After breaking through the eighth level of innateness, Qingge forgot about food and sleep, and hid in his room day and night to practice and consolidate.
The little old man Ye Qingtian occasionally wanted to visit his granddaughter, but he could only be blocked outside. The little old man pouted, hummed a few times, rolled his eyes, and turned around to deal with his own affairs.
An Suyou sent someone to convey the message once. He said that everything should be packed and he would leave for Jialan in three days at most. However, our great scholar An also said that Jialan Academy has everything. The Ye family has everything.
Blue Academy has them.
When Ye Qingtian heard this, he became furious and threatened to fight An Suyou to the death.
An Suyou: I have to go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to talk about life with Cuihua'er, so I don't have time!
evening.
Qingge sat cross-legged with her eyes slightly closed. There was a burst of white jade light on her body, like the mist of the fairy palace, misty and misty. The girl was sweating profusely, her clothes were wet with sweat, and even her white hair was wet.
It is wet and stuck to the neck as white as jade, which is a bit charming and a bit charming.
She tried to unblock the twenty-fifth red tendon, but the red tendon was as solid and unbreakable as a rock. No matter how hard she tried, she remained motionless. A whole day passed, and although Qing Ge did not slack off, she still couldn't move.
I also know that this cannot be unclogged.
Get up, go into the backyard, and into the bath.
Qingge was lying on the edge of the bathtub with her face in her hands, and the delicate petals were floating on the water. The heat was like mist, hazy like intoxication, and the warm current flowed through it. It was extremely comfortable and refreshing. The girl tilted her head slightly, and a hint of trace appeared on her stunning face.
He looked tired and his frowning eyebrows showed sadness.
When will the little fox wake up——
Qing Ge shook his head and suddenly realized that in every corner of Fengyue Pavilion, Ye Family, and Beiyue Kingdom, there seemed to be foxes with fiery red manes, showing off their power, rolling their eyes with pride and disdain, and imitating human walking.
The funny look...
Qingge breathed out, white smoke lingering, she squatted down, the nectar in the bath engulfed her sharp chin, bright red lips, strong nose, bright eyes, dark eyebrows...
The white hair is submerged in the nectar water, and the water surface is not covered with water. Only the petals are floating and flowing, which is beautiful.
For a long time, in the motionless nectar water, a tall figure broke out of the water. Water splashed everywhere. The girl walked up to the smooth and shiny crystal table on the edge of the bath with bare feet. The spiritual energy stirred, and the fire hanging on the golden lotus was stirred.
The red robe suddenly blew from the sky. The girl opened her hands, the spacious robe wrapped around her body, and a rose-red belt was tied randomly around her waist. Her collarbone was sexy, and her skin was like gelatin, which could be broken by blowing.
Three thousand white hairs hang down behind him, like a sudden snowfall from red plum trees everywhere.
real--
She is becoming more and more like him.
"Miss." Yinlan waited in front of the spar door outside the bath.
"Prepare the car and go to my residence."
In front of the door, a girl in red clothes is like fire, charming like flowers, her eyes are glazed, charming, and full of charm. She raises her eyes and looks into the dark night. All the phenomena of the three thousand worlds seem to be reflected in her pupils.
The corners of his lips were raised into a savage and evil smile, like a monster, killing with blood.
This time——
yes.
She is the second person to be granted a title of Marquis in the Beiyue Dynasty and the only female Marquis on the Four-Star Continent.
The four corners of the carriage were inlaid with rubies. Qingge walked down the hundred-foot stairs and stepped onto the carriage. Above the stairs, behind the stone lions, a figure walked out.
"Marquis Anguo...should I call you Marquis now?"
Ye Yu was wearing a satin and rouge brocade dress. She was standing supporting a stone lion. Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent. Her eyes fell on Qing Ge. She raised the corners of her lips and smiled desolately.
"You are the fourth daughter in the direct line, and I am the third. Logically speaking, I should call you sister." Qingge's face was full of charm, and her eyes were full of charm, but the next moment, she was cold to the bone.
Kill the world!
Ye Yu was stunned, then smiled bitterly, "How dare I be the Marquis' sister?"
"It's not a question of whether you dare to take it, but whether I am willing to let you take it."
The girl was frivolous and gorgeous, her spirit was flying, and the gorgeous smile on her face actually made the dark night eclipse the blue water without waves.
Ye Yu was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the young girl in front of the carriage who was so handsome in the spring breeze. After a moment, Ye Yu laughed so hard that he was crazy.
Until she was tired of laughing, she supported the stone lion beside her. With a tired face, she looked at the girl standing in front of the carriage at the foot of the stairs complicatedly, and said: "If one day I die suddenly, you must remember that there is still me.
Sister, I don’t like to be alone. You must bury my ashes in a place where birds live. I’m afraid of the smell. You must bury several jars of peach blossom wine in my grave. I would rather be too drunk to be reincarnated.
, and don’t want to rot in the soil.”
Qingge looked at Ye Yu's bloodless face, and her heart seemed to twitch violently. After a long time, she nodded, agreed, and got on the carriage.
Ye Yu stood leaning against the stone lion, watching the carriage go further and further away, disappearing into the endless night.
The residence of Marquis Yingwu is located in a relatively remote place in the north of the city.
A hundred years ago, when Marquis Yingwu was still alive, the north of the city was the most prosperous area in the entire capital. Now, after a hundred years of precipitation, although Marquis Yingwu's mansion is empty, the majesty of the Marquis makes the villain tremble.
Because for hundreds of years, the emperor of Beiyue would have people come to clean it regularly, so even after a hundred years, the Yingwu Marquis Mansion is still as clean as ever.
In front of the house.
Qingge got off the carriage and looked up. In the rich night, the moonlight was thin, and the dark plaque hung on the mansion. It looked like an ancient divine object to suppress evil, which made people feel respectful.
"Miss, the old slave's granddaughter admires the lady very much. It's a pity that she is bedridden and I'm afraid she won't last long."
The coachman driving the horse was an old man, with many wrinkles on his face, his right pupil was cloudy, and his left eye was all white. He looked particularly horrified in this desolate night, but when the old man spoke, he was simple and sincere, which could touch people's hearts.
Qingge raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"When I come out, I will go see the child with you." Qingge said.
"Young lady is so kind to me, but I can't repay you."
The old man wanted to kneel down, but the spiritual energy in Qing Ge's Dantian stopped him from kneeling down.
"It's late at night, old man, please go back and be with your granddaughter first." Qingge gathered her energy and turned around to walk towards the British Marquis's mansion.
"Third Miss, the British prince admired the most flesh-and-blood people in his life. Although he killed countless people in his life, when he died, 40 million people in Beiyue prayed for him."
After Qingge walked into the mansion, the old man's voice sounded behind him. Qingge was stunned for a moment, then smiled and entered the deep British mansion.
Two dark doors were slammed shut, making a sound like thunder in the dark night.
On the carriage, the old man sat with his legs bent, holding the reins tied to the horse's head in his hand. He looked down at his wrinkled hands, and a strange arc of light appeared in his cloudy pupils.
The old man is old, the frost and snow are old.
In a simple house, a pretty girl kept coughing, and her dry lips were stained red with blood. The girl clenched the bed board with her hands, her innocent eyes widened, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her body convulsed, and her eyes were red.
His lips quivered slightly, his voice was like a mosquito—
"Stars fall, fate is different, heaven reincarnates, and the sign of death is inevitable!"
When speaking, the girl's eyes were filled with purple arcs of light, she was wise and steady, without any hint of youthfulness.