Xia Xiaoguai's originally gorgeous and charming face looked particularly alluring because it was soaked in lust. It was a kind of coquettishness that men would call worldly. On the face of the young female cultivator,
It adds a third of charm.
Zhang Zhengyang, who was standing aside, seemed to have his eyes buried in her face, unable to recover at all, and almost fell off the flying elephant when he went down.
hehe……
When Mo Jinyan saw it from the side, he felt a deep sense of disgust in his heart. He felt that the junior sister was always so gorgeous and arrogant, and liked to attract bees and butterflies wherever she went.
Seeing Su Xiaoning huddled up in Dongning's arms, she felt even more uncomfortable. She didn't have the ability to express her feelings in public, so she could only watch her beloved female cultivator suffer while sitting in the arms of other male cultivators.
She must become stronger, Mo Jinyan secretly made up her mind!
To be honest, Xia Xiaoguai doesn't look in the mirror very much. She looks very similar to Li Zhenming, whom she hates. And because Li Zhenming is a man, he has an extra aura that suppresses his beauty. And she
However, because of the softness of women, the beauty is even more charming, and the sexual attraction to men is very strong.
Anyway, the cousins don't look like good, upright people at first sight. They look more like evil cultivators who made their fortune by practicing dual cultivation techniques.
As for a beautiful and clean girl like Su Xiaoning, although she relied on dual cultivation to gain a foothold in the world of cultivation, because of her appearance and temperament, she looked more like a serious monk from a prestigious sect.
It was clear that Xia Xiaoguai had flown alone for several days and nights through his own efforts, but Su Xiaoning had been huddled in the man's arms, being hugged and touched, but Mo Jinyan still felt that Xia Xiaoguai was not serious, and Su Xiaoning was good
Innocent, so no matter which world you are in, you will always judge people by their appearance.
There were more than a dozen men standing guard beside the spiritual field. As soon as an old man among them saw them, he hurried up to greet them: "Little old man, I would like to pay my respects to all the immortal masters."
"No need." Zhang Zhengyang's face turned red. He glanced at Xia Xiaoguai and saw that she didn't seem to notice him. Then he calmed down and started talking to her.
The old man told them that the blue fragrant rice matures once every three years. Whenever it matures, some spirit beasts will come to pick the grains. This is because all the blue fragrant rice is sold to the Medicine Sect.
Several Qi-level monks will be sent to help them protect the rice.
This year, there are still one or two months before the rice is ripe, and it is not yet time for the monks from the Medicine Sect to come.
But this year, suddenly a few white-bellied giant rats came from nowhere. These white-bellied giant rats are more annoying than the spiritual beasts in previous years, because they are different from the spiritual beasts in previous years. They do not wait for the rice to mature, and now they steal it every day.
Take it, the villagers in Xiangcun also have waste spiritual roots.
Physical cultivation is not afraid of the white-bellied giant rats, so everyone takes turns to be on guard. But in the past few days, there have been more and more white-bellied giant rats. They are coming here and there, and a batch is lost every day. Fortunately, they are here.
, otherwise I’m afraid that all the rice this season will be stolen by the white-bellied giant rats.
Zhang Zhengyang asked one of the young physical practitioners to take them to the place where the white-bellied giant rat lived. It was a rocky area with sharp flakes of rocks everywhere, and there was almost no place to step.
Those white-bellied giant rats are running around among the rocks and are not afraid of people.
A few people jumped down and started slaughtering. The largest of these white-bellied giant rats was only about the same size as a cat, and their attacks were nothing more than sharp claws, which was really not enough for the monks.