"I want to go to the Demon Realm with you." Ye Qingcheng looked at Qingge stubbornly and said.
Qingge lowered her eyes and said decisively, "No."
"I can play the piano without strings, and I can protect you." Ye Qingcheng bit her red lower lip stubbornly.
"No, it just can't." Qingge said expressionlessly, "I took Fuxi and Wuyou there because Fuxi has seven-star pupils and can divine many unknown dangers, and Wuyou is a powerful intermediate holy beast. Even if
If you go to the Demon Realm, you won't be ostracized. Although you can play the piano without strings, your skills are not strong enough."
The Demon Realm is too dangerous, and she will never lead Ye Qingcheng into danger.
Ye Qingcheng lowered her head feebly and remained silent.
After a while, the door was opened, and Wuyou and Fuxi walked in.
"Three days later at midnight, the Guardians of the Nine Realms will come to Beiyue Kingdom." Fu Xi's face turned pale, and the seven-star gears in his pupils gradually faded, and he said: "Sister, as for whether you can talk to the Guardians of the Nine Realms, let us go to the demon kingdom."
The domain depends on you."
Qingge nodded, "I have some confidence in this. I have some friendship with a guardian of the nine realms who is not low in strength."
Wuyou looked at Qingge, the corners of his mouth and eyes twitching.
He had lived for so long, but he didn't know that in this world, there were actually human beings who could have friendship with the powerful and sturdy guardian of the nine realms. It was really strange.
"But when the Snow Spirit Bead breaks and the powerful force surges crazily in your body, will it burst your muscles and flesh?" Ye Qingcheng asked worriedly.
Qingge frowned, and in the spiritual world, Qingge asked: "Nama, I need five days, can you suppress the explosive power of the Snow Lingzhu for me?"
"Yes." Yan said seriously: "But it can only last for five days. Once the five days are over, if you don't transmit the power as soon as possible, this powerful power of the spirit beads will crush your body bones into powder.
"
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, turned her head, looked at Ye Qingcheng, and said: "My health is fine for the time being."
"It just so happens that the ceremony of the four kings will be held in two days. You can finish the ceremony before leaving." Shiyin said.
Qingge agreed. Although she was worried about Ji Yue's safety, the situation in the four empires still had to be stable.
"..."
After holding Fu Xi's hand and walking out of the room, Qingge saw Ye Yu and Ye Wuhen waiting anxiously outside the door. In the past two days, the elder brother seemed to have some stubble on his sharp chin.
, even the black hair that was always neatly combed is now messy.
Ye Wuhen's eyes were full of exhaustion. When he saw Qingge coming out, he quickly stepped forward and took Qingge's hand. He looked over anxiously, and then said, "Are you feeling well?"
"Okay." Qingge smiled.
"Grandpa is unconscious."
Ye Yu frowned and said worriedly: "Qingge, go see grandpa. Liu Yuyi said that grandpa doesn't want to wake up. You are grandpa's life. Maybe if you go, he will be willing to wake up.
.”
"Let's go, take me to see grandpa." Qingge's face turned a little pale.
All her original intentions were for Ye Qingtian.
I hope that this old man in his old age can enjoy family happiness.
However, reality is often the opposite.
When they arrived at the sandalwood room where Ye Qingtian lived, the other two elders of the Ye family and Mo Xie's father, Mo Yuntian, were guarding the bedside. When they saw Qing Ge approaching, they walked out in understanding.
There were only two people in the house, grandfather and grandson.
Qingge sat down by the bed, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and touched Ye Qingtian's face.
The old man's skin has too many wrinkles and ravines, which are the traces left by the years after the vicissitudes of life.
"Grandpa, my granddaughter is unfilial." Qing Ge closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
"I'm going to the Demon Realm, and I'm going to find Ji Yue."
Qingge opened her eyes, held Ye Qingtian's hand, her eyes wandered, "Grandpa, do you know, I am not Ye Qingge, I am not your granddaughter, I am a homeless ghost, I am a homeless ghost.
Orphans abandoned by humans..."
Qing Ge opened her mouth slightly, her throat hurt, as if she had been filled with fire.
The old man who had been lying on the bed kindly and gently seemed to have said something.
I didn't hear the song clearly, so I leaned over and listened carefully, and then I heard the intermittent sentences clearly.
"Bah, bah, bah, it's unlucky. How can Ge'er be a lonely ghost? Ge'er is my granddaughter."
Soul, shocking.
Qing Ge opened her eyes wide, as if she didn't want to let tears flow out, but her eyes were so dry that they were unbelievably dry.
For a long time, they sang and laughed softly.
Yes, she is Ye Qingtian’s granddaughter!
With grandpa like this, what do you want in this life?
Qing Ge put down Ye Qingtian's hand and stood solemnly beside the bed. Suddenly he knelt down devoutly, with his hands on the ground, and kowtowed three times seriously. Each sound was like a bell.
After three sounds, Qingge stood up, her forehead was bruised and purple, and a wisp of blood flowed down her eyebrows. She raised her fists to the sky, cupped her hands, and said: "Grandpa, my granddaughter will be born in three days."
Let’s go to the Demon Realm, life or death, grandpa, take care of yourself.”
After saying that, he turned around and left decisively.
Opening the door, Ye Wuhen and others, who were standing in the cold wind, were slightly startled when they saw the injury on Qingge's forehead.
Fuxi, who was playing in the mud, trotted over and stretched out his hand to Qingge. Qingge took his hand naturally.
"How is grandpa?" Ye Wuhen asked.
"There is no sign of waking up." Qing Ge shook his head.
Ye Wuhen was full of disappointment.
Qingge took Fuxi and walked towards Fengyue Pavilion.
Then, Ye Wuhen and Ye Yu walked into Ye Qingtian's room, and they were stunned.
The old man on the bed opened his cloudy eyes at some point. He stared blankly at the ceiling, without any focus in his eyes.
"Grandpa, are you awake?" Ye Yu was overjoyed and knelt beside the bed, holding Ye Qingtian's hand.
"Don't tell Ge'er." Ye Qingtian said.
"Why?" Ye Yu was puzzled.
Ye Qingtian turned his head, rubbed Ye Yu's head, and said kindly: "Ge'er has something important to deal with now, let her go."
When we go to the demon realm, life and death are hard to say.
If Ye Qingtian wakes up and learns that Qingge's health is good, but then goes to the Demon Realm and dies again, he will probably be in despair.
And this is the tacit understanding between grandfather and grandson.
Outside the window, the bright moon is clear and cold.
Qingge and Fuxi were walking on the narrow road in Xiaotingxuanxie. Fuxi grinned, pointed her pinky little hand at the high wall in the distance, and said: "Sister, since you fell into coma, that person secretly
I’ve been standing here for a long time.”
Qing Ge raised her eyes and followed Fu Xi's fingers. On the high wall, there was a figure standing with hands behind her back, looking extremely graceful.
It was at this moment that the man panicked, pointed his feet toward the wall, and flew away.
"Hey, why did he leave?" Fu Xi shook his head, confused.
Qing Ge chuckled and flicked her jade finger towards Fu Xi's forehead, "Children, don't think so much."
After a few words, the two of them had already approached Fengyue Pavilion.
Standing in front of the red painted door, Qingge turned back and looked at the high wall.
The white robe filled with snow and the melancholy-wounded eyes make even the dark night intoxicated.
Such a person, except King Dongling, who else in the world can have such grace.