"Where is touched?"

"I won't be moved!"

Cheng Buzheng looked at his wife who was quarreling and said with a smile:

"No?"

"No!"

"Of course, there must be no, you read it wrong!"

"oh!

Then it’s just that my husband has read it wrong!”

"What does it mean?"

“···”

After the two of them had a fight for a while, Murong Wanwan snuggled in Cheng Buzheng's arms and said softly:

"By the way!"

"I also have a gift for my husband?"

While talking.

Murong Wanwan, who was stuck in Cheng Buzheng's arms, had a flush on her ears without realizing it.

but!

Cheng Buzheng didn't notice this detail, and a curiosity appeared in his eyes and asked with a smile:

"oh?"

"What gift?"

"This has to be kept confidential first!"

Said.

Murong Wanwan, who was nestled in Cheng Buzheng's arms, twisted her slender waist slightly, stepped a little under her feet, took a few steps back, and then said:

"Please leave the quiet room first!"

"I need to prepare this gift."

Cheng Buzheng looked at his mysterious wife, but he did not disturb her interest.

After all, he will leave Xianmeng City later, and the day of goodbye is probably many years later.

Think about it here!

Naturally, he didn't refuse, nodded with a smile:

"Then my husband will wait and see!"

Immediately.

Cheng Buzheng withdrew from this quiet room.

Just the moment I stepped out of the quiet room door, the quiet room door closed itself.

Cheng Buzheng looked at the tightly slim door in front of him, and began to guess in his heart.

"What gift can my wife give me?"

"The magic pill for improving cultivation?"

"wrong!

My wife knew that I had advanced to the level of a half-step Venerable, and those magical medicines that were extremely precious to monks would have no effect on him!"

"Sexy and spiritual materials?"

"Not right, now [Chaos Dao Tribulation Sword] is a real spiritual treasure!"

"So these rare spiritual objects that symbolize the wealth of the Nascent Soul monk have no value in his eyes!"

"The magic weapon is even more impossible!"

"Even if it is Chongbao, he doesn't take it seriously!"

"Is it a magic weapon with special effects?"

"Or it is a secret technique with wonderful abilities?"

“···”

Just when Cheng Buzheng secretly speculated...

Before, the door of the quiet room, which was tightly sealed, opened quietly again.

at the same time.

A crisp and pleasant sound like a lark came from the quiet room.

"Husband, I'm ready!"

"Come in!"

Hearing words.

Cheng Buzheng, who was waiting outside the quiet room, stepped in without hesitation.

moment.

A faint fragrance of flowers lingers on the tip of the nose.

Looking into the eyes...

I saw that the simple cloud bed had a red warm tent rising at some point, with petals sprinkling around the cloud bed.

You can also see it in the red warm tent, a vague figure lying on the cloud bed.

At this moment, a very familiar voice came from the warm tent.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

At this time.

Cheng Buzheng's eyes moved slightly, as if he had guessed something?

I saw a smile on his lips, strode forward, come to the edge of the cloud bed, and pull open the red warm tent.

In an instant, Cheng Buzheng's breathing became rapid, and his hot eyes fell on the beautiful body in front of him.

His eyes wandered on his wife's delicate body, which was as creamy as skin.

Finally fell on...

The great truth covered by snow but proudly highlights!

The snow lotus under the snow peak is very tempting.

Cheng Buzheng's eyes swept back and forth here.

at the same time.

Murong Wanwan seemed to be a little shy by her husband's hot gaze, and a blush appeared on her cheeks, as if a pair of invisible big hands were wandering around her delicate body.

This moment.

Murong Wanwan suddenly realized that she was weak all over, especially when she saw her husband's hot eyes, she couldn't raise any strength.

Tight and she endured the shyness in her heart, and she said like mosquito ant:

"Husband, do you like this gift?"

"Such a grand scene, I am naturally happy for my husband!"

Hearing words.

Murong Wanwan, who was lying on the cloud bed, looked at Cheng Buzheng with charming eyes and said in a sweet voice:

"It's good that my husband likes it, it's not in vain for my preparation!"

Next, without Murong Wanwan's words, Cheng Buzheng began to start fighting.

Robes flew out of the red warm tent and fell on the ground!

In the warm tent!

Cheng Buzheng showed his strong body and pounced on him.

Touching the unparalleled truth.

Pick off the snow lotus.

Then Cheng Buzheng turned into a hard-working spiritual planter, working hard to cultivate the spiritual field.

In a blink of an eye.

Half a year has passed!
To be continued...