Four Seas City.
Qingge slept for a long time, and he woke up on the evening of the next day.
During this process, some bloodline in Qingge's body seemed to be touched faintly.
And it is this touch that makes Qingge's body extremely weak.
There are three stages of awakening of the elves' bloodline.
The previous awakening of Qingge's bloodline has just passed the first stage and there is no trace.
Qingge's bloodline awakening has remained in the second stage, and there has been no movement in the days of the Gods Heaven Realm for a long time.
Qingge slowly opened her eyes, her headache was split and she couldn't calm down.
"Ge'er, are you awake?" Jiuci was ecstatic when he saw the awake Qingge.
He will never see his collapsed and desperate sister again.
Qingge looked at Jiuci, feeling weak, "Have you slept for a long time?"
"I slept for a day and a night." Jiuci said.
"For some reason, these days, I have headaches all the time and are entangled by nightmares every night." Qingge said.
"You are too tired to run all the way." Jiuci pressed his temple for Qingge.
"I also had a very strange dream."
Qingge looked up at Jiuci.
The moment Jiuci looked at him, his heart suddenly sank and his nerves tense.
"I dreamed that Xiao Yueyue's bone marrow smoke was put in the jar. Brother, when Xiao Yueyue ascended to immortality, you were there too. Can you tell me the situation specifically at that time?" Qingge asked.
Jiuci pretended to be thinking, and then said, "I don't remember the situation at that time. He changed his divine bones for three days and nights. The bones melted and then formed them with the skin, flesh, muscles, veins and internal organs. This was a very painful thing. I didn't see any bone marrow smoke. I thought King Ji had successfully crossed the bones, but he suddenly turned into a butterfly and went to immortality..."
"Ge'er, you're really. Bone marrow smoke is a very dangerous thing. How can you do this for a man? If he is a short-lived ghost, wouldn't he have to implicate you?" Jiuci was depressed.
Qingge stared at Jiuci's expression and took a long time to look away.
Jiuci secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he performed very well.
Qingge lay weakly on the bed, "Brother, do you miss your mother?"
"I don't want to do it very much." Jiuci said.
He never had any idea about his mother.
He doesn't expect his parents' feelings, he even has a little hatred.
When he was young, he hated his parents' abandonment.
When killing people, he envies people with family.
Therefore, he would not be too familiar with Ye Jingfeng or even Ye Qingtian.
Only this sister is in his heart.
He had also been jealous of his sister, so he didn't have to be as wandering around and be home to the world.
But later, he found that his sister had been living a harder life than him in the past few years.
That little jealousy was relieved.
He had never seen his mother before, and he didn't know what it felt like.
He was just a little disappointed.
Qingge is different. Qingge is in the four-star continent, so I hope to see Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bitong.
Especially on Dingshanpo, Yan Bitong came from all over the place to see her, which was shocked directly.
Qingge sat up from the bed and hugged Jiuci gently.
"I'm very lucky, I have an older brother."
Jiuci's cheeks suddenly turned red, and it seemed that smoking was coming out of his head.
Jiuci was overjoyed and his lips rose up again.
"Don't worry, that boy Ji Wang is not here, brother is here." Jiuci pinched Qingge's face.
"Tell Batian and the others, prepare and go to the auction house tonight." Qingge said.
"I need a pass to the auction house. The pass is a ghost token, and we don't have it." Jiuci said: "I plan to go to the auction house, but there is a particularly strong barrier in the auction house. No one can enter unless he holds the pass."
Qingge raised his eyebrows, threw out the ghost token and played with it in his hand, and smiled slightly: "What are you talking about?"
"Where did you come from this thing?" Jiuci asked.
"Four years ago, someone gave it to you." Qingge said.
Jiuci wailed: "You are so lucky."
...
When the bright moon rises, the night falls, and the vast sky is dotted with stars.
A sycamore tree stands in the city lord's house, looking at its branches, it seems to have been a hundred years.
Qingge and his group set out to the auction hall. Qingge stood in front of the sycamore tree and looked up at the sycamore tree.
For some reason, this Wutong made her feel sad and desperate, as if she was trapped in the abyss and suffocated.
Qingge narrowed his eyes vigilantly.
"The smell of this sycamore tree is a bit strong, but it smells quite nice." Gillian snuggled beside Feng Jin and said.
Feng Jin looked around and his eyes fell on Xiao Shutong and Lin Shan of the City Lord's Mansion, "Why is there only one sycamore tree in this huge city lord's mansion?"
"As Miss Jiao said, the sycamore in the Sihai City has a very strong smell. If there is too much, it tastes pungent, and if there is less color, it is just right." Lin Shan explained.
Xiong Batian looked at the sycamore tree and said, "The sycamore is indeed a good tree. It has a longing for love and a sense of climbing a high place. No wonder it has to be placed in front of the city lord's room. The phoenix is ​​not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree, it is not a sycamore tree..."
Qingge's mind flashed.
This sentence was the fleeting inspiration in her mind that day.
In ancient times, there was a phoenix rooster on the sycamore tree... Is it an illusion?
Queen Feng Qizun, will it have anything to do with this Wutong?
If so, will it have anything to do with Sihai City?
Qingge knew that Fengqi had lost too many memories, so Qingge could not ask Qingge for the identity of Nan Xueluo ten thousand years ago.
However, even though he thought of Fengqi Wutong, Qingge still had no idea.
"It's so boring that I still have to look at a sycamore tree. It's time to leave and see the scenery of the Sihai City Auction." Jiuci said.
Everyone walked out of the city lord's mansion together, Qingge turned around in one step, and looked at the sycamore tree frequently.
Fengqi.
Sycamore.
nineteen.
...
Are these still related?
"City Lord, City Lord..." Qingge and others left the City Lord's Mansion, and Lin Shan chased after him.
"Uncle Linshan?" Miss Ninth was puzzled.
Lin Shan handed some masks in his hand to Miss Jiu, then looked at Qingge and said, "There are too many aliens in the Four Seas City, so the city lord must be careful. The city lord is a precious body and must not be damaged. The slave is waiting for you to come back in the city lord's mansion."
Miss Jiu smiled and was about to put the mask on her face. Jiuci snatched it over, checked the mask, and threw it to Miss Jiu when he felt it was fine.
"Sooner or later you will be fooled by yourself." Jiuci sneered coldly.
Miss Ninth curled her lips, not understanding why she was scolded again.
Several people put on masks in front of the city lord's mansion before walking to the auction hall.
In front of the city lord's mansion, there were only Lin Shan and Xiao Shutong.
Xiao Shutong looked at everyone's backs and pursed her lips, "Her mind is stronger than the eighteen city lords in front."
"This kind of heart makes you more interesting." Lin Shan said.
Xiao Shutong looked at Lin Shan, "They are going to the auction house, will they know something?"
"Won't."
Chapter completed!