At the gate of Ye's house, Ye Qingtian, Ye Wuhen and others had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Qing Ge, Ye Qingtian took a deep breath and felt that the child looked more and more like her parents.
"Just do your best. Grandpa doesn't need you to honor your ancestors. It's enough to be well fed and clothed." Ye Qingtian rubbed Qingge's head, his cloudy eyes filled with affection.
"I will."
Qingge replied, the moment she lowered her eyebrows, the light and fire in her pupils were mottled, and the bloodthirsty murderous intention spread crazily around in the windy and rainy night. She just wanted to do her best, fearing that some people would not want to
She lives, so why should she be so merciful?
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It is vast and desolate. The competition arena looks like an ancient boulder standing on this wasteland. On the dark red stone platform, there are blazing pillars of fire burning in four directions. Under the arena, there are countless gilded chairs.
At this time, the world was already filled with people.
During these days of fighting, only Ye Qingtian and Ye Wuhen came to the Ye family. Qingge stayed at home and studied the animal training book left by Taizu Beiyue. After that, the incident of Ye Zhengxiong happened, and basically nothing happened.
How come.
When Qing Ge arrived, he saw a chariot coming from the palace. The Beiyue Emperor and Queen Yu were sitting on the chariot, followed by the powerful Yi Zhan. The bright yellow dragon robe set off the king's aura of the man. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at
Qingge looked around and saw that Qingge was particularly quick to deal with murderous intent. In just a moment, he sensed the surging murderous intent deep in Beiyue Emperor's heart.
It was obviously a sunny day, and there was a clear blue sun, but Qingge felt that there were dark clouds and lightning in the sky, and the atmosphere was solidified, as if he was walking on a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, and he would be killed at any time, and his bones would hardly be cold.
"Ye Qingtian, I hope your granddaughter will still be alive at this time tomorrow."
A mocking laugh came, and the burly King of the North Tomb stepped out of the carriage, his dark eyes falling on Qing Ge.
There was a hint of anger in Ye Qingtian's eyes, "King of the Northern Tomb, I also wish you can live until next year."
Everyone suppressed their laughter. These words were a good counterattack and were simply impeccable!
The King of the Northern Tomb snorted coldly, looked at Zhan Qiu who was sitting in the back row, rolled up his sleeves, and sat down on the gilded chair.
Zhan Qiu has soft and enchanting eyebrows, his appearance is even worse than that of a woman, his facial features are exquisite, and his skin can be broken by blows. He is dressed in a purple robe, with his back sunk deep into the gilt chair.
Qingge lowered her eyes, Zhan Qiu sat behind her.
Zhan Qiu looked at Qing Ge, with an extremely feminine smile on his lips. He stretched out his hand, picked up a strand of white hair with his slender fingers, held it at the tip of his nose, took a careful sip, and closed his eyes as if enjoying the taste, "
It smells really good.”
Qingge's face turned frosty, a wine gourd fell from the sky and hit Zhan Qiu on the head. Zhan Qiu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the wine gourd in his hand, and looked at the visitor with a smile, "Everyone in the world knows that Mo Xie
Mr. Mo makes the most fragrant wine, thank you."
Mo Xie stood leaning on a chair, folding his arms and looking at Zhan Qiu calmly, "Everyone in the world knows that Prince Zhan of Nanyi looks like a woman. At first glance, I look like a woman. When I look closely, I see that he looks like a woman."
At first glance, it seems that this is just a woman. Prince Zhan is really good at what he does. How can he still be a prince when he looks neither male nor female nor yin nor yang? I think it is normal to be called a eunuch."
Zhan Qiu's face gradually darkened, "Master Mo, are you trying to stir up trouble?"
"Starting trouble?"
Mo Xie gradually put away the smile on his face, walked up to Zhan Qiu, looked down at him, and said: "You want me to stir up trouble? Is a Nanyi Crown Prince qualified? I just want to remind you, be careful.
Don’t let anyone touch your identity.”
"It's just a broken shoe that has been abandoned by others. Why should Mr. Mo take a broken flower and a willow as a treasure?" A rich smile bloomed on Zhan Qiu's soft face, like flowers blooming in early spring.
Thunder appeared and cold light flashed, like wind and rain falling suddenly. Mo Xiexu narrowed his eyes, the flames in his eyes were burning, and there was a hunting sound. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and a dark red Wuxie knife suddenly appeared in Mo Xie's hand, with a sharp blade.
Pressing against Zhan Qiu's neck, Mo Xie stepped forward, his evil aura spread, his voice lowered, and he roared like electricity, "Will you say one more word?"
Zhan Qiu's face changed suddenly, and the cold touch made his body tremble slightly, and the lightning flowing in his body was about to move. After a long time, Zhan Qiu raised his face and said with a smile: "Master Mo, it's just a joke, don't get angry."
"joke?"
Mo Xie looked solemn and poured all his spiritual energy into the Wuxie knife.
Everyone around looked in this direction. Mo Xie's tone was extremely serious, without any intention of joking. There was a faint murderous intention flowing in the air, which made people feel depressed and dull.
"Did you know that just one joke of yours could plunge the entire Nanyi into a place of death?" Mo Xie said in a low voice with a solemn face.
"Master Mo, is this too arrogant? Is it possible that you, Mo Xie, can cover the sky with one hand from the four stars?" Zhan Qiu clasped his hands tightly and said.
"I can't cover the sky, but I can still cover you, Zhan Qiu."
Mo Xie said: "My Mo family, the Ye family, and the Xiao family live and die together. How can the three great families of Beiyue still not be able to destroy you, a Southern barbarian? What a joke!"
Mo Yuntian and Su Ya stood aside, looking at their son and shaking their heads helplessly.
It is said that Mo Xie only cares about the affairs of cultivation, but when he gets angry, he kills people, slaughters the country, and lies drunk all over the world...
When the King of the Northern Tomb saw Zhan Qiu and Mo Xie facing each other, he frowned and said in a loud voice, "Although Nanyi is a small country, it is a vassal state of our Southern Emperor. Mo Xie, please don't be too arrogant. You are still the North Tomb King."
Yue thinks your family is the only one in the four-star continent now?"
"King Bei Tomb, you are already a grown-up, why do you need to get involved in young people's affairs?" Mo Yuntian said with a smile: "The Beiyue family is the only one? The prince can eat whatever he wants, but he can't fart randomly. Ah, no, it's not allowed to say anything.
You're talking nonsense, my lord, it's really rude, I couldn't help but say this nonsense as soon as I saw you, it's so rude and disrespectful."
Everyone: "..."
As expected of Mr. Mo Xie, the two men look exactly the same as each other.
The entire face of the Northern Tomb King was ferocious with rage, and the anger in his eyes was as hot as the lava under the crater.
"Brother Mo is right."
Xiao Cang and Xiao Rufeng came together. They were elegant, gentle and kind. They glanced at the North Tomb King lightly and Xiao Cang said: "After all, the prince is a man who has fought on the battlefield. Why is he always acting on impulse? Who is so young?
At that time, the young people must have been young and energetic, and they were all joking."
Are you kidding?
The King of the Northern Tomb was almost so angry that one Buddha left his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. How could Mo Xie be joking like this?
Who holds a knife to your neck and makes a joke?
It’s okay to protect your shortcomings in such an upright and upright manner, and you are so confident!
"Mo Xie, that's enough."
Emperor Beiyue finally spoke up, "The Prince of Nanyi is an honored guest no matter what, so don't joke too much."