Qingge sat on Ji Yue's lap and leaned into his arms, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
——If I die, I hope to die in your hands.
Qing Ge suddenly grabbed Ji Yue's clothes with both hands and lifted them up violently, glaring at Ji Yue with a fierce look.
"If you dare to die, I will take your son and find another man." Qingge said angrily.
Ji Yue smiled, hugged Qingge gently, rested her chin on Qingge's head, and there was a gentle feeling between her brows.
"No," he said.
Qingge smiled and raised her eyebrows: "Are you scared?"
Ji Yue smiled and rubbed Qingge's soft hair: "Naughty." She was getting more and more naughty.
Qingge hugged Ji Yue tightly, closed her eyes slightly, and remained silent.
die?
Even though there are tens of millions of people in this world, if he is not here, what fun is there in this world?
If one day she were asked to hold a butcher knife and chop at the man she loved, that knife would definitely break her heart.
When the setting sun was like blood and evening came, Ji Yue whispered: "Ge'er..."
"Um?"
Qingge closed her eyes and took a nap, then purred lazily.
"Ge'er?" Ji Yue called again.
Qingge felt a little impatient, and suddenly raised her head like an angry cat, staring at Ji Yue with her round eyes.
At this moment, the sunset was like a painting, and the clouds were like fire. Ji Yue lowered her head and kissed her.
There is no fiery lingering sadness, no tenderness and tenderness, there is just a heart that is like a deer bumping around, and a deer that is about to be killed.
The soft and thin lips collided, singing quietly to the calm lake of the heart, stirring up thousands of waves, like fire bursting out, and water splashing everywhere.
Qing Ge subconsciously stretched out her catkin-like lotus roots and gently hugged the man's neck. In front of her eyes was an enlarged handsome face and strange eyes filled with affection.
Just like before, on the top of the mountain, she was abandoned by others, and he gave up his years of cultivation, and the beauty smiled.
The sun and moon alternate, and the darkness of night covers the world like a flood of beasts, swallowing up this mountain first.
When a dark shadow covered her cheeks, Qing Ge heard a man's magnetic voice: "I love you."
There are so many beautiful love words and flowers in the world that make people's hearts flutter.
The most affectionate thing is the three words from the bottom of my heart.
"Nasty." Qingge pushed Ji Yue away, shrugged and raised her eyebrows, unable to hide her joy.
Ji Yue looked at Qingge at this time, which was more vivid and lively, as cute as the most dazzling flower among a hundred flowers.
When Ji Yue was about to hug Qing Ge and let go of her long-lasting lovesickness, a small hand came between the two of them.
Qingge and Ji Yue looked at each other, this little hand...
The two of them looked back at the same time, only to see the innocent and harmless little bun looking at them with an innocent face.
"Mom, it's bad, something happened." said the little bun.
"What happened?" Qingge pretended not to know.
Ji Yue looked at her son complainingly, wouldn't he be such a cheater?
"Uncle Dongling is going to become a monk." Little Baozi said anxiously.
Qingge: "..."
Ji Yue: "..."
Ji Yue's temples twitched slightly, and veins appeared faintly on her forehead.
To become a monk...
Is it great to become a monk?
Ji Yue coughed and said: "It seems that King Qinglian has seen through the world of mortals, which is a good thing."
Qing Ge glared at Ji Yue, and Ji Yue reluctantly shut up.
"Where are you, take me there." Qing Ge stood up and hurried forward.
Ji Yue snorted: "It's a good idea to become a monk. I've seen through the world of mortals."
Qingge is going crazy, and her men are childishly jealous, which is really frustrating.
"Dad, are you childish? You have to know that after you become a monk, you can't drink alcohol and eat meat, let alone have a little sister with your mother. However, I won't stop you. If you want to be an outsider, I, as your son, will
I will definitely support you. If dad is sure about this, I will go find Uncle Yun and the others..." Little Baozi said.
Ji Yue's complexion became darker and darker.
Uncle Yun?
The little bun sighed: "It's a pity. Otherwise, Aunt Qingcheng and Aunt Liu both want to get along with their mother for a hundred years. It would be a pity."
Ji Yue: "..." Sooner or later, he will be angered to death by his own son.
Hearing the voice coming from behind, he smiled lightly, but he was anxious to become a monk.
It should be noted that Aventurine is a paranoid and serious person. He is not jealous and sulky for a moment. He may really want to become a monk.
Qingge thought about the scene for a while, all three thousand worries were cut off, a bald head, aventurine wearing cassock, hands clasped together, looking back at her: This female donor, have we seen it somewhere?
Thinking of this, Qing Ge shivered with fright. It couldn't be too scary!
From the back, Ji Yue is holding Little Baozi and leaving the mountain top. Little Baozi is struggling with his limbs: "A man, a real man, stands upright, how can he be carried away by others? Isn't it shameful?"
Ji Yue's expression was extremely ugly. Why didn't this melon boy have this kind of consciousness when he acted cute in front of Demon Lotus and Qing Ge all day long and asked for a hug?
Ji Yue suppressed Little Baozi's little hands and feet that were about to move: "Don't move, he is a very cruel father." He wanted to be a strict father.
Little Baozi really stopped moving. He was obedient and obedient. He looked at Ji Yue with wide eyes and asked, "Are you really my father?"
"It's absolutely true."
"I don't see it."
"What's the difference?"
"You are not as cute as me."
"..."
Along the way, Ji Yue and Xiao Baozi continued this boring conversation.
Behind him, Little Baozi fell asleep and fell asleep on Ji Yue's shoulder.
Drowsily, the little bun muttered softly: "Dad..."
"Ye'er has a father." The little bun fell asleep more and more deeply.
Hearing this sentence, Ji Yue felt particularly heavy. He glanced at Xiao Baozi guiltily, his eyes becoming even more ashamed.
As his mother said, he must prepare a betrothal gift and use this world as his betrothal gift...
In Ji Yue's mind, the voice sounded again: "Your son is so cute."
"It's none of your business." Ji Yue looked a little irritated. Why did this thousand-year-old monster still chat with him about everyday things?
"Your son is much cuter than you. Look at you, you are not cute at all." The thousand-year-old monster sighed.
Ji Yue was furious, with veins popping up on her forehead, her anger overwhelming.
"Shut your mouth!" Ji Yue roared through voice transmission from her soul.
"If you are so fierce, be careful not to get a wife." The voice refused to be outdone.
Ji Yue had a terrible headache. When would this thing go away?
"By the way...how does it feel to kiss on the mouth?" There was a trace of yearning in the voice.
"..." Ji Yue thought that one day he would be driven crazy by this guy.
He would rather bear the pain caused by the ruthless divine bone than listen to this ghost talking about it all day long.
"Hey, winter is coming, can spring be far behind?"
The voice was reluctant, "Spring, kiss your mouth..."
Ji Yue's temples were beating wildly, but fortunately the ghost didn't destroy her conscience. Just when Ji Yue was about to become furious, she obediently shut her mouth.
If Ji Yue is so angry, life will be boring.
After a while, the ghost seemed to have thought of something. No, his duty was not to chat about family matters.
"Kill her, kill her, kill her, and you will be the eternal Qing Emperor."
After saying that, the ghost was so happy, that's right, this sentence is the key point.