Qingge narrowed her eyes and stared at the bloody words on Jiang Ling'er's arm, and couldn't help but tighten her grip on Jiang Ling'er's wrist.
"Why?" Qingge's voice was hoarse and her throat was sore.
She seemed to have seen the second night of Qingcheng.
It's just that Ye Qingcheng is aloof and cold, while Jiang Ling'er is ruthless and evil.
Jiang Ling'er bit her whitened lower lip, and then said seriously: "A drop of water will repay the favor with a spring. Remember the kindness of the East Emperor today, and return it to the East Emperor with a prosperous Yue Sect in the future!"
Jiang Linger's face was also covered with a mask, a butterfly-shaped mask that covered both sides of her cheeks.
Qingge pursed her lips and said nothing.
Jiang Ling'er looked deeply at Qing Ge. When Qing Ge was about to leave, Jiang Ling'er suddenly said: "East Emperor."
Qingge stopped and looked back at her.
"Can you not drive me away? I'm very good," Jiang Ling'er said almost pleadingly.
Qing Ge understands what Jiang Ling'er means, she doesn't want to return to her father Jiang Huaishan.
"Okay." Qingge smiled slightly and nodded.
Jiang Ling'er's eyes were clear and green. She looked at Qing Ge for a long time, and a smile suddenly appeared on her lips under the mask.
Qingge walked out of the lotus realm with a heavy heart. All the gloomy conditions turned clear the moment she saw the little bun.
Little Baozi threw himself into Qing Ge's arms and rubbed his little head on Qing Ge's chest, "I haven't seen you all night. Do you miss Ye'er, mother?"
"I really want to." Qing Ge smiled and rubbed the little bun's head.
The little bun seemed to be dissatisfied with Qing Ge's answer. He raised his head and rubbed his neck and looked at Qing Ge eagerly, "How much do you really want it?"
"Things that cannot be described in ten thousand words in the world, thoughts that cannot be filled by the sea water." Qingge understands Little Baozi's temperament, and Little Baozi will not give up until he gives a satisfactory answer.
Hearing this, Little Baozi shook his head and said proudly, "Mother, you are so disgusting."
Mo Yu looked at the little bun suspiciously.
Just now, that night, in front of him, a disabled person, Xiao Baozi mentioned his mother's love the whole night.
The mentioned Mo Yu already has psychological shadow.
Qingge walked out of the black vine space with the little bun in her arms. Before leaving, Qingge looked back in the direction of the lotus realm. She left the sword in the fifth level of the lotus realm.
In the lotus realm, Ye Jingfeng had been practicing for a long time, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He opened his eyes and casually glanced at it, and saw a weapon in front of him. Ye Jingfeng was shocked.
He remembered what Qing Ge said before, a weapon with a spirit.
Ye Jingfeng was quite puzzled, then walked forward, squatted down and picked up the sword.
He poured the phantom power into the sword, and a golden seed suddenly appeared in the quiet spiritual world.
The spirit of the weapon!
She really did it.
Ye Jingfeng opened his eyes and hugged the sword in his hand tightly, "Bitong, look at our child, how powerful and promising he is."
Then, Ye Jingfeng cut his wrist and dripped blood into the sword.
The sword floated in mid-air, trembling violently.
In Ye Jingfeng's wide-open dark eyes, there seemed to be two golden lotuses blooming slowly.
A sense of thunder suddenly exploded in my mind.
"All things in the world are respected by weapons, and the soul of the container is loved by the world. All swords are respected by swords. The spirit of the sword is willing to fight with its master in the world and break the sky!"
In Ye Jingfeng's soul, a golden light like an arch bridge and a crescent moon passed by.
That is the bond between the sword and the sword.
Ye Jingfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.
With the sword in hand, the sword energy is like a rainbow, and the Ye Jingfeng swordsman level is rising slowly again, constantly making breakthroughs.
Ye Jingfeng was so excited that before he could change his soaked clothes, he rushed towards Ye Shen Palace with his sword in hand.
In the Ye God Palace, the diamond-shaped crystal illuminated the hall brightly. Ye Jingfeng hurriedly rushed over, wanting to show his sword energy to Qingge. After seeing the little bun, he gave up the idea, fearing that the sword energy would hurt him.
steamed stuffed bun.
The little bun was sitting in the main hall, wondering what he was drawing.
Ye Jingfeng looked at the painting, his brows knitting together.
This painting is truly indescribable and ugly.
"Ye'er, what are you drawing?" Ye Jingfeng put away his sword and assumed the posture of an elder.
Little Baozi stopped painting, glanced at Ye Jingfeng, raised his head and grinned brightly, "Ye'er is painting grandpa, does grandpa like it?"
Ye Jingfeng was stunned. Hei Buliuqiu didn't know whether it was a portrait of a monkey or a dog. Was it painting him?
The corner of Ye Jingfeng's mouth twitched wildly, and when he could see the smart and innocent eyes of the little bun, Ye Jingfeng smiled and said without conscience: "It's very beautiful, grandpa likes it very much."
"Grandpa, my mother said that grandma is very beautiful, and Ye'er wants to paint a picture for grandma." Little Baozi said with expectation.
Night Jing Feng lowered his eyebrows and his heart was heavy.
He squatted down and wanted to hold the little bun, but he was smelly of sweat and didn't dare to touch the little bun.
Ye Jingfeng picked up Xiao Baozi's pen, opened a new piece of paper, dipped in ink, started writing, and drew flowers, creating a fairy in the painting.
A pen.
A pen that turns decay into magic.
The little bun opened his eyes in surprise and saw a woman on the rice paper. She was as beautiful as the Goddess of Luo. Although it was a completely ink painting, it was lifelike, like a fairy in the painting.
"Is this grandma? So beautiful!" Little Baozi stood up suddenly with his hands on the table.
Ye Jingfeng looked at the person in the painting in a daze, smiled bitterly, and said, "She is the most beautiful woman in the world, but she is also the person that your grandfather has let down the most."
Qingge looked at Ye Jingfeng from a distance and pursed her lips.
Ye Jingfeng's fault is that he is too upright and straightforward, but precisely because of this, he is Ye Jingfeng.
It’s not the fault of the night terrors, it’s the sinister human heart, as bad as the Northern Moon Emperor, as ruthless as the void, all of them are jackals in sheep’s clothing.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Qingge wiped the Mingwang sword while looking up.
Then she saw Ye Qingyi walking in, holding a package. She put the package in front of the little bun, unwrapped it, and took out the contents, "Ye'er, Grandma Ye found the best embroiderer in Nanzhou to knit it for you.
I have some new clothes, let’s see if they fit me.”
Ye Jingfeng frowned, "It's not like the child has no clothes."
Ye Qingyi said with a smile: "I see Ye'er happy, wouldn't you be happy if I added a few more clothes?"
"Do you like Ye'er?" Ye Qingyi put the clothes in front of the little bun.
Little Baozi nodded his head, "Ye'er likes it very much, thank you, Matchmaker Ye."
Ye Qingyi's face changed slightly, she squatted down and wanted to rub the little bun's head.
The little bun took a few steps back and said, "In ancient times, Chinese clothes were used as tokens of love. Does Matchmaker Ye want to fix Ye'er's love? I heard that matchmakers specialize in finding matches. It's not that Ye'er doesn't want to, it's just that Ye'er
I am still a child, and the matter between men and women is an adult matter, can you let me, a child, go?"
Little Baozi looked at Ye Qingyi pitifully, as if Ye Qingyi was some kind of savage beast.
Ye Qingyi was furious, looking at the innocent look of Little Baozi, the anger was stuck in his heart.
After Ye Qingyi saw Ye Jingfeng's painting, his hands under his sleeves trembled suddenly.
A sour feeling extends from the heart to the fingertips.
When Little Baozi saw Ye Qingyi looking at the painting, he happily held up the painting and showed it to Ye Qingyi, "Is Grandma Ye'er pretty? Grandpa said Grandma is the most beautiful woman in the world."
The veins on Ye Qingyi's forehead jumped suddenly, he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "It looks good."