Under the white moonlight, Qingsha Yao's heart was shaken when she heard Ye Wuhen's words.
The so-called oath of love was nothing more than that. He entrusted his body and mind to her.
Wherever she is, there he is.
Go up to the poor green and go down to the underworld, no matter life or death.
Qingsha Yao's cold heart was gradually melted by the blazing hot flames, and her steel and iron bones, copper and iron walls, all collapsed in this moment.
She ran towards Ye Wuhen, who hugged her and hugged her sideways.
Qingsha Yao put her hands around Ye Wuhen's neck. She looked at Ye Wuhen with deep eyes and said, "Ye Wuhen, if you marry me, you can't have concubines or other women.
If anyone dares to get close to you, I will not be polite. If you come one, I will kill one. If you come two, I will kill both. Even so, do you still want to marry?"
"Even so, I will marry you," Ye Wuhen said.
Qingsha's charming smile was as bright as a flower. She came forward and placed a kiss on Ye Wuhen's lips like a dragonfly. Finally, Ye Wuhen turned from defense to attack, as fiercely as a wild beast.
Qingsha Yao thought that she was probably crazy to be so willful.
However, in this life, she lived for the Qingsha clan and fought against Jialan, but she never lived for herself.
She has no yearning for life. For her, there is no difference between heaven and hell. They are all dark. But the appearance of Ye Wuhen is like a ray of light, illuminating her world.
People who have lived in darkness for a long time will become greedy when they touch a little bit of warmth, and they will know the taste after eating the marrow.
Ye Wuhen hugged Qingsha Yao and walked into the house.
The fragrance of a room.
The next day, early morning.
The Slaughter Army and the Xingtian Team had already left for Jialan last night. Li Fugui had also passed the dangerous period, and Qing Ge could leave with peace of mind.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Qingge said.
Xing Tumi opened the door and walked in. When she raised her eyes, she saw Qingge sitting in front of the dressing mirror, combing the three thousand white hair with a jade comb.
Xing Tumi walked up behind Qingge, took the jade comb, and took out the golden phoenix walking wave from the jewelry box. He pulled up all Qingge's hair and inserted it diagonally into the silver beaded and glazed hairpin. When he walked, the nine stars shone brightly.
The colorful silver beads collide and make a lonely and sweet sound, which is very pleasant.
"My hair-twisting skills are pretty good," Qingge said with a smile.
"Are you going to Jialan today?" Xing Tumi asked.
Qingge nodded, "Time waits for no one. I should have gone last night. Tumi, you go back to Beast Taming Island first. After the Jialan matter is resolved, I will go find you. You have made it clear this time that you stand by me."
Here, I’m afraid it won’t be easy if I return to the Beast Taming Island.”
"Even if I want to fight side by side with you, I have to stop it. The overall situation is more important." Xing Tumi said: "Qing Ge, I'm waiting for you at the Beast Taming Island."
"Okay, remember, you must protect yourself." Qingge held Xing Tumi's hand and patted the back of Xing Tumi's hand.
"I will." Xing Tumi said, "I'm going back to the Beast Taming Island now, so sing softly and take care along the way."
Xing Tumi was reluctant to leave.
During these days of fighting with Ye Qingge, she enjoyed the fun of fighting, and she also knew that friends have deep affection and heroic spirit, and they are full of joy. Even if they lose, even if they die, they have nothing to fear.
Move forward bravely and never be weak.
"I send you."
Qing Ge, wearing a long black gown, walked into the courtyard with Xing Tumi.
Xing Tumi snapped his fingers, and a crisp sound rang out. In an instant, he saw the gorgeous and beautiful Nine Nether Bird swooping down and hanging in the small air in the courtyard.
Xing Tumi turned his head three times with each step and looked at Qing Ge with confusion.
She jumped up and stood on Jiuyouque's back, looking down at Qing Ge.
Qingge raised her head, smiled slightly, and said: "Next time we meet, there will be no Jialan Academy in the Four-Star Continent."
She spoke in an understatement, but Xing Tumi could still see her ambition and determination to destroy Jialan.
"I look forward to that day coming," Xing Tumi said.
The Nine Nether Bird carried Xing Tumi, flew thousands of miles into the sky, soared on top of the clouds, leaving deep traces and fleeting shadows in the sky.
Until the Nine Nether Bird disappeared from Qingge's sight, Qingge put away her eyes and walked towards the house.
Outside the door, Ye Qingtian stood there.
The morning sun hangs in the sky, and the dawn light shines on the night sky, kind, kind, and benevolent.
Qingge discovered that Ye Qingtian was much more haggard. Unknowingly, the wrinkles on her face had doubled, and the eyes she looked at her were full of doting.
"Xiao Ge'er, look, these wild flowers are blooming so beautifully." Ye Qingtian turned around and looked at the morning glories outside the corridor.
Qing Ge stood beside Ye Qingtian.
"Grandpa is old." Ye Qingtian said suddenly.
"Grandpa will always be strong and strong," he sang softly.
Ye Qingtian laughed loudly, "You are the only little girl who can coax grandpa. Oh, it would be great if the two children, Jingfeng and Bitong, were still here. Seeing how outstanding you are, they will definitely feel proud. Unfortunately,
pity……"
At the end of the story, Ye Qingtian was inevitably sad.
Qing Ge pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
God knows how much she wants to tell Ye Qing, Tian Ye Jingfeng is still alive, and Yan Bingtong may not be dead, but she can't.
These are all illusory news, and Ye Jingfeng is in the heaven of gods, such a distant existence, so what if he told me about it.
In seventeen years, Ye Qingtian has not seen Ye Jingfeng.
What is the difference between alive and dead?
Those who have not reached the level of a great spiritual master cannot go to the realm of the gods. Qing Ge’s plan is to become a great spiritual master within three years.
Ye Qingtian is old, the Second Sword Spiritual Master has reached his limit, and with the existence of the Guardians of the Nine Realms, the Great Spiritual Master is in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods and cannot come to the Four-Star Continent at all, and Ye Qingtian can't go up, so what if he informs
, it’s just more trouble in vain.
For seventeen years, Ye Qingtian thought that his most proud son was dead. Although he was sad sometimes, he accepted this fact as time went by.
Rather than telling Ye Jingfeng's whereabouts, it would be better to maintain the status quo.
"If those things hadn't happened, you should still have a younger brother." Ye Qingtian said sadly: "When he grows up, he will be able to protect his sister. You can leave all the important responsibilities to him. You, a girl, have to shoulder so much.
, Grandpa feels heartbroken just looking at it.”
What rang in Qingge's ears was Ye Qingtian's voice.
Qingge's throat is a little sore.
Her eyes are moist, and she can remain calm even if a thousand arrows pierce her heart. However, if someone gives her a harbor, allows her to rely on, and exposes her softness, she will feel uncomfortable, aggrieved and sad.
"Grandpa, have you ever thought that my father might not be dead?" Qingge said.
"I have thought about it." Ye Qingtian looked into the distance through the morning glories under the corridor: "How could such an outstanding child die just because he thought he was going to die? In the first few years after Jingfeng left, I often had hallucinations.
I thought Jingfeng was not dead yet, but those were just the people I imagined. If that brat is still alive, why doesn't he come to see me? In a few years, I will be in a coffin grave, and he can see me if he wants.
Less than.”
"Nonsense, grandpa will definitely live a long life." Qingge frowned and sounded angry.