Pu Zihuang didn't fall in love with any of the women after all.

Ruan Ling’s more than a thousand taels of silver was considered a waste of money.

Silver, she didn't feel very distressed.

The most deadly thing is not found.

The deadline is approaching.

Ruan Ling was anxious and walked around Wanju Villa irritably.

Pu Zihuang is always leisurely and leisurely.

"Don't worry, soft." He was always gentle as a spring breeze, "Sleep for a night, and I'll think of a way for you tomorrow morning."

Ruan Ling showed a little expectation: "Zihuangjun really has a way?"

"Even if the sky falls, I still have to eat and sleep." Pu Zihuang said softly, "Are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Ruan Ling thought he wanted to give him something to eat.

Unexpectedly, he waved his hand: "Then go cook."

Ruan Ling: “…”

Pu Zihuang said: "You are still two days away from me."

Ruan Ling had no choice but to roll up her sleeves and go to the kitchen.

She cooked a large pot of noodles and sprinkled with chopped green onions, which exuded a scent.

Everyone in the villa got a bowl and everyone was happy.

Ruan Ling turned into grief and anger into appetite. She ate two big bowls hard, rolled on the bed for a few times, and fell asleep unknowingly.

The night is gentle.

Pu Zihuang walked into her room, sat down beside the bed, and silently looked at her sleeping face.

Her sleeping appearance was not very good, but her soft and tender cheeks and trembling long eyelashes had a childlike innocence.

Pu Zihuang pressed her fingertips on her forehead and cast a small spell.

The little city god in his sleep had some sad dream, and a drop of crystal tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Tears dripped down her eyelashes and fell into the jade bottle in Pu Zihuang's hand.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

Pu Zihuang stuffed the bottle, raised her hand, wiped the last tear from the corner of the little city god's eyes, and put it on her lips.

...

The next day.

Ruan Ling was awakened by a scent.

She opened her eyes and saw breakfast on the table.

There are porridge, buns, fried dough sticks, and two dishes of side dishes.

Ruan Ling was thinking about the antidote, took a bun and took a bite, and went to find Pu Zihuang.

But Pu Zihuang was not in the house.

The little demon who served him said, "The master has gone out."

"Where has he been?"

"I guess I'm going to make friends." The little demon took out a small jade bottle, "This is what the master asked me to hand it over to Miss Ruan before leaving."

Ruan Ling took the bottle and opened the plug, and there was a little water inside.

Is it tears?

Ruan Ling was both surprised and happy.

"Your master is indeed a lover, right?" She put away the jade bottle and asked Xiao Yao happily, "Where is that girl? I have to thank her."

The little demon shook his head in wonder: "I have never seen my master's sweetheart."

"It's okay, I'll thank her next time. Thank you for your breakfast, I have to leave."

Ruan Ling took the jade bottle to the Chenghuang Temple in Qiyun County and found He Yun.

He Yun was already dying.

Zhong Kui is here too.

Ruan Lingsheng was afraid that Zhong Kui would get angry, so he quickly spoke first: "I have got the antidote!"

She took out the bottle.

He Yun got up with both hands and feet, grabbed the bottle, and raised his head to pour tears in it.

Almost the moment when tears fell, the effect took place.

He Yun's whole body emitted golden light, and all injuries healed instantly.

Recover the divine power!

Spell return!

He Yun jumped up and whistled to the sky!

"Hahaha!" He leaped and ran between heaven and earth, sprinkled his magical powers and spelled out his rebirth.

Only after losing it did he realize that divine power is so important!

Zhong Kui was also very satisfied, and his ghost energy disappeared a little.

He looked at Ruan Ling with his hands behind his back and said, "Ruan Chenghuang does what he says, I will give you some benefits, which will make up for the losses He Yun has caused to you before."
Chapter completed!