Qingge narrowed his eyes and stared at the bloody words on Jiang Ling'er's arms. The hand holding Jiang Ling'er's wrist couldn't help but increase the strength.
"Why?" Qingge's voice was hoarse and his throat was sore.
She seemed to have seen the second Ye Qingcheng.
It’s just that Ye Qingcheng is lonely and cold, and Jiang Ling'er is cruel and evil.
Jiang Ling'er lightly bit her white lower lip and then said seriously: "Dropping water will repay you with a spring of water. Remember the grace of the Eastern Emperor today, and I will give the Eastern Emperor a prosperous Moon Sect in the future!"
Jiang Ling'er's face was covered with a mask, and a butterfly-shaped mask covered her cheeks on both sides.
Qingge pursed her lips and said nothing.
Jiang Ling'er looked at Qingge deeply. When Qingge was about to leave, Jiang Ling'er suddenly spoke out: "Eastern Emperor."
Qingge stopped and looked back at her.
"Can you please don't drive me away? I'm very obedient." Jiang Ling'er said almost begging.
Qingge understood what Jiang Ling'er meant, and she didn't want to return to her father Jianghuaishan.
"Okay." Qingge smiled slightly and nodded.
Jiang Ling'er's eyes were clear and clear. She looked at Qingge for a long time and a smile suddenly appeared on her lips under her mask.
Qingge walked out of the Lotus Realm in a heavy mood. All the gloomy moments saw the little bun, they turned into sunny.
The little bun threw himself into Qingge's arms, rubbing his little head against Qingge's chest, "I haven't seen you overnight, do you miss Ye'er?"
"I really want to." Qingge smiled and rubbed Xiao Baozi's head.
Xiao Baozi seemed to be dissatisfied with Qingge's answer, and raised her head and stammered her neck and looked at Qingge with her eyes wide open, "I really want to think about it?"
"Thinking that cannot be described in ten thousand words in the world, and thinking that cannot be filled with the sea water." Qingge understands Xiao Baozi's personality, and if Xiao Baozi doesn't give up if he doesn't give a satisfactory answer, Xiao Baozi will not give up.
Hearing this, Xiao Baozi shook his head and felt complacent, "Mom is so stingy."
Mo Yu looked at the little bun suspiciously.
Just now, that night, Xiao Baozi mentioned his mother all night in front of him, the disabled.
Mo Yu is already in a psychological shadow.
Qingge walked out of the black vine space with her little bun in her arms. Before leaving, Qingge turned around and looked at the direction of the Lotus Realm. She left her sword weapon on the fifth floor of the Lotus Realm.
In the lotus realm, Ye Jingfeng was practicing for a long time, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. He opened his eyes and swept it inadvertently. When he saw a weapon in front of him, Ye Jingfeng was shocked.
He remembered what Qingge said before, a weapon with a spirit.
Ye Jingfeng was quite puzzled, and then walked forward, squatted and picked up the sword.
He poured the magical power into the sword weapon, and a golden seed suddenly appeared in the quiet spiritual world.
Spirit of the weapon!
She really did it.
Ye Jingfeng opened his eyes and hugged the sword in his hand tightly, "Bitong, look at how powerful our children are and how promising."
Then, Ye Jingfeng cut his wrist and dripped blood into the sword weapon.
The sword weapon floated in mid-air, trembling violently.
In Ye Jingfeng's dark ink pupils, two golden lotus seemed to bloom slowly.
A thunderous sound broke out in my mind in a blink of an eye.
"All things in the world are respected by weapons, and the souls of containers are infatuated. All weapons and swords are respected by weapons, and the sword spirit is willing to fight with the master in the world and break through the sky and Chongyun!"
In the soul of Ye Jingfeng, a golden light like a crescent moon passed by.
That is the bond that connects with swords.
Ye Jingfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.
With the sword in hand, the sword energy is like a rainbow, Ye Jingfeng's swordsman's grade level rises again and continues to break through.
Ye Jingfeng was very excited. Before he could change his soaked clothes, he rushed towards Ye Shen Palace with his sword.
In the Yeshen Palace, diamond-shaped crystals shone brightly on the hall. Ye Jingfeng rushed over and wanted to show Qingge his sword energy. After seeing the little bun, he gave up his thoughts, for fear that the sword energy would hurt Xiao
steamed stuffed bun.
The little bun was sitting in the hall, not knowing what he was painting.
Ye Jingfeng looked at the painting and his eyebrows were all tangled together.
This painting is really hard to describe and is ugly.
"Ye'er, what are you painting?" Ye Jingfeng put away his sword and put on an elder's posture.
Xiao Baozi stopped painting, looked at Ye Jingfeng, raised his head and grinned brightly, "Where is Ye'er painting grandfather? Do grandfather like it?"
Ye Jingfeng was stunned. The portrait of the black manuluqiu is not sure whether it is a monkey or a dog. Is it painting him?
Ye Jingfeng's mouth twitched wildly, but he saw the little bun's lively and innocent eyes. Ye Jingfeng smiled against his conscience: "It's very good, grandpa likes it very much."
"Grandpa, my mother said that my grandmother is very beautiful, and Ye'er wants to paint for her grandmother." Xiao Baozi said with anticipation.
Ye Jingfeng lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and his heart was full of heavy weight.
He squatted down and wanted to hold the little bun, but he was covered in sweat and smelled bad, so he didn't dare to dye the little bun.
Ye Jingfeng picked up the pen of the bun, opened a new piece of paper, dipped ink, wrote down, blossomed, and the immortal in the painting.
A pen.
A pen that turns decay into magic.
Xiao Baozi opened his eyes wide in surprise and saw a graceful woman on the rice paper, looking like a god of Luo River. Although it was a full-colored painting, it was lifelike, as if it was a fairy in the painting.
"Is this grandma? So beautiful!" Xiao Baozi stood up suddenly with his hands on the table.
Ye Jingfeng looked at the person on the painting in a daze, smiled bitterly, and said, "She is the most beautiful woman in the world, but she is also the one that your grandfather failed the most."
Qingge looked at Ye Jingfeng from afar and pursed his lips.
Ye Jingfeng was wrong because he was too straightforward and noble, but because of this, he was Ye Jingfeng.
It’s not that Ye Jingfeng is blamed, but that people are sinister, as bad as the Northern Yue Emperor, as cruel as empty, and are all jackals in sheep’s clothing.
The footsteps sounded, Qingge wiped Mingwang's knife while looking out.
Then he saw Ye Qingyi walking in, holding a package, she put the package in front of the bun, untied the package, and took out the things inside, "Ye'er, Grandma Ye has found the best embroiderer in Nanzhou and weaved it for you.
A few new clothes, please see if they fit."
Ye Jingfeng frowned, "It's not that the child has no clothes."
Ye Qingyi smiled and said, "I'm happy to see Ye'er. Would you not be happy to add a few more clothes?"
"Does Ye'er like it?" Ye Qingyi put the clothes in front of Xiao Baozi.
The little bun bit his head, "Ye'er likes it very much, thank you matchmaker Ye."
Ye Qingyi's face changed slightly. She squatted down and wanted to rub Xiao Baozi's head.
Xiao Baozi took a few steps back, "In ancient times, there were gorgeous clothes as a token of love. Did the matchmaker Ye want to make love for Ye'er? I heard that the matchmaker specializes in matching. It's not that Ye'er doesn't want to, it's just Ye'er
Still a child, a matter between men and women is a matter of adults. Can I let me go as a child?"
The little bun looked at Ye Qingyi pitifully, as if Ye Qingyi was like a beast.
Ye Qingyi was angry and looked at Xiao Baozi's innocent appearance, and was frustrated and could not come out of his heart.
After Ye Qingyi saw Ye Jingfeng's painting, the hand under her sleeve trembled suddenly.
A sour feeling extends from the heart to the fingertips.
When Xiao Baozi saw Ye Qingyi looking at the painting, he happily picked up the painting and showed it to Ye Qingyi, "Is Grandma Ye'er good-looking? Grandma said that Grandma is the best woman in the world."
The blue veins on Ye Qingyi's forehead jumped sharply, she clenched her fists and said in a deep voice: "It looks good." (To be continued)