Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 888: This pastry is her dish.

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Ning Xuemo thought that the Emperor would bring him back to his dormitory directly, but she still sent her to her side hall.

This was a little unexpected to her, but she was relieved.

She's special now, and she always sleeps with him, she will feel uncomfortable.

She sensed her body first. After all, she was too tired, and she was still a bit sour. Fortunately, the kind of soreness after resting after not getting too tired, it seems that the hot spring is still very useful to soak down of.

Sensitizing the mental power of her body again, she was surprised to find that the spirit root of fire was a lot thicker than before. It used to be the size of a little finger, but now it is as thick and long as the middle finger. It is estimated that she can practice it for a few more days.

Muling root is more leafy and leafy, green and jade-like. It looks more than two feet long in the past, and it looks very gratifying.

According to this momentum, if she cultivates for another ten days and eight days, she is expected to rise to the third level.

She finally got rid of the status of scrap material, finally got rid of Ji Ji's identity!

Hahaha, from now on she will break out of her own world.

Ning Xuemo likes it and can't help but dance a few steps on the bed. This is a spin and falls to the ground.

Looking at the dress on her body, she was too sleepy this morning, she almost put her dress on with her eyes closed, and did not look at the style, but now I see that this dress is very simple but very It fits well and is soft and comfortable to wear. Obviously this is an ancient version of pajamas.

She rinsed, opened a closet in the room, and found that there was a neat stack of new dresses in all colors: fiery red, light blue, pale pink ... letting Ning Xuemo be overwhelmed.

Is this for God?

Xue Mo felt a warm feeling in his heart. He picked a suit and dressed neatly, and then ran out of the side hall.

She's hungry. She needs something to eat. By the way, please ask the god, after all, he is now his master, and she should have the proper etiquette.

She paused just outside her feet.

In the twilight, Shen Jiuli is sitting at a small table under a grape stand in her yard.

There is tea and pastries on the table. He is sitting there drinking tea. He is not wearing a mask. The wind raised his robe horns and fluttered.

Seeing Ning Xuemo coming out, he glanced up and down: "Good looks." Then he gestured to the seat opposite with his chin: "Sit."

Ning Xuemo sat down opposite him, remembering his injury, looked at his face, his looks did not look bad, and his lips were red and white. It seems that his retreat has indeed fully recovered in the past few days.

Ning Xuemo finally let go, she looked at the cakes on the table, crystal clear and fragrant. It was even hot.

No need to taste, just smell the smell, she knows that these pastries are her dishes, and meet her taste ...

She looked at the opposite **** Jiuli, who was drinking tea and had no intention of eating pastry, apparently for her.

Her heart warmed again: "This pastry is good!" When she spoke, she felt hungry and raised her hand to take a piece. Shenjiuli did not know where to find a white jade Xiao on her wrist One, her hands couldn't fall anymore.

Ning Xuemo looked at him puzzledly, not letting her eat?

Shenjiu Li said faintly: "This is Caitou, I can't eat it now."

"What color head?" Ning Xuemo was surprised.