At the gate of Ye family, Ye Qingtian and Ye Wuhen were waiting for a long time. When they saw Qingge, Ye Qingtian sighed and felt that the child was becoming more and more similar to her parents.
"Just do your best. Grandpa doesn't need you to be proud of your ancestors. It's enough to be able to eat and wear well." Ye Qingtian rubbed Qingge's head, and his turbid eyes were full of pampering.
"I will."
Qingge replied, the moment she lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, the light and fire in her pupils were mottled, and the bloodthirsty murderous intent spread around her in the stormy night. She just wanted to do her best, afraid that some people would not.
She lives, why should she be kind and ruthless?
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The warriors are in a vast and desolate manner, and the competition are like ancient giant stones standing on this wasteland. On the dark red stone platform, the pillars of fire are burning in four directions. Under the arena, countless gilded chairs are placed.
At this time, this world was full of people.
During these days, only Ye Qingtian and Ye Wuhen came to the Ye family. Qingge kept staying at home to study the animal-taught book left by Beiyue Taizu. Later, Ye Zhengxiong happened again, basically nothing happened.
How to do it.
When Qingge arrived, he saw the chariot coming from the palace. Emperor Beiyue and Empress Yu were sitting on the chariot, followed by a huge support. The bright yellow dragon robe highlighted the man's kingly aura. He suddenly raised his eyes to look at him.
Qingge looked at it and Qingge was particularly agile with murderous aura. In just a moment, he noticed the surging murderous intent deep in the heart of Beiyue Emperor.
It was clearly sunny and there was a sunny day, but Qingge felt dark clouds and lightning rising from the sky, and the atmosphere was solidified, as if walking in a sea of swords and fire. He would be buried at any time, and the bones would be hard to be cold.
"Ye Qingtian, I look forward to your granddaughter still living at this time tomorrow."
A sarcastic laughter came, and the King of the Northern Tomb walked down from the carriage with a burly figure, and his eyes fell on Qingge in a daze.
Ye Qingtian's eyes were filled with a faint anger, "Northern Tomb King, I wish you to live until next year."
Everyone was laughing. These words were so good at counterattacking, they were simply impeccable!
The King of the Northern Tomb snorted coldly, looked at Zhan Qiu, who was sitting in the back row, lifted his sleeves, and sat down on the gilded chair.
Zhan Qiu's eyebrows and eyes are feminine and evil. He looks even more terrible than women. His facial features are delicate and his skin is shattered. He is wearing a purple purple robe with a deep back sank into a gilded chair.
Qingge lowered his eyes, and Zhan Qiu sat behind her.
Zhan Qiu looked at Qingge, and a feminine smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand, curled a strand of white hair with his slender fingers, held it on the tip of his nose, sniffed it carefully, and closed his eyes and felt extremely enjoyable, "The smell was so good."
It smells so good.”
Qingge's face looked like frost. A wine gourd fell from the sky and smashed towards Zhan Qiu's head. Zhan Qiu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the wine gourd in his hand. He looked at the people with a smile, "Everyone in the world knows Mo Xie
The wine brewed by Mr. Mo is the most mellow, thank you.”
Mo Xie stood against a chair, holding his hands in his chest, looking at Zhan Qiu leisurely, "Everyone in the world knows that Nanyi Prince Zhan looks like a woman. When I first glance, I look like a woman. When I look closely, I will still
Why not look at it at first glance? This is just a woman. Prince Zhan is really capable. He looks like a man, a woman, a woman, a yin, or a yang, and a prince? I think it is normal to call him a eunuch."
Zhan Qiu's face gradually sank, "Young Master Mo is trying to make trouble?"
"Character?"
Mo Xie gradually put away the smile on his face, walked to Zhan Qiu, looked down at him from a high point, and said, "You just want me to make trouble? Is a prince of the Southern Yi Kingdom qualified? I just want to remind you, pay attention
Don’t touch anyone’s identity.”
"Just a torn shoe that has been abandoned, why should Mr. Mo hold a broken flower and a broken willow as a treasure?" A rich smile appeared on Zhan Qiu's flirty face, like the flowers blooming in early spring.
Thunder appeared, the cold light flashed, like the sudden drop of wind and rain. Mo Xiexu narrowed his eyes, the flames burned in his eyes, and the sound of the rushing sounds. He suddenly stretched out his hand, and a dark red innocent sword suddenly appeared in Mo Xie's hand, with a sharp blade
Pressing against Zhan Qiu's neck, Mo Xie leaned forward, his evil spirit spread, his throat lowered, and he growled like electricity, "Do you say another word?"
Zhan Qiu's face suddenly changed, and the cold touch made his body tremble slightly, and the lightning flowing inside his body was about to move. After a long time, Zhan Qiu raised his face and smiled, "Young Master Mo, just a joke, don't get angry."
"joke?"
Mo Xie looked solemn and instilled all the spiritual energy on the Wuxie Sword.
Everyone around looked at this point. Mo Xie's tone was extremely serious, without any joking. The faint murderous intent flowed in the air, making people depressed and dull.
"Do you know that your joke can trap the entire Nanyi in the land of death?" Mo Xie said in a quiet face.
"Mr. Mo said this would be too arrogant? Can you Mo Xie cover the sky with one hand in four stars?" Zhan Qiu said with his hands tightly.
"It's impossible to cover the sky, it's still OK to cover you, Zhan Qiu."
Mo Xie said: "My Mo family and Ye, Xiao family advance and retreat together. The three major families of Beiyue can't destroy you, the Southern Yi? A joke!"
Mo Yuntian and Su Ya stood aside, looking at their son and shook their head helplessly.
It is said that Mo Xie is only drunk with the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and never cares about cultivation, but once he gets angry, he will kill people and slaughter the country, and slept in the world drunk...
The King of the Northern Tombs frowned when he saw Zhan Qiu and Mo Xie faced each other, and his voice was like a bell, "Although the Southern Yi is a small country, it is a vassal state of my Southern Emperor. Mo Xie, don't be too arrogant, it's still your Northern
Yue feels that now, you are the only one in the four-star continent that can dominate?"
"Black Tomb King, you are so old, why bother to participate in the affairs of young people?" Mo Yuntian smiled and said, "Beiyue's family is the dominant one? The prince can eat food randomly, but he can't put it in random place. Ah, no, it's not okay.
Talking nonsense, Prince, is really rude. When you see you, you can't help but say this word. It's really rude."
Everyone: "..."
It is worthy of being Mo Xie, the two men are like this.
The whole face of the King of the Northern Tomb was ferocious because of his rage. The anger in his eyes was like the magma under the crater and it became hot.
"Brother Mo said it well."
Xiao Cang and Xiao Rufeng came together. Xun Xun was elegant, gentle and kind, glanced at the King of the Northern Tomb. Xiao Cang said: "After all, the prince has fought on the battlefield, why are he always acting voluntarily? Who is not young
When it comes to young people, they must be young and energetic, and they are just kidding."
Just kidding?
The King of the Northern Tomb was almost angry and one Buddha left his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. How could Mo Xie seem to be joking like this?
Which one is joking with a knife on your neck?
It would be fine if you protect yourself so openly, but you are confident!
"Mo Xie, enough."
Emperor Beiyue finally spoke out, "The Prince of Nanyi is a distinguished guest no matter what, so you should not joke too much." (To be continued)