On the horizon in the distance, there is a row of black mountains, and the blood-red setting sun has completely fallen into them, leaving no trace.
The last afterglow hanging on the horizon is gradually dimming, like an old man in his twilight years, becoming lifeless.
Night covers the earth, and how can the human lights on the earth resist this suffocating darkness that is pressing like fate?
Zhao Rong hated this feeling. Ever since he awakened his past life memories and came to this world in another sense, almost every dusk would give Zhao Rong a sense of separation that he did not belong here.
Out of place.
Because in my memory of the nights in my previous life, the lights around me were sometimes brighter than the day. There were so many attractive things, and there was almost no boundary between day and night. I rarely stayed in the darkness for a moment, experiencing the feeling of being swallowed up and surrounded by darkness.
Feeling of depression.
But now, even in the four Taiqing mansions in Duyou City, the lights of the fairy houses on the mountains cannot drive away the footsteps of the dark giant.
Darkness means the end of the day, separation and loneliness.
But now, the uncomfortable feeling of detachment that made Zhao Rong gradually dissipated.
Because his kite that had left the ground had been pulled back to the ground by several lines.
"call……"
Zhao Rong gently exhaled a breath of turbid air from his chest.
He squinted at Nanci Jingshe in the distance. The tall buildings in the secluded courtyard by the river were lighting up with dim lights, one after another.
Zhao Rong subconsciously squeezed Qingjun's hand and spoke without turning his head.
"How about we go somewhere else for a walk? It's actually quite early."
A few days ago, the two of them were together until Yueshang Gaotian reluctantly separated. But today, Qingjun took the initiative to ask Zhao Rong to take her back to Nanci Jingshe.
But at this time, the two of them walked extremely slowly back to Nanci Jingshe.
Zhao Lingfei, who had been quiet for a long time on the road, heard this, was silent for a moment, and shook her head, "Brother Rong'er, you have to leave tomorrow morning, so you should rest early today."
Zhao Rong noticed the depressed mood of the woman next to him.
He pursed his lips and suddenly stopped.
Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Rong clasped hands and stopped when he pulled them, turning back curiously.
The next second.
Zhao Rong reached out, grabbed the white jade hanging around Zhao Lingfei's waist, and took off the "Qing Jing".
The purple energy from the east is the most auspicious energy in the world. It is also related to the Taoist scriptures. It is extremely mysterious and possesses the innate wisdom of a child. It can be trained by monks as a precious natal object. When the elixir is promoted to half a level, it becomes
One of the magical effects behind the monk's natal object.
After Zhao Rong obtained the Purity, he did not practice it. Instead, he took a fancy to its strange use in transforming all things. He transformed the Purity into a white jade decorative tassel and gave it to Qingjun.
However, because of the gift from the strange old man in Zhongnan Mountain, Qingjing was extremely close to Zhao Rong, and he could be regarded as Qingjing's master in a sense.
Therefore, Zhao Rong made it turn into purple Luoying before, and Qingjing has almost kept this form unchanged for many days, hanging on the white jade.
At this time, Zhao Rong looked at the cute and clean hands, then raised his eyes to take a closer look at Qingjun's attire. He thought for a moment and his mind moved.
Immediately, Luo Ying bloomed silently into a ball of elegant purple air in Zhao Rong's hand.
This state of scattered mist only lasted three breaths.
In an instant.
The pure purple energy gathered again and condensed into a... purple villain.
The little guy is about the size of a palm, his face is blurry, and his body has erratic purple energy.
You can roughly tell that she looks like a slender and petite girl.
She has braids and a small skirt.
The little girl was floating on Zhao Rong's hand, turning her head in confusion and looking around.
Zhao Lingfei on the side looked quietly at Brother Rong'er and the newly transformed little guy in his hands, her eyes a little curious.
Zhao Rong stared at the little girl's pure appearance, looked at it for a while, and nodded with satisfaction.
This appearance and the attire of a chest-high underskirt were indeed very similar to the Qingjun he remembered when he was a child.
She is undoubtedly her biological daughter.
Zhao Rong curled his lips and stretched out a finger to touch his clean little head.
The little girl who was looking around confusedly saw a "thick and long" stick coming towards her. She shrank back alertly to prevent him from touching her. However, she soon discovered that Zhao Rong had the aura of her closeness and liking on him, so she started again.
Floating forward, he took the initiative to open his two slender arms to hug Zhao Rong's fingers, rub his face against his fingertips, and get intimate.
While Zhao Rong teased Qingjing with his fingers, he spoke to her with a serious expression and a serious tone.
"Girl, dad is leaving tomorrow. He will be a little far away from you and your mother for a while. When I'm not here, you have to accompany your mother for me. If she stays in the house all day and night,
To practice, you have to take her out for more walks and play with her; if she secretly misses me like a fool, well, you have to write this down and tell me later, and I will give you a reward."
Zhao Rong paused slightly and glanced at Qing Jun, who was silent at the side.
I saw her Qiu Shui narrowed her long eyes at this time, her eyes were crooked, and the corners of her lips were curved, staring at him and the "child" without blinking, like a kitten that had stolen dried fish.
Zhao Rong coughed twice and suppressed the raised corners of his mouth.
He lowered his voice, leaned his head forward, as if there was no one around him, and cautiously warned Qingjing who was close at hand:
"Ahem, of course, the most important thing is to stand guard for daddy. Remember, girl, if your mother talks to any man except me for more than three sentences at a time, you should come and tell me quickly. Humph, look
How do I teach your mother a lesson...do you remember?"
The pure little girl tilted her head and faced Zhao Rong, feeling confused after hearing his words.
However, when she heard "Daddy"'s slightly serious question, her little body trembled and she couldn't speak for the time being, so she nodded hurriedly.
"Pfft."
Zhao Lingfei couldn't hold it back and smiled.
Like a white lotus blooming in the darkness.
Zhao Rong's gaze had never left Qingjun for a moment. When he saw this, he was slightly stunned, but soon his expression became solemn and he said in a serious tone:
"My dear mother, what are you laughing at? Stop looking, I'm talking about you. If you dare to take advantage of your husband's absence..."
Zhao Lingfei quickly straightened her face, her tone was annoyed, but her eyes were happy and she said: "Brother Rong'er is acting up again and is not serious... I don't want to talk to you anymore."
She raised her chin, her neck was white and round, she raised her head like a proud swan, and looked away.
Zhao Rong immediately didn't dare to make trouble again.
However, I felt a little relieved, at least Qingjun should not feel sad about being disturbed by him.
Zhao Rong glanced at his wife's arrogant posture. After spending so many days together, he didn't know that she was trying to coax her.
Zhao Rong winked at Qingjing... Well, in fact, he was using some kind of connected mind to convey some meaning to the ignorant Qingjing.
next moment.
Qingjing left Zhao Rong's hand and flew to Zhao Lingfei's side. She grabbed Zhao Lingfei's sleeve with her small hand, but the latter ignored her.
The small figure Qingjing held Zhao Lingfei's scallion finger, swaying it from side to side cutely, and from time to time rubbed her palm with her body.
On the other side, Zhao Rong said to himself, "My good daughter really did not support you in vain." Then he smiled and reached out to catch Qing Jun's other hand.
Zhao Lingfei struggled for a while with the hand that was grabbed by him, but in the end she still couldn't pull it out, so she let Zhao Rong hold it gently. She still looked away and didn't look at him.
Zhao Rong said in a soft voice, "Okay, the child's mother... Qingjun, I was wrong. For the sake of the child, please forgive your husband."
Zhao Lingfei tilted her chin, glanced at Zhao Rong, and said in a cold voice, "Humph, where did you go wrong?"
Zhao Rong thought for a while and cautiously tried: "Should we have a son? Do you like boys?"
Qing Jing, who was acting coquettishly at the side, suddenly paused. The little girl lowered her head and wring her hands, but was ignored by Zhao Rong.
Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, turned around and gave the shameless Brother Rong'er a look.
He couldn't help but stretch out his jade hand and hit Zhao Rong with his pink fist.
However, there was a smile in her eyebrows.
For a while, the two were fighting together.
The people beside them were happily circling around Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.
In the dark night, they were tied together like a purple ribbon.