His mind was shaky and trembling, and it had collapsed to the last layer of paper.
It will break with one poke.
Sui Linggui looked at the current scene and didn't know what to think. He was afraid of Yun Shen, but he also hoped that the Queen Qing would be Ji Yatou.
After all, Ji Yatou is now considered a Qinglian person. If she can rise to the top, all the chickens and dogs in Qinglian will ascend to heaven.
Ji Yue untied Qingge's cloak, took out a milky white velvet blanket from the void, and wrapped Qingge tightly.
After finishing all this, Ji Yue threw her cloak to Aventurine, "King Qinglian, thank you."
Aventurine took a step forward and when he caught the cloak, his face emerged from the shadows.
There is a little tear stain, and the eyes like the starry night are full of sadness, as if standing in the bone-chilling snow, watching a ruthless fire burn down your home. The feeling of despair is like water submerged in the deep sea, submerged in
It cut off his mouth and nose, and at the same time annihilated his vitality.
Ouch!
A wolf howled appeared.
Of course, it was not the wolf that made such a sad cry, but Dongfang Po, who was rolling up his sleeves and wiping his tears.
"The beautiful girl has fallen in love with someone else. I have no love in my life. I want to become a monk or a Taoist priest. I will never study medicine again." Dongfang Po wailed miserably.
Ji Yue's eyes were dark and secretive, and she glanced at Qingge meaningfully.
Qingge looked innocent, she didn't know what Dongfang Po was...
Dongfang Po seemed to want to hold hands with Aventurine Po and cry. Aventurine Po looked at the heartbroken Dong Ling Po, and somehow he felt like he wanted to leave home and become a monk.
Once the thought occurs, it will quickly take root and sprout, no matter what, it cannot be stopped.
Aventurine Cod and Dongfang Po both looked at each other's heads subconsciously. Even though they had thick black hair, they both seemed to see themselves naked in each other's eyes.
Dongfang Po hugged Aventurine and cried loudly: "King Qinglian, you and I are in the same boat, and it's so painful to lose my love. I have endured too much when I was young."
The loss of my love made Aventurine even more sad, and the idea of becoming a monk became even stronger.
He wants to become a monk.
He feels that he has a connection with Buddha.
The changes in events on Qinglian Terrace caught people off guard.
"Clan Chief, Patriarch, someone from the Demon Clan is visiting!" A waiter came in a hurry.
Demon clan?
Sui Linggui narrowed his eyes, something strange happened today. First came the demon clan, and then the demon clan.
The information from the Demon Clan was quite good. Knowing that Demon Realm sent people to Qinglian, they immediately sent people there as well.
"Go and bring them here." Sui Ling returned.
Only Dongfang Po's shouting voice could be heard on the Qinglian stage. While crying loudly, he wiped the nosebleeds on Aventurine's body.
The Seven Clans couldn't stand it anymore, so they kicked Dongfang Po on the butt, causing Dongfang Po to fall onto his back.
Dongfang Po roared and turned around. When he saw that it was an old man from the Seven Clans, he immediately shrank and behaved like a turtle. At first glance, he looked like a master who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Those two scimitars can teach him how to behave.
The elder of the seven tribes said with disdain: "What kind of nonsense is this? Could it be that the majestic King Qinglian wants to become a monk with you? How can you afford to bear such a taboo crime? If it is not the great tragedy of the clan, as a
How can a king cut off his hair at will?"
Dongfang Po fell to pieces and pissed himself. He looked at Qing Ge with red eyes and blood stains under his nose. He raised his head and shouted miserably: "I am so sad to have lost my love."
When Dongfang Po was planning to become a monk, the waiter had already brought the demons.
There were two demons who came, one big and one small, one female and one male.
The woman was wearing a pink shirt and had two croissants on her hair. The man was a child, about five or six years old, with bright black eyes.
"Demon Ye Wei pays homage to the gods." Ye Wei knelt down on one knee.
On the way here, she had told the Demon Lord countless times that when she saw the leader of the Qinglian clan, she did not need to kneel down and worship her, but she had to be polite and knowledgeable. Not to mention that the people sitting in front of her now were the Immortal Cloud God and the Divine Lord Qing Emperor.
The ritual of kneeling and worshiping is unavoidable.
Ye Wei didn't pay attention, so he ignored Qingge and kept winking at Little Baozi.
The little bun looked left and right, then bowed his hands in a decent manner and bowed in salute: "Demon Lord Ji Ye, I have met you all. This is our first meeting. Don't you want to give me something?"
puff!
A child who begs for things whenever they meet.
Ye Wei was stunned, as if he was petrified, and his face was full of hopelessness.
Ye Wei didn't know that Xiao Baozi was saving dowry money for his mother. Xiao Baozi heard that when a human race marries a girl, she needs a dowry. The better the dowry, the higher her status in life after marriage.
And after his efforts in screening, he has already chosen several handsome men who are good in all aspects.
Suddenly, the little bun looked straight ahead. What was that?
sky!
Little Baozi covered his eyes with his small hands, then opened his fingers, and looked forward with his dark eyes through the slender fingers.
Ouch! He read it right, it’s my mother.
Whose uncle is that man from?
If mother does this, does father know?
Little Baozi stood there and stared at Ji Yue. Not only that, everyone around him looked at Little Baozi and then at Ji Yue.
Wait a minute...how come these two guys are exactly the same? Their noses, eyes, and mouths are almost the same, except for the different colors of their pupils.
Little Baozi walked forward aggressively, walked to the table, pointed at Ji Yue, and asked: "Do you want to be my father? Do you have money?"
The atmosphere was once awkward.
How should I put it, the divine king Qingdi is very rich.
But who is the mother of the Demon Lord?
The depressed goddess suddenly looked at Qing Ge, and upon closer inspection, she saw that the Demon Lord and Qing Ge were somewhat similar.
"Demon Lord, who is your mother?" the goddess asked.
Little Baozi didn't seem to hear. When he saw his mother sitting on the lap of a smelly man, his anger could almost destroy the demon world.
The little bun crossed the gilt table and walked around to Qingge. He spread his little hands suddenly and said softly and aggrievedly: "Mother, Ye'er wants to hug me."
The goddess felt dizzy and short of breath. So that's it, that's it.
She has always known that Qingge has a five-year-old child and a husband in the immortal world.
It's just that they were all wrong. That man was the God King Qingdi! No one expected it.
The goddess smiled bitterly.
She loves Aventurine, and Aventurine has a special liking for light singing.
She planned to give up Aventurine, but found out that the designated fiancé was actually the father of Qingge's child.
All I have to say is that fate plays tricks on people.
Mother?
For a moment, Ji Yue did not realize that Ji Ye was very similar to herself.
That sentence about mother made Ji Yue feel confused in the wind.
He had only been away for a long time, and she even had a child...
Especially the thousand-year-old demon in Ji Yue's mind reappeared and made a harsh and taunting voice: "Look, she even has a son, she doesn't love you at all, she is King Qinglian, she is Dongfang Po again, and now
You don’t even know who the child’s father is, tsk tsk, Qing Emperor, just give up, she is such a dissolute and wanton woman!”
Ji Yue stared at the little bun for a long time and found that he looked quite similar to her.