That year, Yun Shuishui pulled her, put on a mask, and walked through the dim red light.
Feng Qi only felt childish and refused to move. In the end, Yun Shuishui couldn't defeat Yun Shuishui and was dragged out. Even though Feng Qi was impatient, when his eyes looked at Yun Shuishui through the mask, he could only see helplessness and pampering.
Yun Shuishui looked excited.
Later, when the lotus lanterns were put on, Yun Shuishui shouted loudly: "I, Yun Shuishui, have only one wish. May my Qi'er be worry-free, safe and free from disasters for the rest of my life!" And later, Feng Qi's
All disasters were caused by her, and this lasted for thousands of years.
Everyone's human heart is scary. It turns out that the hearts of elves are also so scary.
"Shenyue's butterfly mask is very good." Yao Shen said.
"The most terrifying mask is innocence." Feng Qi sneered.
Both Demon God and Qing Ge looked at Feng Qi, but were speechless in the end.
"Grandma, grandma, Ye'er is here."
When the sound of the little bun's milk was heard outside the house, the slightly solemn atmosphere in the house finally relaxed.
Qingge and others turned back to look out the door, only to see the goddess walking in holding the little bun. Qingge's eyes lit up, and a look of surprise flashed through her eyes.
Little Baozi's smooth and slender hair was tied up with two croissants and tied with a red ribbon. He had some broken hair on the temples and was wearing a rouge-colored dress.
Qing Ge was stunned and slightly surprised. Did she see it wrong? Her Ye'er was actually wearing a skirt.
The little bun walked towards Qing Ge while holding up her skirt, and turned around: "Mom, does it look good?"
"Good-looking." Qing Ge smiled, squatted down, hugged the little bun, and rubbed the little bun's head: "Why are you wearing a skirt?"
"Mother likes girls. If Ye'er puts on a little skirt, she will be a girl. Mother must like Ye'er." The little bun's watery eyes widened, and he looked childish and innocent.
Qingge was stunned, her nose felt sour, and she hugged the little bun tightly: "Mother only loves Ye'er."
The little bun blinked: "Really?"
"Absolutely true."
"Then if my father and I fall into the river, who will my mother save?"
"save you."
"Then mother doesn't care about father?"
"in spite of."
"..."
Little Baozi laughed exaggeratedly, looking at Ji Yue as if he was showing off his power.
Ji Yue staggered in her steps and twitched the corner of her mouth. Is this little guy provoking him?
He has lived for tens of thousands of years, met countless people, and been alone for too long, but he lost to his own son?
Little Baozi ran towards Yan Bingtong and the others excitedly, "Grandma, grandma, is Ye'er good-looking?"
The demon god and others all laughed and said, "It looks good."
Little Baozi didn't know what would happen if he put on a small skirt. He only knew that he only did what made his mother happy.
His mother asked him not to kill anyone, so he went to memorize Buddhist scriptures to save the souls of the dead.
His mother wanted him to be happy, so he couldn't shed a single tear.
The mother he finally found must not be lost again.
The goddess looked at the little bun with a smile.
It seems good to have a child.
"Brother?" The goddess looked back and saw aventurine approaching slowly.
"Brother Dongling, please sit down," Ji Yue said.
Regarding aventurine cod, he admired it more.
A man who has paid so much for Geer deserves his admiration.
He would give up everything in this world, including the throne of the Blue Emperor, to Aventurine without hesitation, except for the girl he loved.
"Brother Ji, long time no see." He nodded and smiled as a gentleman.
Aventurine stopped and turned to look at Qingge.
After just one glance, he turned around and walked towards Xiao Baozi.
The little bun opened his hands and ran towards Aventurine: "Uncle Aventurine, Ye'er misses you so much."
"Okay, please take your seats quickly, the food should be cold." Yan Bingtong said with a smile.
Everyone sat down one by one, and when they were about to use their chopsticks, they saw a figure coming like thunder and lightning, roaring like wind, wind, fire and fire.
He stopped between the double doors, and everyone looked up, dumbfounded.
Stopping at the lintel of the hall of Chiyan Mansion was none other than the King of the Five Palaces, Thunder God.
"Thunder God, what are you doing here?" Yan Bingtong frowned and asked displeasedly.
The king of the fifth palace groaned: "I am here to eat."
"You don't have food in your house?" Yan Bingtong held back her anger.
"The price of the cook's labor has increased. I knocked him away with one palm, and now I have nothing to eat." The God of Thunder said seriously.
Qingge was stunned. She had to say that the God of Thunder was really a strange flower blooming in the wind among the ten kings.
The God of Thunder has already made up his mind to eat back the nine million yuan stone.
"The visitor is a guest, God of Thunder, please——" Qingge spread his hands, his brows were gentle, and he smiled softly.
The God of Thunder was about to walk in with his head held high and his chest high and powerful. When he saw Ji Yue beside him with a downcast look, the God of Thunder immediately nodded and bowed: "I don't dare to take it seriously. It is really an honor for me to sit at the same table with the girl."
Qingge had no choice but to hold Ji Yue's hand and enter the table.
Although the God of Thunder wanted to devour it, after all, everyone here was a noble person and he did not dare to be too presumptuous.
After all, Qingliantai lost an arm and died from talking too much. This is a lesson learned from the past.
Thor has learned a lesson now. He must eat more and talk less, so that he can live a long life.
He is so smart.
Jiu Ci and Dongfang Po were sitting together, with Hell next to them. It was a harmonious atmosphere, full of joy and laughter.
Dongfang Po leaned close to Jiu Ci's ear and asked softly: "Brother Jiu Ci, do you have a sweetheart?"
"What the hell is a sweetheart? Can it be eaten? Tsk, brother Dongfang, you don't understand. A handsome man like me will never have a sweetheart. He is usually the sweetheart of thousands of young people." Jiuci said.
In terms of beauty, Aventurine and Ji Yue are both above Jiu Ci, and Jiu Ci can bully the honest and humble Dongfang Po.
After dinner, it was night and a light cool breeze was blowing.
Everyone left Chiyan Mansion in small groups.
Last night there was a bloody storm in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and the night was full of sorrow.
In the human race, there is also a Lantern Festival to pray for blessings.
Qingge put on a mask, held a glass lantern, and walked down the long street holding hands with Ji Yue.
The streets are busy with traffic and elves are coming and going.
I can't see those beautiful faces, I can only see the skirts fluttering slightly in the wind.
The laughter of boys and girls came.
Last night in the Shenyue City, there were thunders everywhere, green fire covered them, red lotus ghost fire suddenly appeared, and the entire clan was wiped out in an instant.
Today, thousands of houses are brightly lit and lively, with only pure laughter.
"Dongfang Po, where are you running? I'll give you a kick." Jiu Ci chased Dongfang Po and suddenly bumped into a girl.
The girl's lantern fell on the ground. Jiu Ci was stunned, picked up the lantern and handed it to her.
Through the mask, only the girl's eyes can be seen.
These eyes reminded him of little Moyou.
The girl didn't say a word and turned around to leave. Just as Jiu Ci was about to catch up, the next moment, the girl had disappeared.
"Oops, am I going to fall in love with someone else? What about little Moyou?" Jiuci muttered to himself, covering his rapidly beating heart.
Immediately, Jiu Ci shook his head and continued to chase Dongfang Po.
"Dongfang Po, I'm going to beat you to death! You still dare to run!"
He didn't know why he wanted to hit Dongfang Po. Probably among the group of perverts, only Dongfang Po was easier to bully.