The mountains were silent for a long time, the saint said this, and then turned around gracefully. In an instant, the dark clouds between her eyebrows also disappeared.
Seeing this, Qingge smiled calmly. It seemed that her sincere words were not in vain.
Emperor Jiujun was very pleased to see that the Saint had completely let go. He turned his head and looked at Qingge, suddenly looking forward to the future situation where the Demon King would rule the world.
He wanted to know, when that time comes, their feelings are revealed to the world, and what will she do in the face of thousands of accusations...
Regarding the treatment of the saint, Qingge did not insist on executing the saint like other women. Instead, she kept the saint for Ji Yue's sake.
First she defeated the saint mercilessly, and then today she told her how good the saint was. In this way, the saint no longer had any other ideas.
This is a clever plan, good!
Even Emperor Jiujun wanted to applaud him.
Late at night, Qing Ge and Ji Yue were resting in the tent. Ji Yue was like an octopus, with all her limbs wrapped around Qing Ge's tender body, but just right so as not to crush Qing Ge.
Qingge nestled in Ji Yue's arms, and the man's warm and burning breath hit her face, full of domineering atmosphere, vaguely mixed with a little scent of grass, making people feel extremely safe, comfortable and attached.
She slowly opened her eyes, and in the dark shadows, she stared at Ji Yue carefully and greedily.
Ji Yue, who is sleeping, has less sharp edges and violent temper. Her clear eyelashes are spread out like cattail fans, covered with a thick layer of shadow. The man's skin is very good, with no pores visible to the naked eye, and is as fair as white.
The snow is as crystal clear as mutton-fat jade, especially the sword-shaped eyebrows that slant into the temples, where evil and evil are rampant, and there is a sharp and cold air.
Even as she fell into sleep, Ji Yue's brows were furrowed.
Qing Ge struggled to reach out her hand, trying to smooth the sadness between Ji Yue's eyebrows.
In an instant, the man who was supposed to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qing Ge with a lazy, fox-like smile, a pair of strange eyes, half bloody and enchanting, half elegant and noble.
He looked at her lovingly, and suddenly touched Qingge's lips softly, then closed his eyes, hugged Qingge, and gradually fell asleep.
Qingge struggled for a moment, and the man closed his eyes and grabbed her hand, "Don't make trouble."
The soft song gradually softened, and in the rich night, a pair of cold eyes looked at Shen Fei.
Qingge is greedy for this kind of warmth, and it is so touching that it gnaws at the bones.
After a moment, the white jade light of the Xue Lingzhu seeped out from the thousands of pores on her body, shrouding and comforting Ji Yue.
She moved slowly and carefully, quietly breaking away from Ji Yue's arms, and then tiptoed out of the tent, heading towards the place where the Tianchen iron ore vein was buried.
Time is running out, she still has two hundred and fifty weapons to refine.
After Qingge left the tent, the curtain of the tent hung down. Inside the tent, the man opened his eyes again and looked thoughtfully in the direction where Qingge left.
He got up and left the tent, only to meet Emperor Jiujun.
Emperor Jiujun pointed in a direction and said, "I just saw Qing Ge going here. Do you want to go take a look?"
Ji Yue remained silent, but still followed Emperor Jiujun to approach the mountain range.
They saw the hot flame burning under the silver cauldron, the woman sweating profusely, and skillfully refining weapons.
There are more and more weapons in the ice cellar, including swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, whips, maces, hammers, boring bars, sticks, and shooting stars.
The shape of the weapon may not be perfect and delicate, but it has a strong and powerful air.
Those weapons are stuck in the ice cellar. They are restrained and angry, but yet sharp and sharp. At first glance, they are high-quality weapons. The user can handle them with ease. Those with high strength and extraordinary talents can achieve a tacit understanding of the soul with the weapons.
Emperor Jiujun's eyes were blazing, "Qing Ge actually knows how to refine weapons?"
Ji Yue's face was stiff, she looked deeply at Qingge and said, "Maybe."
"Are all human women so magical? It seems that I have to go to other continents and planes to find a beautiful girl when I have time."
Emperor Jiujun kept chattering, and when he realized that no one was paying attention, he subconsciously looked back, only to see a bloody figure on his back.
Ji Yue returned to the tent to rest, and Emperor Jiujun frowned in confusion. He squatted in the grass and peeped at Qingge, who was concentrating on refining the weapon.
He has been fascinated by the art of weapon refining since he was a child, but he didn't have enough talent. After many attempts and failed, he no longer entered the path of weapon refining. Now seeing Qingge refining weapons like this has aroused his interest.
This time, I saw the dawn without realizing it.
In the dim light of the morning, Qingge hit her stiff shoulders. When she stood up, her legs were numb and she couldn't stand. She almost fell. Fortunately, Fuxi came over quickly and helped her.
"You practiced all night?" Fu Xi asked.
"Roughly the same."
Qingge narrowed her eyes, yawned, and stretched, her curves exposed, the rising sun was like fire, and the golden light shone down, actually outlining the beautiful lines of the woman's delicate body.
Fu Xi obediently beat her legs for Qing Ge, then trotted to the ice cellar, counted them carefully, and exclaimed, "Did you refine a hundred weapons last night?"
Forging a hundred high-quality weapons in one night, and all of them are perfect finished products, is simply impossible in the world of weapon refining.
Di Jiujun in the grass widened his eyes and thought to himself, he is simply a genius in refining weapons!
Although he has no talent for weapon refining, he has read a lot of books on weapon refining and has collected many excellent weapons. His vicious eyes can tell that the weapons refined by Qing Ge are top-grade treasures.
For doing this, he can be called the god of weapon refining.
Fuxi stared at Qingge as if he had seen a ghost, wondering if this guy was a thousand-year-old witch or an eminent monk who had specially transformed into a beautiful woman to deceive his young and pure heart.
She hadn't slept all night, and Qingge's eyes were a little blue. She shook off her fatigue and walked into the tent in a dress full of energy.
It was three o'clock in the morning, but Ji Yue was still sleeping.
Qingge lay weakly next to Ji Yue and took a nap.
Ji Yue opened her eyes and looked at the pale and sweating woman with distress.
The man held his sleeves and gently wiped the sweat from her face and neck.
Qing Ge was familiar with his scent and was not wary. She was so tired after a night that she wished she could sleep for ten days and a half.
Ji Yue sat by the bed and massaged Qing Ge's shoulders and legs. The technique was unique and infused with the power of the Demon King, making Qing Ge sleep more and more soundly, and the fatigue in her body muscles gradually relaxed.
After sleeping for two hours, Qingge saw that Ji Yue was not in the tent. She thought that Ji Yue was discussing important matters about the place of exile with Emperor Jiujun, so she went to the land of mineral veins alone to hurry up and refine the weapon.
Until the evening, Qingge refined one hundred weapons. Adding the previous one hundred and fifty, there were a total of two hundred and fifty.
Qingge's face was pale and transparent, and her physical strength was a little exhausted. However, when she saw that there were only fifty pieces left, she refused to rest and continued casting quickly.
When all the weapons were refined, Qingge's spiritual energy went into shock, and she spit out a mouthful of bright red blood.
She looked down and saw that her hands were a little bloody.
Just when he was about to use the Snow Spirit Pearl to heal him, Fuxi rushed over panting, "Sister, something happened."