Unexpectedly, Jiuci asked inexplicably in his ear: I heard that you can write books. Do you have that kind of book? How can you become an excellent brother?
The guardian fainted on the spot.
Jiu Ci shook his head and sighed, as expected, it is difficult to be a brother.
He has to work hard.
In the dark room, there is no heaven and earth, only the past of Jiu Ci.
That stupid brother of hers...she has to...protect him well.
Qingge wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes, looked at the tears on her fingertips, and suddenly froze.
She is not a person who likes to cry.
Maybe it’s autumn and people have become sentimental.
"Uncle Mo, thank you for taking care of my brother in the past twenty years. I will take good care of him in the future."
Qingge said: "You are the one who saved him, and you are also the one who saved me. Qingge will never forget this kindness."
"Seeing the deep love between you brother and sister, and seeing Ci'er becoming more and more cheerful, I think sealing the evil bones is the right decision."
Uncle Mo said.
Qingge lowered her eyes, with a bitter smile on her lips.
As stupid as a pig.
It doesn't matter whether he has evil bones or not, he is her brother.
Why bother?
"Ci'er has been a hard-to-reach person since he was a child, so he has no friends and other children are afraid of him."
Uncle Mo said: "At an age when other children were playing and fighting, his world was only filled with blood.
I've been worried that Ci'er will get worse if things go on like this, but fortunately, you showed up, and you saved him from twenty years of loneliness and allowed him to return to the right path."
"In the future, nothing like that will happen again."
She, her family members, and Mo You will protect this fool.
Uncle Mo nodded happily: "In this case, I feel relieved.
Ge'er, please think about it again regarding the One Hundred and Eighth Empress Lu, you are an ambitious person."
"Uncle Mo, my ambition is not in the One Hundred and Eight Continents, but in the sky. The Empress of the One Hundred and Eight Continents still can't make my heart move."
Qingge spoke arrogantly, and Uncle Mo was stunned.
He has never seen such a flamboyant woman, she is truly worthy of the title of empress.
As far as Qingge is concerned, becoming the Empress of the One Hundred and Eight Lands has no effect, it is just blindly making enemies.
Her current goal is to quickly reach the twelfth level of Xuanling and break through the origin in one fell swoop.
Deep in Qingge's heart, there is an unspoken thought.
She hopes that one day, the rules between the planes will change, and practitioners who have left their hometowns and achieved success can bring their relatives in lower planes to their side to fulfill their filial piety.
Because of the dead rules of the Nine Realms, even if Qingge feels homesick, it is helpless.
Her hometown is in Si Xing, and her relatives are far away. They are thousands of miles away and it is difficult to see them. She only misses them by looking at the bright moon at night.
Old people, one year older and one year younger.
Only at this time will Qingge panic about the passage of time.
When she walked out of the secluded room, her eyes were dazzled by the paintings on the wall. She walked over, took down the painting of her sitting on the swing, and put it away in the realm of nothingness.
"If anyone else dares to touch Jiu Ci's paintings, I'm afraid they will chop them into pieces. If it were you, he would give you tens of millions of paintings."
Uncle Mo smiled and said: "He is a person who protects his shortcomings."
"He's a good brother."
Outside, the waiter knocked on the door, and Uncle Mo asked, "What's wrong?"
"Uncle Mo, Jiudian and the Saint are back."
Uncle Mo and Qing Ge looked at each other. A gust of wind blew up and a figure came over. Jiu Ci stared at Qing Ge: "What are you doing here?"
Jiu Ci hurriedly tried to put the painting away, "Uncle Mo is serious, why did you bring Ge'er here?"
"Look at your past, what's wrong with it?"
Uncle Mo asked back.
"You don't know, women are very troublesome, very soft-hearted, and cry all the time."
As Jiu Ci spoke, he stopped in front of Qing Ge and lowered his head to look at her: "Are you crying?
Cry your ass, I’ll beat you to death if you cry again.”
"No."
Qingge said stubbornly.
Jiu Ci violently pressed the back of her head, Qingge suddenly fell into Jiu Ci's arms, and buried her face in Jiu Ci's chest.
Jiu Ci clumsily patted her back and coaxed gently: "Others made you cry. If I can kill them, do you want me to kill myself?"
Qingge felt a little suffocated, funny, and a little helpless.
"She's already an empress, and she's still crying like a little girl."
Jiu Ci rubbed Qing Ge's head: "Be good and don't cry. My brother is very good and will never die."
Qingge looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"
One hundred and eight soul-eating nails are stuck in the evil bones of the spine. Does it hurt?
Jiuci shrugged indifferently: "Brother is a man, not afraid of pain?"
"Take it down, okay?"
"Don't take it."
Jiu Ci pinched Qing Ge's face: "Brother Wei will beat you if you let me see you cry again."
"Take off the soul-eating nail."
"Shut up."
Jiuci said with a cold face: "Everything else is up to you. Don't mention this matter again."
Qingge frowned.
Jiuci said softly: "Brother, I don't want to be a stain on you. You want to be a young person. When the time comes, I will be the uncle of the country in the immortal world. Have you ever seen the uncle of the country in any dynasty or generation?
Unhappy evil bones?"
Jiu Ci could always do this, making her burst into laughter for a moment, but she felt deeply helpless at the same time.
"Be good, I don't feel any pain. I'm a brother and a man, so what does this little pain mean?"
Jiu Ci rubbed Qingge's face as if kneading dough: "My Ge'er is really getting cuter and cuter, and I still know how to care about my brother."
Qing Ge rolled her eyes and pushed Jiu Ci away: "You don't care."
She was originally a noble and elegant person, and she never expected to be led by Jiuci to use vulgar words.
After arriving at the yard, he saw Mo You. Mo You nodded towards Qing Ge and smiled slightly: "Jiu Ci hurried over when he heard what happened in the God's Domain, but he has nothing to do with him anymore. You have already solved it."
Lost."
Qingge came to Moyou and when she passed by, she said, "Moyou, may you live a long life."
Moyou turned to look at Qingge's side face.
She knew what Qingge's words meant, but... "Empress, have you heard the sound of the wind?"
Don't worry about asking.
Qingge is confused.
"When the wind comes, it is hope and death."
Mo You grinned: "It is the hope of all living beings, it is the death of Feng alone."
Qingge frowned: "Whether it's a punishment from heaven or a punishment from God, I can get through it alone without your sacrifice.
Don't worry, remember, if one day you persist in your own opinions and lead to destruction, I will never forgive you."
"That's my destiny."
"Then my destiny is that you live a long life."
Qingge said in a warm voice: "Even with my flesh and blood, I can withstand the divine punishment of the future calamity. If I can't resist it, I am useless."
Qingge put her hand on Moyou's shoulder: "Why don't you be the first ray of wind under the dawn in the morning?
He will wait for your hope every morning."
If you lose Moyou, he will die.
People in Lao Ye's family are all infatuated.
Only love one person in your life.
Go up to the poor green and fall down to the yellow spring, I will not change until death.