The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 892: I also took money to buy…

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Jimoya has an elegant posture and took a sip of honey fruit wine, "Silly girl, things are rare and expensive, even if you have energy, you can't sell too much, come and eat vegetables with your husband."

Huan Qingyan is very happy, Jimo Ya's mood is much better than the previous few days, and she is back to her favorite grace and grace.

"Yashuai, do you want to release Longlingbao, I made it his favorite red date ganoderma soup..."

Jimoya's voice slowed down, "No need."

"Is the devil energy still under control?" Huan Qingyan asked cautiously.

Jimoya replied, "It's not a problem, the Shenlingbao in my body has the effect of automatic repair, and it will be fine after a while."

"Well, your Lingbao will not be eaten. My Lingbao is a foodie and needs to be eaten."

"Well, it's up to you."

The two spirit treasures on Huan Qingyan's side had already squeezed out, staring at the spirit food on the table, drooling.

Fortunately, Huan Qingyan had prepared for it, and made them their favorite spirit dishes, plus a large jar of Linggu wine and a small pot of honey fruit wine.

Two happily went to their small stove.

It's been a long time since Jimoya and Huan Qingyan had a spiritual meal together in such a relaxed and leisurely manner. With the honey fruit wine, Huan Qingyan was so drunk that they fell in Jimoya's arms.

And Jimo Ya leaned on the collapsed corner again, drank a little too high, with his beloved woman in his arms, Liu Yunfei flew aimlessly, and no one else would disturb them, like a free couple Xianyun Yehe.

Jimoya has never seen relaxation before, "Xiaoyan, let's not go back to the holy city."

"Okay!" Huan Qingyan was drunk and started to shoot the case. "If you don't return to the holy city, the holy city **** horse is particularly annoying. Many people like dogs to look down on people and despise me, huh! Why do they despise me? Is the cultivation base great? What a cow..."

Jimoya's black eyebrows, clear eyes, exquisite facial features, and the corners of his lips rise up like a smile, a group of lazy and luxurious, but imposing, "So Xiaoyan doesn't like the holy city so much?"

"It's not that I don't like the holy city. I don't like those people. I really hate them."

Jimoya deliberately teased her, "Well, who makes Xiaoyan so annoying?" Now Huan Qingyan is drunk and tells the truth. He wants to hear her truth.

"The most hateful thing is naturally the saint of Lao Shizi, like a grasshopper, dangling in front of you every day! And Murong Xinnuo, your cousin! A big white lotus flower! And your mother She doesn't like me, she doesn't like me, just doesn't like you..." Huan Qingyan muttered.

"It's a coincidence, I don't like these people, your husband, are there any more?"

Huan Qingyan tilted her head and thought for a while, "I still don’t like Shangqiu Mengqian, what is he as a woman? Is the goods? Let you transfer me and buy it..."

Jimoya echoed again, "Well, it's really hateful, did you meet him again in the holy city?"

"Yes, he stayed at the door at night and did not leave. You were unconscious, and he was still happy, saying that you were dead, great, I will be his..."

Jimoya's face turned dark, so Shangqiu Mengqian, well, it seemed that he was going to meet him for a while.

"Hey, is there anyone you don't like?"

Huan Qingyan stretched out her finger and said aggrieved, "Yes, Bai Chenfeng, don't like him, he bullied me, he bit my finger..."

Jimoya immediately violent, his eyes narrowed, sparse and faint, but there was an unconcealed murderousness, but his voice was still cool and gentle, with a deceitful tone, "Hey, tell me carefully, how can I respond? What's the matter?"