Is the female supporting role too attractive? The boss can't stand it!

If Song Ruohuai hadn't stood in front of him, she would have been injured. Thinking of this, Gu Yixin did not hesitate.

"it is good."

【ah? Do you ever feel that Song Ruohuai seems to be seeking pity? 】

[I have a vague feeling, isn’t he a genius? How could he be seriously injured? 】

[A group of singles don’t understand this. This is called a little trick between couples. 】

[If you don’t understand, just ask, are Gu Yixin and Song Ruohuai married? Sorry, I just came here, and the relationship between the two of you is a bit unclear. 】

[Don’t listen to their nonsense, these two are partners at most. 】

[Fortunately, I am illiterate. When I look at the green pine trees, it is real, and the sweetness is also real. 】

[Sisters, don’t be too outrageous. Hitting everything will only hurt you. 】

Gu Yixin was selectively blind, "Then shall we sleep here? Or find a hidden place?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiaobao was shocked, and his eyes kept darting between the two people.

[On the grass, after all, I am a distinguished VIP customer. Is there anything I can’t see? 】

[The villainous female supporting character’s character collapses: My sickly husband relies on me to pamper him! 】

[Hahahaha, don’t be too funny in the front row! 】

[Let’s deal with him here. 】

[Isn’t that wronging Song Ruohuai? Not even a wedding. 】

"If we go further, I know a hidden place where no one will disturb me."

At Song Ruohuai's suggestion, Gu Yixin helped him move forward. After walking for a while, he looked back at Xiaobao, who was stunned, and motioned him to follow.

Xiaobao couldn't help but murmured: "But...but isn't the master's body a willow branch? How could it hurt?"

Song Ruohuai enjoyed her approach very much, and felt as if she was bathed in spring breeze. After walking for a while, he saw the crumbling bamboo house.

"Can anyone live in this...?"

Gu Yixin's mood was complicated. What if the bamboo house collapsed while he was sleeping?

"can."

At Song Ruohuai's insistence, Gu Yixin could only leave the patient alone, and the two of them lay on the bed.

Song Ruohuai used too much spiritual power, and the entire spiritual platform was now filled with evil spirits.

There was no expression on his face. Before falling into sleep, he glanced at Xiaobao at the door with a hint of warning.

Xiaobao covered his mouth, why was he still like this, not letting him say anything.

Song Ruohuai couldn't hold on any longer, so he leaned his head on her shoulder, with his black hair spread over her shoulders. He smelled the pan water used by his daughter, which smelled like grass.

Faint, nice smell.

He gradually closed his eyes and fell into sleep quietly.

After all this trouble, Gu Yixin couldn't hold back his sleepiness and put up a barrier to fall asleep.

Xiaobao refused to come in at the door, turned around and sat under the tree, holding his head with his hands and thinking for a while.

It seems... I haven't seen the master like this for a long time.

I don't know how much time passed, but it was rare for Gu Yixin to wake up before him.

The two people's heads were so close that she could see the fine hair on Song Ruohuai's face as soon as she opened her eyes.

He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his eyelashes were trembling slightly, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about.

Gu Yixin stretched out her hand out of nowhere, trying to touch his eyebrows, but the next moment he grabbed his wrist.

The dark eyes stared at her blankly, as daunting as a deep pool.

Realizing that he had grabbed her wrist, Song Ruohuai let go first, "Sorry."

"fine."

Being caught in the act could happen to him. Gu Yixin was a little embarrassed and quickly stood up from the bed.

Turning her back to Song Ruohuai, she straightened her clothes and looked back at him. The emotions in her eyes had calmed down.

"how do you feel?"

Song Ruohuai was still lying on the bed. From this angle, he seemed to be really a sickly young man, dying.

He sat up slowly, his inner clothes were white, and his collar was slightly open, revealing the looming spring light inside.

"Feel much better."

[Hahahaha, is Gu Yixin Song Ruohuai’s life-saving medicine? 】

[This description is very appropriate. If your family can talk, just talk more and they like to listen. 】

[Song Ruohuai’s posture seems to be at the mercy of the emperor. 】

[How do you look so pure? 】

Gu Yixin really looked at it and found that it was exactly as the barrage said, a little different from usual.

I don't know what happened, but a word suddenly flashed through Gu Yixin's mind:

The roots of troubles.

Xiaobao spoke up at this moment, interrupting Gu Yixin's charming thoughts.

"Master, are you on your way now?"

After the Boundless Spring Mountain is opened, people from the entire cultivation world will come to investigate the situation.

The more people there are, the more trouble there is. There is no need to stay here for too long.

"are you hungry?"

There is no way to change the habit that Song Ruohuai has developed, and the two of them do not talk about fasting.

She nodded, "It's a little bit."

"I'll go hunting and you gather firewood."

Gu Yixin said nothing and went out with his sword, leaving Xiaobao and Songruohuai looking at each other.

Song Ruohuai enjoyed it with peace of mind and slowly got out of bed and put on her clothes and shoes.

Half an hour later, Gu Yixin returned home with a full load.

There are a lot of pheasants, rabbits and the like, and they are all very fat. It can be seen that the conditions in the secret realm are very good.

It was already evening in the secret realm, and when the firewood started to burn, Gu Yixin had already disemboweled the prey and roasted it on the fire.

The scent floated far away, and many predators were ready to move. However, after Songruohuai released its evil spirit, these beasts finally retreated.

Xiaobao drooled with greed, "Are you ready yet?"

"not yet."

Gu Yixin turned the roasted chicken over as he spoke, with curiosity in his tone.

"Are you going to eat ginseng alone? Shouldn't you draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to make a living?"

Xiaobao: "..."

"I've transformed and can be eaten."

Xiaobao's eyes never left the roasted chicken, "Besides, why do you need to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth when you can have delicious food?"

"Yes, you are very conscious."

After Gu Yixin sprinkled salt on it, he handed the roast chicken to Song Ruohuai beside him.

"Ah? Why don't you give it to me first? Don't you mortals like to respect the elderly and care for the young?"

Song Ruohuai took it calmly and took a bite. It was quite delicious.

"You are five hundred years old."

Xiaobao thought about it, but after being put off by this sentence, his head drooped.

"Give you."

Song Ruohuai gave him the remaining half of the roast chicken, and Xiaobao's eyes burst with joy.

Taking it and eating it happily, Gu Yixin felt ashamed.

Thinking of the comments on the barrage, her expression became serious: "After the boundless spring mountain is opened, can't it be closed?"

"No."

Song Ruohuai thought of Zhang Yuanying's instructions that after the boundless spring mountain opens, it will take three months for people to enter.

As for what you can get in the secret realm, it depends on your luck.

“Where do South Sea lotuses grow?”

Boundless Spring Mountain is very big, and the current location is still on the periphery. I don’t dare to think about what I will encounter when I go deeper.

Opportunities and dangers often coexist, so Gu Yixin has to be vigilant.

Song Ruohuai was eating roast chicken and behaved elegantly, "The secret realm will change with the formation. I know the previous location, but..."

"But what?"

Gu Yixin was puzzled. This secret realm was really weird.

"After hundreds of years, nothing can be said for sure. Maybe someone has taken advantage of the South China Sea Lotus."

Shortly after his death, the Zhang family was exterminated. Although there was no sign of the secret realm being opened, who could know what happened after his death?