Ji Yue clasped her hand tightly and whispered: "I choose my wife, not my father, it has nothing to do with him."
Qingge raised her eyes, her pupils bright.
"Xiaoqi, Ayue, it's time to go."
The demon god said lazily, with a murderous tone in his tone.
Empress Feng Qi asked: "Where are you going, Lord Demon God?"
"Where to go?
I’m going to divorce my husband!”
The demon god was furious. He was dressed in blood and had a fierce momentum. He strode straight towards the realm of immortality, with a sharp and solemn aura shooting out of his eyes.
Qing Ge was stunned for a moment, then stopped laughing.
The demon god actually hurt her to the core.
He can even say the words "Hugh husband".
In the whole world, there is only one demon god who dares to be so crazy.
For example, Yun Shuishui, in front of the reincarnation master, is too brave to show off.
The Gods of War looked at Qing Ge and said, "Miss Ye, you are the holder of the divine head. Please come as a witness."
Qingge hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ji Yue, and then they walked away holding hands.
The little bun jumped down from Mo Xie's arms, and with his short legs, he ran all the way to Qingge's side, jumped up, and jumped into Qingge's arms.
"Mother, Ye'er also wants to see grandpa."
Said the little bun.
Ji Yue scooped up the little bun with her long arm, held it in her arms, and in the ear of the little bun, she asked in a very small voice that only the father and son could hear: "That old guy Qingyuan Shen is a bit tricky, can he?"
Is it done?"
Little Baozi patted his chest confidently, then leaned into Ji Yue's ear, chuckled, and said, "We'll know if Ye'er is there as soon as he makes a move, just wait."
Qingge looked at the father and son suspiciously. The elder and the younger were plotting something shady, but they didn't let her know.
"What are you talking about?"
Qing Ge asked.
"The Secret of Men."
Ji Yue returns.
The little bun grinned, "Yes, it's a man's secret and a man's agreement."
A row of black lines fell on Qing Ge's forehead, and he glared at Ji Yue, feeling speechless.
How old you are, yet you still act like a three-year-old child, childish! Before leaving.
Yan Bingtong stopped talking, the Seventh Palace King's eyes were slightly red, and the worry between his brows was all worry.
Princess Linglong said: "Qing Emperor, Ge'er is the golden branch of our palace. Although the martial arts civilization of the Three Thousand Worlds is not as good as that of the Immortal World, and your identity is also very precious, Ge'er cannot be wronged."
"I will protect her well. As long as I am alive, no one will let her be wronged."
Ji Yue said.
"Qing Emperor said this, I feel relieved."
Linglong gently held Qingge's hand and said, "If you go to live forever, no matter what the outcome is, you will still be the most outstanding daughter of the palace and the most delicate daughter."
Qingge looked at Linglong and smiled.
After a few words, they left and headed straight to the realm of immortality, which is higher than the ninth heaven.
Regarding this matter, Qing Ge was also undecided.
She didn't know what kind of person Qingyuan God was, but from the descriptions of the gods of war, the girl in the spiritual realm was quite outstanding.
In comparison, her Xuanling Realm strength is simply unmatchable.
Sure enough...it's still a little too weak.
Qingge's eyes flashed with a look of despair.
The little bun suddenly threw himself into Qingge's arms, his chubby little hands wrapped around Qingge's neck, his glossy lips gave a big sip on Qingge's cheek.
"In Ye'er's heart, Beauty Mother is the best woman in the world. No one in the world can compare to Beauty Mother."
The little bun opened his big, lively and watery eyes and spoke sincerely.
Little Baozi's words dispelled a trace of the cloud in Qing Ge's heart, and then he smiled openly, holding Little Baozi with one hand, looking somewhat heroic.
Ji Yue looked at the mother and son with gentle eyes.
There is still one God of War left in the palace, and he has no plans to leave for a long time.
Princess Linglong was about to return to her room when the voice of the God of War sounded from behind her, "Girl, please stay."
The voice was somewhat familiar, but Linglong couldn't remember where she had heard it before, and she didn't know where the familiar feeling came from.
The other party was the god of war in the heavens, General Pingxi, a well-known big shot in the world of immortality. Linglong was just the princess of the palace. She didn't dare to offend, so she stopped, turned around inch by inch, and saluted.
"Linglong has met God Pingxi. I wonder what happened to God Pingxi?"
Linglong asked generously.
The gods of war stood still, but looked at Princess Linglong carefully, with a pair of eyes as hot as fire, as if they wanted to see through Princess Linglong's body and soul.
"Pingxi God?"
The King of the Seventh Palace asked.
The gods of war came back to their senses and chuckled, "Is the girl from the house?"
"Pingxi God, Linglong is the little princess of the royal palace, and is my two thousand gold."
The Seven Palaces of Kings.
"The daughter of the Seventh King of Shenyue is quite good. She is unforgettable at first sight, as if she had known her in a dream."
The war gods of the heavens spoke words that others could not understand.
"Miss Linglong, you're too abrupt. I'll see you again someday."
The war gods of the heavens walked away neatly, leaving behind a crowd of people in the clouds and mist.
Princess Linglong looked up, looking thoughtfully at the direction where the gods of war left.
This person, this voice... it's exactly what he said, it seems like he met him in a dream.
What day was this dream?
Linglong's heart suddenly cracked open.
The pain spread to her limbs and bones, and she knelt on the ground without any warning, her head drooped, her face full of sorrow.
"exquisite!"
The Seventh Palace King and the Princess helped Linglong up together.
Linglong looked up, her eyes empty.
"Father, mother and concubine, are Linglong sick?"
"..." Only then did the seventh princess realize that Linglong had never gotten over the incident ten years ago.
But at this moment, looking at Linglong's pale face, the seventh princess would not be as crazy as before, but felt sorry for Linglong.
What kind of heartache is so painful that it will be unforgettable for ten years?
Even so, Linglong still pretended to be safe and wanted to participate in the longevity concubine selection for her.
At this time, the Seventh Princess felt that she was a vicious mother who had insisted on going her own way for ten years and never listened to Linglong's voice and pain.
That night was worse than life and death, and she was completely ignored.
The Seventh Princess held Linglong in her arms and closed her eyes: "Linglong, it's all because of the mother-in-law. Be good. You won't go anywhere in the future. You will stay with the mother-in-law. If you don't like the paintings, the mother-in-law will never force you to paint them again."
Already."
What is hateful is that the stubborn mother and daughter have been fighting for ten years and neither of them is willing to bow their heads.
The seventh princess realized her mistake today.
The top of the sky.
The war god of the heavens was hiding in the darkness. He took off his cold silver mask and lowered his eyes to look at Linglong who was suddenly in pain.
His eyes were full of affection and pain, and the lingering love was suppressed under his chest, but like a stormy wave, it hit his ribs violently.