Chapter 892: Still Using Money to Buy...

Jimo Ya took another sip of the honey wine with an elegant posture, "Silly girl, rare things are the most valuable, even if you produce energy, you can't sell too much. Come, eat vegetables with your husband."

Huan Qingyan is very happy, Jimo Ya is in a much better mood than a few days ago, and has returned to her favorite graceful and elegant man.

"Ya Shuai, do you want to release Long Lingbao? I made it his favorite jujube and ganoderma soup..."

Jimo Ya's voice slowed down, "No need."

"Is it because the magic energy has not been controlled yet?" Huan Qingyan asked cautiously.

Jimo Yahui, "It's okay, the ginseng treasure in my body has the function of self-healing, and it will be fine after a while."

"Okay, you don't eat your Lingbao, but my Lingbao is a foodie and needs to be eaten."

"Well, up to you."

The two spirit treasures on Huan Qingyan's side had already jumped out, staring at the spirit delicacies on the table, drooling.

Fortunately, Huan Qingyan had already prepared for them, and cooked them their favorite attribute spiritual dishes, plus a large jar of spiritual grain wine and a small pot of honey fruit wine.

The two happily went to eat their small stove.

It's been a long time since Jimo Ya and Huan Qingyan ate soul food together so easily and leisurely. With the addition of honey wine, Huan Qingyan was so drunk that he fell into Jimo Ya's arms.

And Jimo Ya was leaning on the corner again, drunk a little too high, with his beloved woman in his arms, the flying car was flying aimlessly, without anyone else to disturb them, like a pair of wild cranes wandering freely.

Jimo Ya relaxed like never before, "Xiaoyan, let's not go back to the holy city."

"Okay!" Huan Qingqing's face was drunk, and he jumped up, "If you don't go back to the Holy City, the holy city is very annoying. Many people like to look down on people and look down on me, hmph! Why do they look down on me? I have a high cultivation base Is it amazing? What kind of cow..."

Jimo Ya's black eyebrows, clear eyes, delicate facial features, and the corners of his lips raised in a smile that was not a smile, he looked lazy and luxurious, but he had an imposing manner, "So Xiaoyan doesn't like the holy city so much?"

"It's not that I don't like the holy city, it's that I don't like those people, I hate them."

Jimo Ya intentionally teased her, "Well, who makes Xiaoyan so annoying?" Now Huan Qingyan is drunk and telling the truth, he wants to hear her truth.

"The most hateful one is of course that saintly girl who is like a grasshopper, dangling in front of you every day! And Murong Xinnuo, your cousin! A big white lotus! And your mother, she doesn't like it I, if I don't like it, I just don't like you..." Huan Qingyan muttered.

"Coincidentally, your husband and I don't like these people, are there any more?"

Huan Qingyan tilted her head and thought for a while, "I still don't like Shangqiu Mengqian, what is he as a woman? Cargo? Let you transfer me, and buy it with money..."

Jimo Ya echoed again, "Well, it's really hateful, you met him again in the holy city?"

"Yes, he stayed at the door at night, he was still happy when you were unconscious, and said that you died, that's great, I'll belong to him..."

Jimo Ya's face turned dark, what a Shangqiu Mengqian, um, it looks like, it's time to meet him again.

"Hey, is there anyone you don't like?"

Huan Qingyan stretched out her finger and said aggrievedly, "Yes, Bai Chenfeng, I don't like him, he bullies me, he bites my finger..."

Immediately, Jimo Ya was furious, his eyes narrowed slightly, sparse and faint, but there was an unconcealable murderous look, but his voice was still cool and gentle, with a hint of coaxing, "Hey, tell me carefully, what's going on? "