Sneak attack?

trap?

Or... dust bombs?

After thinking about it, Chen An only had these dirty tricks in his mind, but they all felt unreliable.

He thought about it again and felt that the first priority was to become a second-level alchemist as soon as possible, and then join the Treasure Bank to gain protection.

The next step is to cultivate the daughter's growth, let her learn to introduce Qi into the body as soon as possible, and embark on the path to immortality, so as to obtain system rewards.

"Husband, I'm a little worried that the man named Zhao will be harmful to you."

Wen Zhiyun came back from Song Huaying's room, sat down next to Chen An and said with worry on her face.

Chen An picked up one of her jade hands and played with it, kneading and squeezing it: "Don't worry, my husband will become a second-level alchemist in a few days. By then, as long as he can successfully join the Treasure Pavilion, he will be the leader of the Bamboo Leaf Gang.

Even if they come, they can’t do anything to us.”

"Um."

Wen Zhiyun leaned on Chen An's shoulder, with a look of peace of mind on her face.

She recalled her previous life alone, where she had to do everything by herself and didn't know who to turn to when she had troubles.

But now, all I need to do is serve my husband as well as possible in bed, and I don't have to worry about anything else. My life is much smoother than before.

It's great to be a little woman.

Thinking about it, Wen Zhiyun wanted to act coquettishly for some reason, and said with a hint of affection in her eyes:

"Husband, I'm hungry."

"Whatever you want to eat, my husband will cook it for you."

"I want to eat fried dough sticks and drink soy milk."

"It's okay if you let me take over, but making fried dough sticks and soy milk is difficult and very time-consuming."

"But I just want to eat fried dough sticks and drink soy milk."

Wen Zhiyun stood up and sat on Chen An, stretching out her slender arms around his neck. The arrogant face in the past became particularly tender at this moment.

Chen An couldn't resist her offensive, but he didn't want to spoil her too much, so he said: "I can make you dough sticks and soy milk for you to drink, but you have to pay me a little as my husband."

"Then...what kind of reward does your husband want?"

"I would like to hear from you how Elder Zhao of the Bamboo Leaf Gang pursued you before."

"It's okay to say it, but husband has to go get you dough sticks for me to eat and grind soy milk for me to drink. Then I'll tell you about it while eating and drinking."

Wen Zhiyun's face returned to its usual arrogant look, and she bargained skillfully with Chen An.

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PS: Set the bowls, please recommend monthly tickets!
Chapter completed!