The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

"Bah, so speechless, what are you thinking without listening to me, so boring!"

Han Xianlan walked out of the room mumbling, Wang Que was still forging iron...

Han Xianlan passed by the unconscious Huang Xiaozhu again on the way, and this time Goodbird did not hesitate, he flew directly to Han Xianlan's shoulder: "Good, what did you say to my master just now? I couldn't hear it clearly because I was far away."

Han Xianlan looked at Goodbird squatting on his shoulder with a sidelong look: "What do you know, bird?"

"Fuck, you look down on this bird god, right!" Goodbird was a little exasperated.

Suddenly, Goodbird's eyes rolled and it started screaming............

Han Xianlan's eyes widened when he heard the bird's cry, and he immediately reached out to catch it. Seeing this, Goodbird quickly spread its wings and flew away.........

With the sound of flapping its wings, Goodbird was held in Han Xianlan's arms: "What are you screaming for, you dead bird! How dare you eavesdrop on what I am doing with Sister Hong!"

Goodbird struggled to pull out its head and said in a tone that deserved a beating: "Fuck, now you still dare to say that this bird god senior knows nothing? What did you just say to my master?"

Han Xianlan whispered something, and Goodbird stood up instantly after hearing it: "Goodgood, this is good, go quickly, I'll shrink a little to see if I can see it."

"Fuck, you dead bird is a psychopath! You still want to peek!"

"Fuck, when did you learn to say fuck?"

"Didn't your master say fuck? Do you still need to learn this?"

"Fuck, stop talking nonsense, go quickly."

The man, the bird, and the dog lurked outside Mo Yanhua's room.

"Is there a formation to isolate the investigation?" Han Xianlan smiled crookedly: "Look at my silent formation flag!"

This formation flag can peek into the things in the formation without destroying the formation, but the casting time of this formation flag is a bit long, at least it takes about half an hour.

However, the enthusiasm for eavesdropping does not affect the enthusiasm of the man and the bird. Under the constant urging of Goodbird, the formation flag finally works.

For a moment, the sound in the room came into his ears.

After listening for only one minute, Goodbird suddenly raised its head and looked at Han Xianlan: "Good, you don't seem to be as good as this guy."

Han Xianlan's face turned black, and he slapped his head: "I didn't try my best. If I wanted to, I would definitely be better than him!"

Goodbird was very unhappy. He thought he shouldn't be beaten.

"Fuck, no means no, where do you get so many excuses!"

"Bullshit!" Han Xianlan was so angry that his hands itched. He wanted to slap this pervert to death: "Wait for me, wait until I save a woman, and you will see how strong my fighting power is!"

"Fuck excuses, you have so many excuses!" Goodbird was so angry that he was dead.

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Five days later, in the middle of the night, the jingling sound in Wang Que's room disappeared, and his magic weapon was finished.

At this moment, the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword in his hand looked sharper, and the clouds and mist it gushed out were also a bit thicker.

"What a pity, I'm only at the late stage of Lingtai. Is my talent for refining weapons so bad?"

Wang Que checked the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword and shook his head slightly. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with his level.

Holding the sword, Wang Que walked towards Mo Lingqing who was practicing in the distance.

"Madam, how do you think I'm refining the sword?"

After a few breaths, Mo Lingqing, who had finished her practice, opened her eyes and looked.

She did not speak directly. She took the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword and examined it carefully before saying lightly: "It's just so-so. My husband's weapon-refining skills need to be improved."

Wang Que smiled helplessly: "Madam, although my husband has a talent for weapon-refining, my husband's weapon-refining talent seems to be a little low..."

Mo Lingqing's expression remained the same: "This is normal. No one is perfect. You have a high talent for cultivation. If your weapon-refining talent, alchemy talent, and formation talent are all very strong, then it would be too evil."

"Not to mention my husband, my weapon-refining talent is not high either. My alchemy skills can still be considered top-notch. My husband's ability to refine to this level is already very good. After all, we are not professional weapon refiners."

"Madam is right. Yes." Wang Que took the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword: "By the way, Madam, what day is it today? I have been immersed in refining equipment these days and have forgotten the time."

Mo Lingqing said in a calm voice: "It should be the eighth day, or the ninth day. We only have one important matter, "Three Turns of the Sutra on the Earth Bridge", so we have plenty of time."

Mo Lingqing changed the subject: "Why did my husband suddenly ask this? Does my husband have something else to do?"

Wang Que smiled and put away the Flowing Clouds and Mist Sword and walked to Mo Lingqing: "Kiss me and I will tell you."

Mo Lingqing's eyes flashed with shame and anger: "If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. I don't want to know!"

"Are you angry?" Wang Que bent down and looked at Mo Lingqing: "Kiss me, kiss ..."No, get out!" Mo Lingqing raised her hand to slap him.

Wang Que fell forward with a smile, and the two fell directly on the bed.

Mo Lingqing's breathing was slightly hurried: "No, we will reach the Xiling Mountains in two days."

"What are you thinking, madam? I just want to kiss you."

"No!" Mo Lingqing blushed and stretched out her hand to push Wang Que, but the strength in her hand...why did it seem so weak.

In the past, she could have slapped Wang Que away with a casual wave of her hand.

On the bed, Wang Que hugged his wife tightly in his arms: "Madam, we haven't kissed for a long time, just kiss, and I will close my eyes."

"Don't think of doing anything bad, I still have to practice."

"How did I do anything bad? I just said a kiss, not something else."

"Are you going to do anything else? "Mo Lingqing's delicate body trembled.

Wang Que nodded seriously after hearing this.

"You!" Mo Lingqing was extremely ashamed and angry. She slapped Wang Que off the bed with one palm, and the wooden bed rails were broken all over the floor.........

"Madam, you are so cruel." Wang Que rubbed his chest and got up from the ground: "You are too cruel. I didn't do anything."

Mo Lingqing sat up and swung his sleeves in front of him and snorted: "You slandered me. What kind of lewd words you said, and I... Humph!"

Mo Lingqing really couldn't say that kind of words.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I slandered you. I admit my mistake."

Wang Que said and walked back to the bed: "Come on, madam, touch it twice to calm down."

Mo Lingqing snorted: "Why should I touch your butt!"

Wang Que turned his head and looked at him: "I touched your butt, and you can't claim even if you touch it back now." "

Hearing this, Mo Lingqing was both angry and amused: "What are you talking about? How can you bring it back?"

"Haha, you can't be angry anymore since Madam is laughing." Wang Que turned over and climbed up to hug Mo Lingqing's waist: "Come on, Madam, just give me a kiss, really just one kiss......"