The ancestor who was poked in the waist lowered his head and glanced at the long-necked pot, then raised his hand, pressed it against the mouth of the long-necked pot, and pushed it outward.

"What are you doing?" Bai Xingjian frowned, pressed her hand against the long-necked pot, and confronted the little girl.

Chu Ci blinked and raised his brow when he heard him ask, "I haven't asked what you are going to do."

Come here and smell it.

This is the first day the two have met, and he just exploded her kitchen, and now he comes to smell like this, really not conscious, um, that kind of consciousness that feels like a pervert?

Even if it is self-cooked, you can't be so self-cooked, can you?

If it wasn't for the fact that this guy was a man from her family, and he knew the details, he was going to be punched out by her in the past.

The small fist was squeezed, and the kettle was still in his hand.

The ancestor paused, looking at the little girl's expression, he was a little conscious, and finally felt that something was wrong. The ancestor who was dazzled by the little girl's aura took a step back carefully.

Trying hard to make myself look less like a pervert, he coughed and said, "You have a smell in your body."

But such a sentence makes the ancestors look more perverted.

After all, who would sniff the breath of someone you just met?

The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched, and now he really wanted to hammer him.

How does this guy make people so angry?

You can't speak or don't speak.

It might be better to pretend to be cold.

Thinking about this, Chu Ci took the pot in his hand before raising his hand, and took out the golden pill with red pattern that he had been holding in his hand just now.

"You mean this, right?"

The little girl tilted her head, and the kettle that had been put away by the little girl just now was held in her arms.

And the little girl poked him with the pointed mouth of the kettle just now.

Although he didn't say it on the surface, he obviously regarded him as a bad person.

Being guarded by the little girl, the ancestor with a piece of ash on his face looked at the little girl like this, and fell into deep reflection.

It seems that I did not do well before, and it scared the little girl, so I have to be more cautious afterwards.

The ancestor thought this way, finished reflection, put away the emotions in his eyes, still holding the dust, to see the pill in the little girl's hand.

The color of the pill is a little dark, but it is this dark golden and dark red again, and the white and tender hands of the little girl who lined it are even more white, even at first glance, it is a bit dazzling.

Bai Xingjian, who was drawn away for a while, paused, and said unconsciously, "So white..."

Chu Ci:...

Where are you looking? ?

Bai Xingjian:...

No, let me explain.

The ancestor looked serious, "I mean your hands are white."

Oh, you might as well simply admit that you are a pervert, well, an old pervert.

The corners of Chu Ci's lips twitched, and he threw the pill in his hand into his hand, looking a bit angrily, and backhanded his pot on his shoulder, turning around and planning to go to the Lingtian to search for other ones. Lingzhi suitable for refining medicine.

The ancestor who was left behind also realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his words, as if something was getting darker and darker.

Finally, his brows frowned slightly, and he caught the pill that Chu Ci threw over.