Comprehensive film and television: Make trouble before lying down

As soon as the spiritual fruit touched the lips, it turned into a pure spiritual power, invading the mouth, invading the seven meridians and eight vessels, and flowing throughout the body.

Zhuo Yichen was shocked. He had never heard of such a spiritual object, and there was no record of it even in the collection library.

"This kind of spiritual fruit is too precious...really...really..."

Looking at Jiuning's unfriendly eyes, he couldn't say no and couldn't help stuttering.

"Eat what you are given. Otherwise, with your talent, how long will it take you to cultivate? I'm afraid that by the time you achieve something, your lifespan will be over."

This little brat is so pretentious. If her foundation wasn't too weak and she could only use this mild and ordinary spiritual fruit, she would have resorted to some tricks long ago.

After Zhuo Yichen digested the spiritual power, Jiu Ning took out another one and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

His fingertips accidentally brushed against his lips, leaving a trace of moisture on them. Zhuo Yichen was momentarily at a loss, not even able to taste the flavor, and swallowed it stiffly.

"Concentrate..."

Her face flushed slightly, and her heartbeat inexplicably quickened. Looking at the figure so close to her, the sweet breath surrounded him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't calm down.

"Ah! You are so young, what are you thinking about every day?"

Zhuo Yichen blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand and pushed the person away, using such little force that it seemed as if he was taking advantage of someone.

Jiuning looked at the hand on her belly in confusion. Her palm became hotter and hotter, and she took it back in an instant.

"You...stay away from me..."

Zhuo Yichen withdrew his hand, rubbed his fingertips, and could still feel a trace of warmth remaining on them.

"No, you're too weak."

After saying that, Jiu Ning walked around behind Zhuo Yichen, placed his palm tightly against his back, and transmitted a stream of pure spiritual power to him.

"Returning to Oneness..."

Following Jiu Ning's guidance, Zhuo Yichen completely relaxed his mind, allowing Jiu Ning's spiritual power to flow through his body, guiding his spiritual power to run in his body bit by bit.

In just one night, Zhuo Yichen had already entered and exited the gate and formed a cyclone in his body.

As usual, Jiu Ning got up late the next day, and no one woke him up in the Zhuo Mansion. Except for the sound of Zhuo Yichen practicing sword in the yard, it was really quiet and no one disturbed him.

After staying at Zhuo's house for a few days, Jiu Ning went back to check on Wen Xiao's progress in cultivation. Before he had even stayed there for two days, Zhuo Yichen found an excuse to take him back.

When she returned to the Zhuo Mansion, she discovered that Zhuo Yichen not only did not practice at night, but was polishing his sword instead. He was shrouded in longing and his aura was restless.

Jiu Ning did not show up, but watched Zhuo Yichen holding the sword, slowly falling to the ground and falling asleep.

Maybe I have been too tense these days and practiced too hard. I practiced the Ice Art at night and practiced until late at night. I also had to get up early in the day to practice sword, and practiced all day long.

Even an iron man can’t bear it!

A stream of spiritual power wrapped Zhuo Yichen, placed him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt. Just as she was about to leave, a thick, big hand grabbed her wrist tightly.

After struggling a few times but failing to break free, he simply sat down on the edge of the bed.

The person who laughed and took good care of her during the day was so fragile at night, which made people feel distressed.

Jiu Ning gently brushed away the messy hair on his face, touched his eyebrows with her fingertips, and sent a healing spiritual power into Zhuo Yichen's body.

He gradually relaxed his body and fell into a deep sleep, but he still didn't let go of the hand that was tightly clasped.

eight years later

Wen Xiao came to the Monster Hunting Bureau with a food box in her hand and a smile on her face.

This was originally the Zhuo family's residence, but the people from Chongwu Camp had been making trouble for it. The higher-ups believed the slander and refused to provide funding, so Zhuo Yichen had no choice but to donate the front yard of the Zhuo Mansion as the office of the Demon Hunting Bureau.

"Lord Wen"

"Lord Wen..."

As Wen Xiao walked along, everyone would stop to greet her. She was no longer the weak and helpless person she used to be. These titles were earned through her years of hard work and travel.

"Where is Lord Jiuning?"

The guard shook his head.

"What about Master Xiao Zhuo?"

The guard immediately smiled and pointed in the direction of the backyard.

In the elegant courtyard, the stream flows down from the rockery, slowly falls into the pond, and hits the tender green lotus leaves.

The fish in the pond seemed to be lined up, waiting on the shore.

A broad and warm palm picked up the fine fish food, and with a gentle flick of the fingertips, the moment it fell into the pond, the fish popped up to scramble for it.

"Master Xiao Zhuo is in a very elegant mood."

Zhuo Yichen turned around and looked at the person who came. She was wearing a light blue dress, and her every frown and smile showed her cleverness and steadiness.

"Wen Xiao, didn't you go out?"

Wen Xiao smiled calmly, took out the pastries from the food box, and placed them on the table one by one.

"I've always been curious. Jiujiu Mingming and I look exactly the same. How did you tell us apart at first glance?"

Zhuo Yichen blushed slightly and lowered his head, intending to avoid the topic, so he reached out and picked up the pastries on the table to taste them.

"good to eat!"

Wen Xiao leaned forward in surprise, staring straight at the opposite side.

"No way? It's been eight years, and you still haven't moved Jiujiu?"

Zhuo Yichen sighed softly. He had tried every method over the years.

He took care of her daily life, took her out to watch operas, play, and even went out to catch monsters. The three of them also traveled together to look for Bai Ze Ling.

But even after eight years, Jiuning's attitude remains indifferent.

Wen Xiao looked at Zhuo Yichen with disdain. This was also a man who enjoyed himself.

"By the way, where is Jiujiuren?"

Zhuo Yichen looked at the sky and it was almost time for dinner.

"I'm out to watch a play. I'll be back soon. Do you want to stay and have dinner with me?"

Wen Xiao shook his head: "I'm going to go see my father to stop him from nagging me. I'll come back tomorrow to visit for a longer time."

After thinking about it, she felt a little reluctant and advised Zhuo Yichen.

"If it really doesn't work, just let it go!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Let go? Zhuo Yichen smiled bitterly. He had been with him for so many years, and he had gotten used to it. If he really let go...

He placed his big hand on his heart, feeling its beating, then stood up, straightened his robe, and walked out.

"Master Zhuo, where are you going? The meal is ready."

"Go and bring him back."

Zhuo Yichen took out a very small compass and frowned as he watched the needle on it turn.

"Isn't this the location of the teahouse?"

Following the direction of the compass, Zhuo Yichen arrived at the door of the studio.

'Qingxin Painting Studio'

The Yunguang Sword in Zhuo Yichen's hand glowed slightly, and he stepped in with suspicion.

The studio is fresh and elegant, filled with the scent of brush and ink. Before entering the room, I heard a burst of crisp laughter.

"Mr. Wang, you gave up your former lover for me. I am so touched."

"That's nothing! As long as it's what you want, even if it's Wang's heart, I will give it to you immediately."

This is too straightforward. Zhuo Yichen felt a chill when he heard it. Do women like to hear this?