At only twenty years old, she has experienced too many injustices.

God was lucky and would not let her walk this lonely road alone.

Ye Qingcheng came to Qing Ge and added a fleece blanket.

The cold in Wuji Land is very severe, and the wind that blows is cold.

Seeing Ye Qingcheng acting as obedient and worried as a little daughter-in-law, Liu Yaner and others all laughed.

Slowly, Ye Qingcheng accepted their existence and was willing to fight alongside them.

Mr. Liu and the others have always understood Ye Qingcheng's paranoia, and will never slander doubts. They will only try their best to protect the stubbornness that seems to be more extreme.

Loulan glanced at Huzi, who was fanning Qingge on one side, but finally said nothing.

This person can have the withered leaf butterfly refined by the Empress. If he thinks about it, he will really hand over the tiger cub to the Empress.

And although what happened just now was an emergency, Princess Loulan always felt that it was Qingge who discovered Huzi's existence and deliberately exposed Mu Ruge's identity to make Huzi wary of Mu Ruge.

Finally, Qing Ge took over Hu Zi naturally.

Lou Lan sat cross-legged on the ice stone, her ponytails on both sides wrapped with tassels hanging down to the ground. She held her face in her hands and looked at Qing Ge curiously.

What kind of man is this?

It's full of mystery.

Loulan couldn't see through her, but wanted to guess.

The thirteen royal family members stood behind the ice stone, stroking their snow-white beards with smiles, and looked at Qing Ge with admiration. The more they watched, the more satisfied they became.

This young man has quite a youthful demeanor and uses his style to cover up his sharp edge.

The Thirteenth Emperor's Uncle has already felt what a sharp knife is hidden under the skin of this monster.

"Princess Loulan, you have reached the age of marriage. The Queen has been urging you this past year."

The Thirteenth Emperor's Uncle said: "But ordinary men can't catch the eyes of the princess. The queen plans to let you find a man who is evenly matched among the thousands of clans. You can support each other on the road of cultivation."

Loulan frowned and her tone became cold: "Uncle Thirteenth Emperor, I will not marry my little imperial sister until she is well.

My sister is ill in bed. As the eldest sister, how can I still have such leisurely love?

No matter how good a man is in the world, he can't compare to his sister.

I know what my mother means, but you, Thirteenth Emperor, should understand that my only heart is my sister, and my ambitions are everywhere. When my sister recovers from her illness, I will go to the Changbai Immortal Clan. My path of cultivation will never stop.

, I don’t need a man’s support, my blade can hold up to the sky and stand on the ground.”

"Silly girl, the road of life is long at the same time and short at the same time. Your mother and I can no longer improve our cultivation level, but you still have unlimited possibilities.

The queen and I both hope that someone can accompany you, know your well-being, and relieve your worries."

When the Thirteenth Emperor's Uncle spoke, he glanced at Qingge a few times, almost like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law.

Loulan was silent.

The Thirteenth Emperor's Uncle smiled: "It seems that our little Princess Loulan's peach blossom tree is also about to bloom."

Loulan glared at the Thirteenth Emperor's Uncle and simply closed his eyes to practice.

Loulan didn't notice that a gaze as cold as cold was staring at her, like a poisonous snake, full of cold killing intent.

Mu Ruge's eyes were always following Lou Lan's figure. Master Lingxu asked: "Ruge, what are you thinking about?"

"Loulan's way of death."

Mu Ruge said.

Master Lingxu looked at Mu Ruge's profile and the anger in her eyes, and was suddenly startled.

He wanted to train Mu Ruge to be like the empress and replace her.

But unknowingly, Mu Ruge became extremely gloomy... When Qingge woke up, she was faced with a pair of red eyes and Huzi's face covered with fire scars.

Huzi held the closed beauty fan in his hand. When he saw Qingge wake up, he was at a loss and said: "It's windy and cold in this endless land. I thought about not having to shake the wind..." Qingge sat up and looked at Huzi.

The clothes on this guy's body didn't fit him properly, and he didn't even have shoes on his feet.

Previously, the robe was too big and was dragging on the floor. Qing Ge was focused on Hu Zi. Later, he fell asleep and didn't notice Hu Zi's unshoeed feet.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Qing Ge asked.

Huzi's feet shrank back, and there were many wounds on the insteps and soles of his feet, most of which were old wounds.

"No shoes that fit."

Hu Zi Nuonuo said.

He didn't know what was wrong, but he was always a little scared in front of this man.

"Did Mu Ruge give you these clothes?"

Qingge saw the unique logo of the Lingxu sect on the clothes.

Huzi nodded: "It's a bit big."

Huzi's feet are much larger than those of normal men, so Lingxu's disciples and Lucas mercenaries couldn't come up with shoes that Huzi could wear.

"Give me."

Singing softly.

"What?"

Hu Zi opened his red eyes wide.

Qingge glanced at the beauty fan, Huzi understood, and handed the fan to Qingge.

Qingge took the fan and knocked hard on Huzi's head. Huzi covered his head and looked at Qingge angrily: "You..." "What are you?"

are you an idiot?"

Qingge said coldly: "From the Eternal Jungle to the Half-Demon Ridge, which ground is flat?

If it were really your master, would he be willing to let you walk barefoot in the endless land?

If she is that kind of person, you don't need to recognize her as your master."

Huzi put his head in his hands and lowered his eyes in despair, "It's my fault. I admitted the wrong person. Master will definitely blame me if he knows this."

"She won't blame you, she will blame the bad guy for being too smart."

Qingge said: "When the Endless Land is over, I will take you to the Heaven Realm. Before that, you must follow me every step of the way."

"I am a fallen demon, will I bring trouble to Master?"

Huzi's eyes were full of sincerity.

Qingge hit Huzi on the forehead with another fan: "What happened to the demon-fallen man?

Once a teacher, always a father. Whether you are a human, a ghost or a monster, you are all her disciple.

trouble?

If there is any trouble in the world that your master cannot solve, then you really underestimate your master."

Huzi said "Oh" and touched the swollen bump on his head: "You hit me like this, I feel so embarrassed."

"If you don't fight, you won't have a long memory."

Say it softly.

"oh."

Huzi looked into the distance with a lonely expression.

Qingge's heart twitched slightly, she sighed, stretched out her hand and rubbed Huzi's head: "It won't hurt if I rub it for you."

Hu Zi thought that he would stay away as soon as a man and a man were different, but he would be inexplicably dependent on this man, and that familiar and kind feeling made him nostalgic.

Her hand seemed to have an ancient magic power. Just rubbing his head made him feel comfortable all over, as if he was bathing in the spring breeze and walking in the mountains. He was as carefree as before, unlike the purgatory on earth that he later experienced.

Qingge's eyes were as gentle as water. She was no longer the romantic young man in the daytime. She felt sorry for Huzi from the bottom of her heart.

We haven't seen each other for many years, but we meet again as a fallen demon.

Hu Zi was not only her eldest disciple, but also the first group of people who accompanied her.

Later, she rose to great heights and immediately cut down thousands of miles of grand plans in the realm of the gods. Those people could no longer accompany her in the journey ahead because of their planes.

Because of this, Qingge always takes Master Liu and others with him.

One day, she will go to Qianzu.

And she didn't want to make the same mistake again, being alone like that time.

She hoped that on the occasion of her enlightenment to thousands of clans, she could invite her friends to drink a pot of fine wine! "Does it still hurt?"

Qingge asked.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."
To be continued...