If Qingge asked Shiyin how old he was, Shiyin was confused, and then Qingge deliberately pulled it this way. Shiyin only took a moment to understand that Qingge wanted to be a matchmaker, and met the noble and indifferent Yun Yuexia.
He kept winking at Qing Ge, he looked a bit shy and cute, and he couldn't help but want to tease her.
Teasing is teasing, but it is also true. Diviners are rare and valuable. If you find someone who can talk to you, you must study together.
Qingge simply didn't go back to the mayor's house and lived with Yun Yuexia in the underground auction house. Our young master Shiyin was a real rich man. He smiled charmingly and said generously: "You can take whatever you want from the auction house, it all belongs to me."
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Qingge's eyes sparkled, and she patted Shiyin's shoulder solemnly, "Master Shiyin, I didn't expect you to have such a manly side."
Interpretation: "..." He has always been a man, okay?
"Yunniang!" Shiyin shouted.
"Ah?" Yun Yuexia was a little dazed.
"Am I a father or not?"
"man."
Qingge looked at Yun Yuexia and shook her head helplessly, smacking her tongue, "Sure enough, the female student is useless, her elbows are turned outward."
Yun Yuexia: "..." How come she doesn't know that she has a mother named Ye Qingge?
She laughed softly, but she was sincerely happy. After Yun Yuexia became a fortune teller, she devoted herself to her. She always divined and set up the seven-star formation by herself. It would be a good thing to have one more person by her side.
It's night, and there's a bit of cool breeze.
Qingge sits cross-legged on the bed to practice, absorbing the pure spiritual energy between heaven and earth, pulling it to the purple and red clusters of elixir fire to refine it, quenching and concentrating it, and pouring it into the solid and strong muscles and veins to consolidate the own strength of the muscles and veins.
There are a total of twenty-four tendons in a cultivator's body. Of course, these twenty-four tendons are for the cultivator. They complement each other with the spiritual energy and become stronger and tougher during the forging process.
The thirteen levels of innateness are the most basic part of the journey of cultivation. As the saying goes, a house must be built well, and the foundation cannot be careless. Therefore, Qingge always treats cultivation matters with a rigorous attitude, concentrates on it, and never neglects it.
In more than a year since she came to the Four-Star Continent, she has gone from having her Dantian broken and unable to cultivate to the ninth level of Xiantian. The breakthrough speed is indeed unheard of, but along the way, she has been real, and her sweat has only made more than others.
few.
Time and time again, she was able to win in danger, largely because of the fighting and ancient martial arts she practiced in modern times.
Whether it is actual combat or killing, she is quite experienced. These experiences were gained through countless lives and deaths and cannot be erased by changing bodies.
After a long time, Qingge opened her eyes. The moonlight filtered through the window lattice, and her silver-white hair was like the snow of the twelfth lunar month. Qingge exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the fullness of her veins and the admiration of the spiritual energy in the elixir fire. Her whole body was full of energy.
Yes, his pale face turned a little rosy.
In the realm of nothingness, the miniature flame dragon circled around the little fox curled up on the throne, ready to move and watching with eager eyes. It remembered the days when it transformed into a dragon egg, so it kicked it like a ball.
However, although the little fox was still recuperating and sleeping, its residual power still existed. The flame dragon circled around the throne for a long time and did not dare to do anything to the little fox.
Finally, the flame dragon became anxious and wanted to give Ji Yueli an earth-shattering dragon roar with great authority. Unexpectedly, the roar turned into a dog barking, and the sound of "woof" was like a basin of cold water on a winter night, making people tremble.
Got excited.
The Killing Blood Wolf was lying behind the soulless blood puppet. When he heard the voice of the flame dragon, his scarlet wolf eyes seemed to roll, and the whites of his eyes were facing the flame dragon, and the meaning of ridicule was self-evident.
The sound like a barking dog came out, and the flame dragon was stunned. It was so shocked that it covered its throat, and its eyes widened. It was as charming as a young woman. When it heard the footsteps, the flame dragon immediately turned around and looked at it aggrievedly.
Come on, soybean-like tears welling up in your eyes.
Wrongful, too wronged.
The descendant of the dragon clan with its majestic and orthodox bloodline, after being born in Nirvana thousands of years later, not only did it not have any majesty, but instead barked like a coward. If the ancestors of the eight generations of the Flame Dragon heard this sudden sound, they would probably come from the earth.
Climb out and strangle this unfilial flame dragon to death.
When Qingge walked into the realm of nothingness and heard the barking of a dog, her steps immediately stopped. When she saw the flaming dragon's tearful and pitiful look, she realized that the weird bark just now was the work of the flaming dragon, and she burst into laughter.
Laugh, laugh so hard that people fall on their backs.
This was the first time in her life that she heard a dragon barking at a dog.
The flame dragon screamed angrily, feeling more and more that the laughter was harsh and insulted its dragon's dignity.
In anger, the flame dragon opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of bright yellow flames. In the center of the flames, there was a scarlet arc of light.
The flame dragon is roaring, showing its anger.
"It's so noisy." The little fox, lying like a corpse, suddenly moved its little paws, picked out its ears, and said displeasedly.
Hearing the long-lost voice, she sang softly and was filled with joy. The endless killings turned into soft and tender water, and she hurriedly stepped forward.
The hair on the little fox's body grew back and was smoother than before.
Qing Ge's heart trembled. He was the Demon King. Even after experiencing horrendous torture, he could recover as before after sleeping for a few days. This healing ability and speed were indeed astonishing, and he would not leave a single scar on his body.
His skin was smooth and enchanting, like a pampered rich man, but Qing Ge knew that behind this seemingly perfect appearance was the pain that he didn't want to mention. No matter how serious the injury was, it would heal quickly.
While she was singing and meditating, Ji Yue's body was filled with purple-red light and fire. When her body was twisting, the peerless man in red robe was lying on the black Nine Dragon King's seat with a sinister and seductive look, with a dark aura and narrow eyes.
, the deep pupils, the slender corners of the eyes were slightly raised, confusing all living beings, but it also gave rise to a bit of high-spirited murderous intent, quietly taking people's lives.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Ji Yue raised her chin slightly.
Qingge's forehead was filled with black lines, and she answered truthfully: "Beautiful."
Based on her understanding of Ji Yue, if she didn't say this beautiful word, it would be endless.
Ji Yue was very satisfied with the answer. Ji Yue smiled and asked, "Which one is more beautiful, Master or Shiyin?"
As he said that, he also gave Qingge a wink.
Although her actions are quite funny, it must be said that Ji Yue has a naturally enviable face. She is handsome and evil. With such a face, the flirtatious glances she throws out can basically win her into a girl's heart.
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Qing Ge is in a trance and a little decadent. Her man is more beautiful than she is. Is it too much of a failure?
Ji Yue grabbed it with her big hand, and the approaching Qing Ge was pulled into his arms and pressed on his legs. When the man's upper body leaned down, Qing Ge's body also fell back. Ji Yue laughed exaggeratedly, and touched her forehead.
He placed a firm kiss on her.
"I miss you so much."
He is arrogant, he is gentle, he is domineering, he is crazy, he is unreasonable.