Chapter 1868 The Year of the Tiger and the Lucky Fortune
"Bang!"
The Zhentian Tiger fell to the ground from mid-air, splashing dust and dust all over the ground. It held its neck and "ouched" twice at Chu Yue.
Chu Yue stretched out her hand and rubbed Zhentianhu's head, then looked at the pink and jade-carved little milk baby.
The pure and impurity-free eyes are as beautiful as purple gems, imprinted with the shimmer of the Forest of Demons, reflecting a faint brilliance.
In an instant, my heart and soul seemed to soften a lot.
The corners of his eyes and brows were filled with a long-lost smile, and then he slowly spread his hands and said softly: "Happy New Year, Xiaobao."
Xiaobao threw herself into Chu Yue's arms, hugged her mother tightly, sniffed, raised her head and stared at her mother: "Baby, I miss you so much, I miss you so much."
From the day Chu Yue stepped into the Forest of One Hundred Demons, as an immature child, he was always worried when no one was around.
I am very sensible every day. I don’t want to be a burden to everyone. I just hope to bring sunshine and happiness to my family.
Therefore, wherever there are people, there is his smile.
He would often go to his master to practice Kungfu before dawn, and when the sun went down, he would not be exhausted.
He always remembers that he is the child of a young hero, a descendant of Mu Mansion and Ye Gong, and wants to be the pride of his elders.
"Mother..."
Xiaobao said: "Mom will grow old slowly. When Xiaobao grows up, he can protect his mother and father."
"good."
Chu Yue carried Xiao Bao and walked towards the garden of the castle palace. There were lanterns and colorful decorations, the sound of silk and bamboo, and red silk and satin hanging everywhere. The laughter of children who had eaten candy could be heard, and it was extremely lively.
"Master Jianzun and Grandpa Wuzu are here too." Xiaobao said obediently.
Martial Ancestor...Grandpa...?
When Chu Yue heard this seniority, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.
As for Master Yunxi...
Chu Yue thought that since he left Shenxuan Academy, this master seemed to have forgotten that he was a distinguished swordsman and was busy writing letters every day. Just the letters written in these days can make him tired.
The basket is full.
"Xiaoyue is here."
The lady was holding a plate of delicious dishes, looked up at Chu Yue, and smiled brightly, showing kindness and kindness: "Come to grandma, see, these dishes are all made by your master, and his cooking skills are no worse than Ye Gong's.
The dishes are full of my heart. Logically speaking, it should be the reunion dinner yesterday, but forget it today."
Chu Yue blinked her eyes.
But he saw Mu Fengming sitting boredly not far away. Although he was lazy, he had a cold and sharp edge.
Xiao Li, Zhao Wushuang and others were all busy, and the gardens of the castle palace were filled with tables of banquets.
Tu Weiwei was holding an unexpectedly huge bowl and sat beside it, swallowing her saliva and waiting, her eyes almost shining.
Mother Mu Qinghuang and father Ye Tiandi were hanging red silk to please Chu Yue. When they saw Chu Yue's face full of smiles, they hurried over to check Chu Yue's body. They breathed a heavy sigh of relief when they saw that Chu Yue was safe and sound.
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A group of little ghost spirits followed Ye Wuxie.
Ye Wuxie held a storage bag full of candies and impatiently handed out candies to these little ghosts.
"Come, come, let's eat the reunion dinner cooked by the Grand Master of the Ghost Lord Martial Palace, Emperor Yun. Xiao Chu, you came just in time. Come and eat. This is the fairy pigeon that escaped from the Emperor Qilin. It should be replenished.
Come on." Yun Hui came out with hot dishes and grinned at Chu Yue.
Chu Yue pursed her red lips tightly, and a warm current flowed through her heart.
On the high tiles of the castle palace, Yun Hui also placed a table of delicacies from the mountains and seas, and a pile of sugar in the porcelain plate next to it.
The giant ghost sat outside the palace, extending his hand just enough to reach the delicacies on the eaves.
Outside, in the city of Yeyue, everything is filled with the flavor of the New Year.
The Forest of One Hundred Demons finally regained its vitality.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
The Thunderous Tiger roared three times.
Xiaobao said excitedly: "Mom, grandpa, in the Year of the Tiger, if you hear the roar of the tiger or see the thundering tiger, you will have good luck and good luck~"
"In this situation, I want to recite a poem, Old Niu."
Tu Weiwei imitated Liu Yaoyao and kicked Qin Tieniu on the buttocks. Holding the giant bowl, she said coldly: "Others recite elegant and interesting poems for money, but your poems cost you your life."