My husband is born again

Chapter 778 This is my quilt
The medicine works quickly.

After drinking it, my stomach gradually calmed down after a while.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

The gold and silver boy was overjoyed.

They have also taken medicine before, and it was prescribed by the old genius doctor in the heaven, but it didn't work so quickly.

"Little City God, do you know how to make alchemy?" Jin Guoboy asked.

After much deliberation, only the elixir can take effect so quickly.

Ruan Ling shook his head.

She doesn't know how to do such a highly professional thing like alchemy.

That is unique to Taoism.

What she knows is medical skills, which are two different things.

The reason why the effect is so fast, first of all, it is just eating too much oil and water, so it is not a big problem at all.Secondly, they dragged it for a day, and it was almost time to get better.

Coupled with the medicine prescribed by Ruan Ling, it will be effective as soon as you drink it.

Although it was just a very common decoction, Jinyin boy's attitude towards Ruan Ling changed a lot.

She will cook delicious food again, and she can still see a doctor if she feels uncomfortable after eating, and she doesn't mind their bad attitude towards her before.

Where can such a good person be found?
So touching.

From the disdain at the beginning to the helpless acceptance later, now they almost regard Ruan Ling as one of their own.

Even if she served a bowl of meat to Pluto in front of them at this time, I'm afraid they would reluctantly accept it.

At this time, Pluto didn't know that the two boys who had served him for thousands of years had a tendency to tilt their hearts towards outsiders.

Pluto had been busy all day in Fengdu, dealing with various things.

After returning, the bamboo garden was completely dark.

He waved Cui Yu and the others to retreat, and pushed open the bamboo door and walked in.

He was always surrounded by a group of subordinates outside, and he liked the tranquility here even more when he returned to the bamboo garden.

The moment he stepped into the bamboo garden, his gaze involuntarily turned to the houses at the east and west corners of the bamboo garden.

That was the room where Ruan Ling lived.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, what was that clingy and foolish little Chenghuang doing at this moment.

Did she get so sleepy that she sneaked into his room?

Walking into the bedroom, after taking a shower, when he lifted the quilt, for some reason, there was a hint of anticipation in his heart.

However the bed was neat and nothing.

He lay down on the bed calmly and closed his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes again.

He looked at the blue curtain above his head and thought to himself, could it be that the little city god has already fallen asleep?

What about insomnia? You are simply a liar!
He threw off the quilt and got out of bed, strode out of the bedroom, walked through the bamboo garden, came to Ruan Ling's gate, and pushed the door open.

On the short bamboo couch, she hugged the quilt with her hands and feet, her long hair was spread out on the bed, and she was sound asleep.

Although the appearance is ugly, the way he sleeps is still pleasing to the eye.

Such a thought flashed in Pluto's mind, he walked over, grabbed the corner of the quilt, and pulled the quilt away from her arms.

Ruan Ling followed suit and rolled over.

She was awakened, and quickly sat up, her sleepy eyes were dim, and she couldn't react when she saw the tall His Majesty Pluto standing in front of her.

Why is he here?

Ruan Ling suspected that she was dreaming.

But the icy breath coming from him was real.

She just sat on the bed, stared at him blankly, and asked what he was doing with her eyes.

Pluto saw her sleeping like this, and said, "This is my quilt, I want to take it away!"

He left with the quilt in his arms.

Ruan Ling: "??"

Go crazy.

She was simply overwhelmed by this moody Pluto.

He disliked throwing the quilt to her, and suddenly ran in to take it away in the middle of the night.

Can the underworld be so poor that even a quilt can't be parted?
(End of this chapter)