree Holy Mushroom, Huadie Ling Milk Soup, Xuan Yu Zhen Ling Crisp, Silver Wing Buddha Brown Glutinous Rice Porridge, Tianluo Longya Soup, Honey Sausage Lamb Ribs, Sea Oll Stewed with Xuanzhu Flower, Storm Purple Bamboo Rice in Bamboo Tube...
All of them are new varieties of spiritual delicacies researched by Huan Qingyan.
After Jimo Ya tasted it, the corners of his lips curled up, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, "It tastes good, and the aura value is so high! Xiaoyan, you have made great progress!"
Huan Qingyan was praised, and a smile appeared on his face, "Here is my newly brewed honey fruit wine, drink it..."
As soon as Jimo Ya opened the jug, he smelled a clear and sweet smell of wine.
Already feeling pleasantly surprised, he poured out another small cup, took a sip, and suddenly his brows and eyes stretched a bit.
"Good wine! Such a small cup has at least a thousand points of spiritual energy, and it also has the effect of nourishing the heart and lungs. It is indeed a rare and good thing." Speaking of this, Jimo Ya said again, "The one hundred altars of spiritual grain wine last time , the sales are good, it is said that they are all sold out, you can make more if you have time, if there is a surplus of honey fruit wine, it will definitely be more popular."
Huan Qingyan beamed and smiled, "Okay! There is no problem with how much Linggu wine is brewed, but this honey fruit wine is rare. The honey fruit tree blooms only once in ten years, and there are only more than a hundred honey bees. Plenty of honey cider."