Enchantress Amongst Alchemists: Ghost King’s Wife

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Under the strong anger, Zi Qianjing accidentally said the words in his heart, and suddenly he hurriedly looked at the expressions of the two men, and there was a timidity in the light.

"Nanny?" The night was dusty and laughed. "This king has already listened to Muer. You thought of her as a mother-in-law at the beginning, but this king and her have not yet had a child. Woman, where is the son?"

It is no wonder that the night is not recognized, because in the memory of Nangong Zifeng, their former son was imprisoned in a place, and time is forbidden, that is, even after a thousand years, he is still five. How can you grow up to look like this?

More importantly, their sons not only did their hands and feet, but also inherited his appearance, with a pair of purple eyes, so it is only natural to recognize Zi Qianjing.

"I……"

Zi Qianjing stopped for a while, and suddenly said: "I can't manage that much, she is mine! I just want to be with her!"

He wants to say everything like a dish, but in the end he is still afraid, afraid that they will not recognize him, and they are afraid that they will not believe him...

At night, the dust-free brow picks up, inadvertently sweeping through the beautiful face of Zi Qianjing, and immediately looks down at the woman beside him, raising her lips and laughing: "Mur, let's eat faster, finish eating and continue to complete our creation plan." Do you say that we have a few good births? Isn't there a sentence called Longsheng Jiuzi? Is it better to have nine?"

In this case, he deliberately said that Zi Qianjing listened.

Don't you say that Muer is yours? Unfortunately, he has already become my widowed wife...

Mu Ruyue glanced at him: "Nine? Have the ability to give birth to a few to show me!"

"We have three births and three births." The night is dusty and close to the waist of Mu Ruyue. She leaned to her ear and said, "For the husband to work hard yesterday, it will make you suffer from backache." I can't afford the bed, so I believe that our son will come to report soon."

Thinking of the last night, Mu Ruyue couldn't help but glance at him.

A man who has been abstinent for a year is really fierce like a tiger!

In the two people talking, Zi Qianjing had already sat in front of them, and ignored the nightless eyes, and put a piece of licorice lotus root into the bowl of Mu Ruyue.

"Eat, my craft is good."

To be honest, this is the first time he has cooked with Zi Qianjing, but he has made Mu Ruyue somewhat surprised.

"This taste..." She put the licorice lotus root into her mouth and squinted a little. "No dust, this taste is almost the same as what you did..."

She raised her head as she spoke, but she stopped again.

Night dust-free and purple Qianjing are carefully picking out the licorice in the sweet and sour lotus root, and even the movements are exactly the same.

I haven't found it before. Now Mu Ruyue has found that these two men look very similar, especially between the eyebrows.

"No dust, do you still have a brother?" Mu Ruyue frowned, or asked the doubts in his heart.

Not a brother, how can it be so similar?

"No," the night shook his head, and he smiled. "I don't have any brothers and sisters."

"That is probably my misunderstanding."

Mu Ruyue’s sorrow is still in doubt. The Nan’an and his wife have been dead for 16 years. Therefore, Zi Qianjing should not be their son...