My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

Yun Qingyan brought their ugly demeanor to his eyes, and lazily curled his lips, "If you want to pick the red ginseng yourself, or exchange it with the villagers at the same price, otherwise, you don't even want to take a red ginseng.

Now, take your things and get out of the village. "

Ling Tong, the woman in green shirt, clutched her forehead in embarrassment, "You are interfering with our affairs of the Purple Cloud Sect. Are you afraid that our Purple Cloud Sect will cause you trouble?"

Yun Qingyan raised his eyebrows and looked at her lazily, "Are you threatening me?"

Ling Tong sneered, "You can also consider it a threat.

Although we Zixiao Sect does not want to quarrel with cultivators, we are not vegetarian either.

Do it yourself. "

"Listening to you, I also think it makes sense." Yun nodded softly, "It seems that I might not let you go back.

If you kill you, no one will complain. "

Ling Tong's face was taken aback, then pale for a moment.

The other men's faces instantly panicked, and they looked at Ling Tong angrily, "Ling Tong!"

The others looked at Yun with fear, and no matter how arrogant they were before, they were still afraid of death.

Yun Qingyan looked at their trembling bodies, and the evil taste in his heart was satisfied for a while, "Don't worry. I won't kill you.

After all, kill you, who will help me give your suzerain a word? "

To completely solve the problems in the village, it is useless to solve only a few trash fish. The key is to solve the source.

Dai Jun looked at Yun lightly in astonishment!

Most people offend their Zixiao Sect, and they don't want to be known by the Sect Master, she actually did the opposite!

Is it fearless or self-esteem?

Yun said that the corners of his mouth were lightly smiling, and his lazy posture seemed to have nothing in his mind, "Your Zixiao Sect, in my eyes, is nothing."

Ling Tong's eyes were so bitter as to seep out, and he sneered, "Don't worry, I will truthfully tell the lord what you say."

Immediately afterwards, several people helped each other and left.

When I came, I was angry and compelling, but when I left, I was like a bereaved dog.

The old village chief was a little worried, "Girl Yun, I heard that Zixiaozong is also very famous among cultivators, very powerful.

Will you be in trouble like this? "

Yun said lightly and smiled, "Old village chief, just put a hundred hearts on you.

My husband is also very good.

A little Zixiao Sect is nothing to be afraid of. right? Xiaoqueque? "

She turned to look at Emperor Jiuque.

Di Jiuque’s long, narrow, clear eyes are clear and moving, and his thin red lips pursed into a coquettish arc, "Yeah."

"But there is only one Master Que... There are many disciples in Zixiao Sect." The old village chief was still worried.

"What is Zixiaozong? My husband alone is better than thousands of troops!" Yun said lightly, raising his eyebrows, showing off his husband shamelessly.

Don't think she can't see it.

Di Jiuque seemed to be maintaining a reserved appearance, but the arc of the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed.

She hummed the arrogant mad demon twice, and then poked the unblemished face with her hand, "I want to laugh, but I must endure it.

Why are you so reserved? "

Di Jiuque coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

As for the blame for the wife's mercilessly revealing her mind? --nonexistent!

Neither dare nor willing.

"It's light, it's time to eat dates."

Yun Qingyan's originally serious molesting face suddenly collapsed.

Date palm is nothing else, it is just a...fruit that promotes milk.

In order to ensure sufficient milk, Di Jiuque didn't know where to get the various folk recipes, from fruits to food, medicinal diet and desserts, all of which were to promote breastfeeding. They were eaten in different ways every day.

What a sweet burden.

Yun said with a bitter expression on his face, and whispered in a low voice, "Ajiu, I don't want to eat anymore. I think I have already made up my head and my chest hurts."

"Too much head?" Emperor Jiuque raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly to the cloud with his clear eyes.

Yun Qingyan suddenly had a bad premonition, but subconsciously nodded, "Yes! It's too much to make up! No need to make up! Xiaodige simply can't eat so much!"

Di Jiuque heard the words and handed the Little Emperor Song to Grandma Chen, "Grandma, please take care of the Emperor Song."