It turns out that there really is such a place in the world.
It turns out that the end of cultivation is to transform bones into gods.
Qingge lowered her eyes, raised her red lips, and showed a gentle smile.
Even she herself didn't realize it. After hearing Jiu Ci's answer, she subconsciously relaxed.
The nerves that have been tense for half a year can finally relax and have a good rest.
As long as she doesn't die, she can still meet. Even if it's difficult to reach the sky, she will persist until the last moment of her life.
She is willing to burn her soul to make fireworks that warm the little fox.
Jiu Ci silently observed the detailed changes in Qing Ge's expression. He was surprised at first, then shocked, and then shocked.
What kind of emotion can make Ji Yue endure the pain of changing her bones, and can make Qing Ge pursue immortality without abandoning her?
At this moment, Jiu Ci gave a thumbs up for his cleverness.
He planned to hide the news of Ji Yue's death.
Because he knows how high the world of immortality is, even if Ge'er is extremely talented, he will not be able to reach it in his lifetime.
It would be better to become a beautiful lie, giving Ge'er the faith to live.
Regarding the bone marrow smoke, in addition to not letting Qingge know about it, he also had to preserve it.
If that wisp of bone marrow smoke disappears from the world, then Qingge's life will come to an end.
A wisp of bone smoke is sent to your eyebrows, a wisp of love smoke wraps up my concubine's heart, after passing this mountain, the sky and the earth will grow forever, one smoke will lead to two lives, and the nether world will end.
This is a very old ballad, but no matter when or where you hear it, the hearts of those who hear it will be moved.
What kind of love is as deep as the sea that can last until death?
After a long time, Little Baozi's voice sounded outside the door, "Mother..."
Jiu Ci was surprised and then realized that the little bun was missing.
Jiuci immediately opened the door, and Little Baozi walked in with a bowl of meat porridge.
"Little smart boy, what are you doing? You're going to scare your uncle to death!" Jiuci was sulky, silent and invisible. He was such a naughty guy.
Little Baozi tilted his head and looked at Jiu Ci, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes full of disgust.
"What's that look in your eyes? I'm your uncle, your elder!" Jiuci was angry again.
The little bun ignored him and walked towards Qingge. Qingge rubbed the little bun's face and said, "Uncle is your elder and your relative. You can't be rude."
Little Baozi is stubborn, but he can only listen to soft songs.
The little bun saluted perfunctorily, "Hello, uncle. My nephew Ye'er wishes my uncle a happy birthday in advance. I wish your uncle to have three wives and four concubines."
Jiuci: "..." Where did this kid learn to be messy?
"Ye'er, what did you do?" Qingge asked.
A really cute smile appeared on the little bun's face immediately, "Mother, Ye'er went to cook porridge for you. It was Ye Niang who taught me."
Night allure?
Qing Ge smiled in relief.
Her child, so old, is so sensible.
But Jiu Ci just felt that this child was very annoying. The little bun kept pointing his buttocks at him, and Jiu Ci was very angry. How can he establish his authority if his uncle is not strict?
Jiu Ci touched his chin, annoyed, he didn't offend this little nephew.
Little Baozi glanced at Jiu Ci out of the corner of his eye. As soon as his uncle came, he lost his favor.
He didn't know how long he could stay in the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, as the power of the Demon King in his body could no longer be controlled.
He just hopes that he can stay with his mother in the coming time.
Thinking of this, Xiao Baozi tightly grasped Qingge's sleeves.
"Ye'er is worried?" Qing Ge finished the meat porridge and smiled and stroked the little bun's forehead.
"Ye'er just wants to be by my mother's side, and I have nothing else to ask for." Little Baozi looked at Qingge stubbornly with red eyes.
Jiu Ci saw that the little bun was holding back his sobs and was so well-behaved at such a young age, so Jiu Ci was no longer angry.
Jiuci picked up the little bun and fiddled with the folding fan in an attempt to make the little bun laugh, "What nonsense are Ye'er talking about? Ye'er will naturally stay with your mother all the time."
Little Baozi looked at the folding fan dangling in front of him and was very upset. Was this silly uncle treating him like a three-year-old child?
As everyone knows, he is no older than a three-year-old child.
Little Baozi was dejected and unhappy, almost crying, and murmured softly, "Ye'er will no longer be able to accompany mother. Mother, would you like Ye'er not to be a demon king? Ye'er just wants to be mother's son..."
He doesn't want any demon king, demon clan, or supreme being.
It is better to be the master of the world than to be warm by your mother's side.
Qingge suddenly looked up at Ji Ye, feeling extremely reluctant to leave.
She felt it too.
Ji Ye has been curbing his own power.
When the aura of his demon lord is released, all five continents will become a land of demonic swamps.
Qingge also didn’t want Little Baozi to accompany her.
Her enemy Fang Yu, I don’t know what the Lord God thinks, there is Xun Wu Lei, the Demon Queen in the Nine Realms, and she has the blood of the Demon King in her body, the Demon Queen will never give up the opportunity to attack her.
Rather than letting Little Baozi be frightened by her side day and night, or being taken advantage of by others one day, it would be better to be sent back to the demon clan and live in peace of mind.
"Demon Lord? What Demon Lord?" Jiu Ci was full of doubts and pinched Little Baozi's chubby face, "A manly man can't shed tears easily, he can't shed tears even if he bleeds, and a little man can't cry either."
"But uncle, I really want to cry." Little Baozi looked straight at Jiu Ci. Although he was smart, well-behaved, sensible and astute, his eyes did not have the filth and dirty look of an adult, and were as clean and clear as day.
Bottomed mountain spring water.
"Ye'er, listen to uncle, when you are so sad that you want to cry, just raise your head and look at the sky at 45 degrees, and an angel will take away your tears." Jiuci said softly.
Qingge: "..."
Looking at the sky at forty-five degrees?
The owner of the sad boy Yingyue?
The corners of Qingge's mouth twitched crazily.
He really is an unreliable brother.
After Jiuci comforted Little Baozi, Little Baozi fell asleep in his arms.
Jiu Ci put the little bun on the bed, then got up and went out. Before leaving, Jiu Ci glanced at Qing Ge.
Qing Ge then followed Jiu Ci and walked out.
Jiu Ci put away the smile on his face, looked cold and solemn, and said in a deep tone, "What does Ye'er mean by Demon Lord?"
How could Little Baozi mention the Demon Lord for no reason?
Singing quietly in silence.
Jiuci put one hand behind his back and said: "The demon king was born, but the demon clan has not allowed the demon king to appear, and the demon clan has been inquiring about the situation of the demon clan. The two demon clans have hated each other for many years..."
Jiu Ci was still chattering eloquently, but Qing Ge decisively interrupted Jiu Ci.
"Ye'er is the devil."
"..."
Jiu Ci turned around inch by inch. He was so shocked that his chin seemed to be big enough to hold his fear, and his whole body seemed to be petrified and dumbfounded.
Jiu Ci looked at Qing Ge in confusion, his mind that was originally running so fast was just blank.
Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't associate the little bun with the devil.
Jiu Ci's brain was frozen, and he couldn't figure out the relationship.
His sister's husband is a demon king, but her son is a demon king...