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Chapter 2329 Ji Sledgehammer

When he saw Nan Xueluo, Feng Qi knew who was the poisoner.

Nan Xueluo wanted her to be ruined, but how could she, Fengqi, know that someone cared about reputation?

ridiculous.

In front of everyone, Feng Qi put on his clothes slowly and gracefully, without any trace of anxiety.

The God King strode towards Feng Qi, took off his cloak and covered Feng Qi's body.

The God King didn't dislike Feng Qi at all, he just felt sad.

Nan Xueluo stared at the God King, refusing to let go of any subtle expression.

But - she was disappointed.

Even so, the God King will not give up his love for Feng Qi.

She hates it!

——

The Black Vine Space, what Feng Qi recalled, was also what Qingge saw.

Unknowingly, not only could Fengqi hear her inner thoughts, but she could also sense what Fengqi knew and thought.

"In my lifetime, I will definitely cut that bitch Nan Xueluo into pieces with a thousand cuts." Feng Qi said angrily.

"Your Majesty, have you lost your memory?" Qing Ge keenly realized that Feng Qi only remembered this memory.

If the love is sincere, Feng Qi will think of it when he sees Mo Yu.

Why were Fengqi’s memories lost?

While Qingge was thinking and Mo Yu was in pain, Little Baozi jumped out of Qingge's arms and walked up to Mo Yu. He placed his little hand on Mo Yu's Heavenly Spirit Cover. A trace of dark breath passed through Little Baozi's palm and followed Mo Yu's body.

Tianling Gai was poured into Mo Yu's body.

The power of the Demon Lord shattered hundreds of chains wrapped around the bones into powder one by one.

ah!

Mo Yu's body arched and he screamed in pain.

Little Baozi frowned and gently stroked Mo Yu with his little hand, "It's okay. It doesn't hurt. It will be fine soon."

After a long time, Little Baozi put away the power of the Demon Lord, stood up and walked towards Qingge, saying angrily: "There are two hundred and six chains in his body, and I can only break fifty. There must be a buffer time. Otherwise, he will

My body can’t bear it.”

Qingge squatted down and rubbed the little bun's head, "You have done a good job."

"But he's still in pain."

"When the buffer time passes, we can break all the chains."

"..."

Qingge took out a few hemostatic pills and spiritual power pills and placed them next to Mo Yu, then held Little Baozi's hand and walked out.

Mo Yu was lying in a pool of blood. He turned his head with difficulty. His eyes were blurry and he could only see the backs of Qing Ge and Xiao Baozi.

"Demon Lord, Queen Mother." Mo Yu shouted with all his strength.

Qingge and the two stopped and looked back.

Blood flowed out from both sides of Mo Yu's mouth, and he shouted with all his strength: "Long live the Demon King, a thousand live the Queen Mother!"

Qingge smiled slightly, hugged the little bun and left the black vine space.

Walking in the realm of death, Qing Ge found that Feng Qi's mood was a little heavy.

"Your Majesty, do you love him?" Qing Ge asked.

"I don't know," Feng Qi said confusedly.

She loves everyone she sees, or rather, she plays with everyone she sees.

"I hope to find the elixir stone so that your queen can recover her body as soon as possible." She sang softly.

Feng Qi was furious, "You are an ungrateful and heartless person, and now you want to drive me away?"

Qing Ge had a headache, "Your Majesty, I can hug you after you regain your physical body."

Feng Qi blushed and snorted coldly: "What kind of hug? I don't care about it." Although he said this, Feng Qi was thinking about when he would be able to return to his physical body.

After Qing Ge took Little Baozi back to Ye Shen Palace, he sent people to search for medicinal materials and refine a potion that could hide Little Baozi's strange pupils.

She was refining medicine in the house and controlling the green lotus fire.

It is said that the professions in this world are either refining medicine or refining weapons, and it is a miracle that she is proficient in both.

Nowadays, she is becoming more and more proficient in refining medicine. Because she has delayed refining weapons for a long time, her alchemy skills are showing signs of surpassing her talent in weapon refining.

Half a day passed, and in the evening, Qingge finished refining the potion, but saw chaotic sounds of surprise coming from the hall.

Qingge put away the potion and walked towards the main hall.

On the way, I met Ye Jingfeng, who was mostly healed from his injuries.

Ye Jingfeng scratched his head, "Ge'er..."

"Are all your injuries healed? You are not allowed to use force or practice within three months." Qing Ge said expressionlessly.

Ye Jingfeng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes."

Qingge looked at Ye Jingfeng's cautious expression, her heart softened, she walked towards Ye Jingfeng, took Ye Jingfeng's arm, "Dad, come with me, I will take you to meet someone."

Ye Jingfeng was stunned, his feet seemed to be rooted to the ground and it was difficult to move. Qingge pulled several times before pulling Ye Jingfeng towards the main hall.

Ye Jingfeng looked at Qingge's figure, feeling melancholy in his heart. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.

In the main hall, Long Shitian, Di Yungui, Liu Yan'er and others were all there. They surrounded a little milk baby that looked like a crystal bag and looked at it curiously.

"Whose child is this?" Liu Yan'er asked.

Di Yungui shook his head, "Maybe you got lost and walked into Ye Shen Palace?"

"Do ordinary children dare to enter the realm of death?" Long Shitian asked.

The little bun grinned and said, "Hello everyone, this is the first time we meet. Let me introduce you. I am Ye Qingge's son. My name is... my name is..."

The little bun frowned suddenly, what was his name? My mother didn't seem to have said it?

In the Demon Clan, the mothers-in-law of the three tribes all call him Little Demon Lord, but they never call him by his name.

Ye Qingge’s son?

A five- or six-year-old son?

This news left everyone dumbfounded and shocked. They just felt that this world was very mysterious.

Ye Jingfeng walked into the main hall and was completely stunned when he heard what Little Baozi said. Only then did he remember what Qingge said just now that he would take him to meet someone.

Well……

Are your grandchildren already this old?

Ye Qingcheng sat in the corner, paused while wiping Fu Xiqin's hand, and looked at the little bun with sharp eyes.

Ah.

Another person vying for favor with unknown origins.

Ye Qingcheng's pupils tightened. This doll looked more and more like Ji Yue.

Ye Qingcheng pursed her lips and turned her head away.

Ye Jingfeng looked at the little bun carefully and rubbed his hands.

Fengqi: Is rubbing hands in love hereditary?

Little Baozi saw Ye Qingcheng, who was like a world of his own in the corner. He ran over with short legs, stood in front of Ye Qingcheng, and said seriously: "This is the first time we meet, I have a gift for you."

"Huh?" Ye Qingcheng put Fu Xiqin down.

The little bun held his face in his hands and tilted his head, "Give me my heart to you."

Fengqi: Vomiting, nausea.

Ye Qingcheng's face looked a little unnatural, and she didn't know how to get along with children.

"Ge'er, is this really your child?" Liu Yan'er saw Qing Ge, walked over and asked.

Qingge nodded.

"What's his name?" Long Shitian asked.

Di Yungui's eyes dimmed, he was actually coveting his mother.

Di Yungui looked at the little bun with a guilty conscience.

Qingge was stunned by Long Shitian's question and answered honestly: "I haven't given a name yet."

"You are too unreliable." Alian said: "A five or six-year-old child has not yet been named. You are really unreliable as a mother."

"What a poor child." Nu Qi's eyes were filled with tears.

Wei Bo heard the sound and walked in, holding the ginseng soup in his hand. When he saw the appearance of the little bun, the ginseng soup fell from his hand and shattered on the ground.

"Prince Ji..."

Wei Bo murmured softly, tears filling his eyes.

"Why don't you call me Ji Dachui?" Qingge said abruptly.

The sledgehammer is so powerful that it can hit as hard as a mountain.

What a nice name.

I enjoy the light singing and sing happily.

Everyone: "..." They shouldn't let her choose the name. Little Baozi will hate her in the future!


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