i have a sword fairy

Chapter 240 The furthest distance in the world
Zhao Rong didn't let Concubine Zhao Ling think too much.

He then "threatened" and said:

"I'll hate you if you do something stupid behind my back."

"Do...what a stupid thing." Concubine Zhao Ling's originally clear but slightly hoarse voice came from her arms urgently, her voice was muffled.

Zhao Rong put one arm around Qing Jun's slender waist, and moved up with the other hand, gently stroking her shoulder and back.

At the same time, he murmured words, non-stop enumerating:
"Willing self-mutilation, for example, you go to the broken sword heart that you can't think of at will."

"If you don't practice seriously, you can't become a female sword fairy, so I can't eat soft food."

"So hurry up and work hard, and when you become a Xiaoyao Sword Cultivator in the seventh realm, I will have more face when I take it out, my husband."

"And my husband, I am a selfish man. It doesn't matter if I get old. If you get old and lose the beauty I like so much, then I will hate you too, so you still have to practice hard, and when you step into the first stage If you are in the seventh realm or even higher, you can keep your face looking so good forever, what do you think..."

The warm and fragrant soft jade in Zhao Rong's arms gradually calmed down, she listened quietly, then she suddenly spoke in a weak voice, "It's not good."

Zhao Rong paused, "What's wrong?"

Concubine Zhao Ling said seriously: "I also want you not to grow old. If we want to grow old, we will grow old together. If we don't grow old, we will not grow old. We want to stay together."

"No, dismiss it."

Zhao Rong refused without thinking.

Concubine Zhao Ling raised her buried head and rested her chin on his thick shoulders. Her eyes were slightly red and the tip of her nose was also red, but she didn't cry anymore. At this time, her attention was diverted, and she frowned and said:

"Why, Brother Rong."

The corners of Zhao Rong's mouth hooked slightly, but then he flattened it again. He coughed lightly, and then said sternly: "If you can't do it, you can't do it. There are so many reasons."

Concubine Zhao Ling pursed her lips and said stubbornly: "You are unreasonable."

Zhao Rong couldn't help but stopped stroking her shaving shoulders, hugged the little white rabbit who had fallen into the tiger's mouth without knowing it, and smiled triumphantly:
"I just found out. It's too late. Our family talks about everything, but it's unreasonable. I have the final say. Just listen and it's over. You idiot, you can't escape anymore."

"Let me go, let me go quickly, Brother Rong, you are a bastard, you will bully me if you don't learn well..." Concubine Zhao Ling struggled, but her delicate body was only twisting left and right, it seemed that she wanted to It's really like breaking free.

How could Zhao Rong listen to Concubine Zhao Ling's words and let her go? His expression was solemn and expressionless, and he continued to set "house rules".

"You still want to run away? Qingjun, let me tell you, if you dare to leave without your husband's discussion and consent in the future, no matter how far you are, I will catch you back and deal with it according to family law!"

Zhao Lingfei stopped struggling, raised her hands, and hugged him back, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a kitten basking in the sun, she just felt very warm and at ease, "Okay, then you are not allowed to leave me without permission." .”

"It goes without saying that without you, who will my little son-in-law eat? Isn't this equivalent to a beggar losing his job, right? My little job."

"Puchi," Concubine Zhao Ling smiled sweetly, and complained angrily, "What kind of messed up metaphor is this, just talking nonsense, by the way, Brother Rong, what is our family law?"

She was puzzled.

Zhao Rong frowned, "You don't know?"

Zhao Lingfei shook her head.

"really do not know?"

Concubine Zhao Ling thought for a while, "I don't know, just tell me quickly."

Zhao Rong turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Spanking."

Concubine Zhao Ling: "..."

Zhao Rong said seriously: "My lady, don't worry, don't beat them in public, let's go indoors and beat them."

Concubine Zhao Ling's ears were stained with rouge again, she buried her head in Zhao Rong's arms, and punched him.

With shame and annoyance in his mouth, "Why do you only think about bad things."

Zhao Rong looked down at the embarrassment and shyness of the lady, and suddenly found it interesting, so he let her hammer and scold.

Gradually, seeing that Zhao Rong did not resist, Concubine Zhao Ling also stopped her movements and became quiet. Just when Zhao Rong thought that Concubine Zhao Ling was going to argue with him about the family law, her voice came weakly, with a little curious.

"Should I be beaten through the shirt, or not?"

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment, he really hadn't thought about this question.

Zhao Rong blinked, then buried his head next to Qingjun's ear in his arms, and blew, "Do you want to put it on... or take it off?"

Concubine Zhao Ling pressed her forehead against Zhao Rong's chest, and began to hit him with her fists desperately.

Zhao Rong smiled and stopped teasing Qing Jun. He put his arms around her and shook her gently, "Fool."

"Not stupid, you are stupid." Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head abruptly, bit her lips and said something stubbornly, then put her face against his shoulder and rubbed it back and forth.

"Hey, don't rub your snot on my clothes."

"It's about to rub!" Concubine Zhao Ling buried her face, twisted her temples, and the tassels on the step shaker flickered, and the amplitude was bigger. At the end, she still bit Zhao Rong's shoulder lightly, her tone was fierce, but she couldn't speak clearly. :

"I have a snot, do you dislike me?"

Zhao Rong nodded, "I despise you to death, if you smear my clothes with snot again, I will lock you up today and lock you in the room to wash clothes."

"Hmph." Concubine Zhao Ling's pretty face tensed, her voice was cold, "I'm not afraid of you, you can't detain me."

Snapped--!
"Ah." Zhao Lingfei exclaimed, "You..."

Snapped----!
Another sound, more crisp than before, echoed in the empty yard.

Zhao Rong put away the hand that enforced the family law, and said with a straight face: "My husband."

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at her almond eyes, and wanted to protest aloud, but met Zhao Rong's expressionless expression, and swallowed weakly.

Her tone was aggrieved, but her voice was crisp and clear, "Husband, husband."

Zhao Rong nodded slightly, "My lady is so good."

Concubine Zhao Ling puffed her mouth slightly, put her hands behind her back and covered them.

Zhao Rong coughed twice, and felt that the strength just now was a bit strong, so he reached down and wanted to help Qingjun rub it.

It's just that Concubine Zhao Ling didn't want him to get cheap tofu and want to eat cheap tofu, so she quickly grabbed his devil's claws...

She took a deep breath, her pretty eyes were icy, and she glared at him: "Husband, please respect yourself!"

Zhao Rong blinked and nodded, raised his hand and stretched out his finger to scratch the tip of his nose, but this hand...

"you!"

The ice in Concubine Zhao Ling's autumn eyes suddenly turned cold, her brows were full of embarrassment, she raised her hand and punched him again.

Such and such.

Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling quarreled for a while, then found a suitable clean place in the abandoned yard, and sat down to drink porridge.

And the matter of the heart lake before.

Zhao Rong didn't ask Qing Jun if she had the secret technique of peeking into the heart lake, what she could see, whether it could capture thoughts, or it was similar to searching for souls, or just to distinguish the truth from words, such as the two words she asked with her forehead pressed at the beginning. question.

Or, Qing Jun didn't watch it at all?
Zhao Rong didn't know.

And Concubine Zhao Ling didn't say a word, and didn't even answer his question "Is there Liu Kongyi?"

At this time, neither of them mentioned it again, as if it never happened.

……

After half an hour.

"Miss, I was in the pavilion just now, but I was actually going to get the porridge, and I didn't intend to leave you behind."

"I... guessed it."

"Then why don't you wait."

"I don't want to, I don't want to bet, I don't want to wait, even if it's just for a moment."

"Miss."

"Ah."

"It's so kind of you."

"Idiot, you just know."

"I knew it earlier."

"How early?"

"I saw you for the first time."

"Aunt Liu said that we were only one year old at that time."

Zhao Rong said solemnly: "Yes, you kept kicking me in the cradle."

"Why do you even..." Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes wide, but stopped talking again, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and handed it to him. Seeing him eating, she raised her head and said:

"Well, whoever asks you to kiss me is so young and dishonest, I will kick you."

Zhao Rong was lowering his head and rolled up his sleeves, looking up curiously, "What did you say?"

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him with cold eyes.

"I said, let you kiss me, hmph, if I don't kick you...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

Halfway through her arrogant words, she was gagged, and the man's eyes were close at hand.

Zizi————!
"Uh...uuuu..."

After half a column of incense.

Zizi-!
Boo———!
Zhao Rong leaned back, then stretched out his finger and lifted it, and ticked off the crystal silver thread connecting the two petals. He turned back and shook his head while arranging the Confucian shirt, "I've never heard such a strange thing. Require."

"........."

Concubine Zhao Ling's autumn eyes were wide open, she stared at him angrily, her swollen pink lips subconsciously opened and closed slightly, breathing out the fragrance slightly.

Her lip color is a little different in the sun.

Zhao Rong snatched the bowl from Concubine Zhao Ling, also dug a spoonful, and brought it to the drained glass.

Concubine Zhao Ling gritted her teeth, there was really nothing she could do with this shameless bastard, she turned her face away, "It's cold, don't eat."

Zhao Rong touched the wall of the bowl and nodded, but his eyes lit up slightly, "It's okay, I'll keep you warm."

Gradually, as the porridge was being fed, there was no need for a spoon...

Overhead, the sun was rising and it was noon.

　Three chapters 7K4 words.

　　Xiao Rong is not lazy... I cut off the internet and coded, and covered myself with a quilt. From seven o'clock in the morning to nine o'clock, I only drank a little water and ate a box of biscuits, but I am not hungry... I have a few in the laboratory at night I didn't go to the classmate's hot pot team building, soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tonight, guys go to bed early!

　　(PS: Zhao Rong can be said to be a bit scumbag, but he will not fail Qingjun and Xiaoxiao.)
　　(PS: Behind every LSP author, there is a large group of LSP book friends! When the car starts, no screw is innocent...)
　　
　
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