Xiao Baoziyu is not shocking and never stops: "Uncle, I think Uncle Dongfang is very good and suitable to be my uncle."

Jiuci was about to take a sip of water and slow down the air. When he heard the innocent jokes of Xiao Baozi, a sip of tea sprayed on Dongfang Po's cheek without hesitation, but he saw Dongfang Po's eyes were complicated and his expression was strange.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and finally, two red liquids flowed out from Dongfang's nose. Jiuci suddenly widened his eyes, shocked, and felt even chills, and only felt creepy.

He had seen Dongfang Po bleeding from the beauty, so at this time, Jiuci felt a little scared in his heart and quickly retreated, stretching a long distance from Dongfang Po, as if doing so could prove his innocence.

"What a joke? I already have a sweetheart. I want to guard her body like a jade. Dongfang Po, you stay away from me. I don't like men. Even if I like men, my vision is definitely high. Either the Emperor of Longevity or the King of Qinglian Dongling, it's not your turn to be a little doctor." Jiuci pretended to be free and easy, patted the dust on his shoulder lightly, and said seriously.

Jiuci smiled with a smile on his lips, and his mood was happy and wonderful. He was such a peerless good man. If he married Xiao Moyou, it would have been a blessing for Xiao Moyou in several lifetimes. What makes Jiuci feel annoyed now is that Xiao Moyou is shy and has never been willing to propose to him. Of course, Jiuci is arrogant and naturally will not speak up. After all, being able to get his heart is a gift from God. Do you still want him to take the initiative? Dream!

Jiuci took it for granted, his expression was erratic, he smiled happily, frowned and distressed, and his mood was written on his cheeks.

"Sweetheart..."

Qingge's eyes lit up and he quietly looked at Jiuci.

She and Yan Bitong had heard Jiuci talk about their sweethearts so many times. From Jiuci's attitude towards the Jiuci's Yaozong, you can see that Jiuci probably has something to do with him, but I don't know which girl would make Jiuci obses him so much?

Hearing this, Yan Bitong was also happy. She was a pair of children. She was worried about Jiuci’s marriage, especially Jiuci’s attitude towards the girls, which made Yan Bitong even more worried.

"Since you have a lover, why not bring it to Wei Niang?" Yan Bitong said with a smile.

"She is shy and will bring her in a few days." Jiuci said seriously.

"What a shy thing? An ugly daughter-in-law will eventually meet her parents-in-law." Xiao Baozi said.

Jiuci suddenly said angrily: "Ye'er can't talk nonsense. Your aunt is as beautiful as a flower, how can she be ugly?"

Little Baozi tilted his head slightly, opened his watery eyes, innocent and harmless: "Anyway, it's not as good-looking as my mother."

Jiuci immediately became angry, shrank his neck and drooped.

When will he be able to embrace the beauty?

"No rush." ​​Yan Bitong smiled: "Since you are shy, you will bring it later. Nowadays, it is not a safe life. Ci'er, since you love a girl, you must be responsible for her and don't be stubborn."

"Mom, it is clearly because she loves me and is immersed in my talent and cannot extricate herself." Jiuci carefully corrected Yan Bitong's mistake.

Yan Bitong: "..." Why is the relationship between the two mothers and women is so big? Jiuci is so incomprehensible that Yan Bitong can't help but worry about Jiuci's relationship.

It’s okay to think about it in a moment, but children and grandchildren will have their own blessings.

Qingge in front of you, Jiucidu was about to leave Shenyuedu, Yan Bitong's eyebrows and eyes were stained with loneliness. Looking at Qingge's face, he felt a lot of reluctance in his heart.

"Where is Dongling?" Qingge looked around and found that one person was missing, and asked.

"Brother is back to Qinglian." The goddess said softly, pursing her lips slightly.

Qingge's eyes flashed darkly. After a moment of froze, she smiled faintly: "When will you go to Qinglian?"

Ye Bilan cut off the two tendons of the Divine Moon in the Eighteenth Hall, and was no longer a member of the Elf tribe, but a goddess of Qinglian.

Dongling Cod gave Ye Bilan the honor of the green lotus. As for whether it can be stabilized, it depends on Ye Bilan himself.

Qingge cannot give the goddess too much help, so he can only put more blood from the flame dragon, hoping that the goddess will be stronger in the future.

Before leaving, Qingge gave the goddess six bottles of flame dragon blood. The goddess generously accepted it, and her eyes were slightly red: "I will definitely not be humiliated."

The four words carry too much heaviness, and the goddess’s feelings for Qingge are all placed here.

The goddess did not refuse a few bottles of precious blood. She could only accept it and give full play to her greatest value. Only in the future can she help Qingge step forward and live forever.

Qingge smiled slightly like a gentle wind and clouds. There is no need to say much between the two of them for these days.

As for Dongling Cod...

Qingge lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly.

Even though she lost her memory, Dongling Cod forgot her, she never forgot the four-star relationship.

Yan Bitong personally cooked and prepared a table of delicious dishes. She sang lightly and didn't know the taste, just like chewing wax.

Everyone in the Chiyan Mansion, every flower, grass and tree, has gradually become familiar with her. She is attached to the warmth of her mother.

These days, there are night songs and clouds and waters that make a fuss. In general, life is stable and comfortable, and there is no better life than death, nor is it heartbreaking.

Yan Bitong stood up to toast, gentle and elegant: "Everyone here is all Ge'er's friends. I am very happy as a mother." He turned to Qingge: "Ge'er, in the past few decades, I have not fulfilled my responsibilities as a mother. It is not a reason to be in a low point for twenty years. I once complained that God was cruel and unfair to me. Now I just feel good luck. I have never cared about it for twenty years. My children have grown up, my daughter is graceful and my son is in the wind. Ge'er, don't be afraid of the road ahead, and I will also help you with my mother. Do whatever you want to do, even if you break the sky, I will make up for that day."

A line of clear tears flowed out, but the smile was like a flower blooming.

"I'll drink this glass of wine first, you can do whatever you want."

Yan Bitong raised her head to drink, but she didn't feel the scorching heat passing through her intestines. She only felt bitter, and this astringent smell ran from her throat to her stomach.

If you don’t like separation, you will eventually separate.

Yan Bitong only regretted that her strength was not strong enough. Yan Bitong had already predicted that the incident in the Seventh Prince's Mansion that day was no longer empty, but those who prevented her daughter from stepping on forever.

Qingge wiped away the tears from Yan Bitong's eyes and said no matter how many of them, they were all in the wine. She picked up the wine pot and raised her head to drink.

After drinking this pot of strongest wine, I wanted to be the crazyest person in nine days!

After drinking for three rounds, eating has already filled your stomach, and then you will set off.

Qingge only wishes that he will not wake up after being drunk, but those who are not drunk for a thousand cups can only be drunk.

On the itinerary, Yan Bitong was sent to the entrance of the ghost passage. Even though he was melancholy and sad, he still showed his gentlest smile.

"Ge'er, go, I will take good care of Lord Chi Yan." Yan Yu said, standing beside Yan Bitong.

Qingge nodded slightly, walked a few steps, turned around suddenly, walked to Yan Bitong, reached out to hug Yan Bitong, and whispered in his ear: "Wait until I kill the empty dog ​​thief with my hand, come back to see you with his head!"

After that, I will never go back.

Jiuci held Xiao Baozi and turned around one step at a time: "Hey, don't miss me too much."

Yan Bitong agreed with a smile: "Okay."

Jiuci was angry: "How can you really not want to? You are the one who is a mother."

"Don't worry, my mother will definitely miss you." Yan Bitong was so amused that the arrogant child was finally uneasy.

"This is almost the same." Jiuci pretended not to care, but he couldn't help but slow down. He could stay for one more moment.

Xiao Baozi stopped and looked back: "Grandma, Ye'er can't bear to leave you."

The child's soft milk sounded, and Yan Bitong felt sad from it, and her eyebrows burst into tears.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Bitong smiled weakly, turned her back to the little bun, and wiped away the tears.

The little bun broke away from Jiuci's clenched hand, jogged all the way to Yan Bitong, grabbed Yan Bitong's sleeve and shook it slightly, looked up at Yan Bitong, his eyes as if they were dazzling gems were full of innocence: "Grandma, don't be sad, Ye'er can't bear to see her grandmother sad. The book says that the girl's tears are precious pearls, and grandma can't cry anymore."

"Ye'er, grandma is so old, what kind of girl is it?" Yan Bitong smiled, holding the hand of the bun.

Xiao Baozi blinked and said with a lip: "Ye'er doesn't care, grandma is just a girl. All the girls in the world deserve good luck."

Yan Bitong was amused by the little bun and laughed out loud. The more he did this, the more sad Yan Bitong thought about the soon-to-be separation.

The little bun stood on tiptoe, with a small fleshy hand wrapped around Yan Bitong's neck, pouted, and kissed Yan Bitong's cheek hard.

"Grandma, be good, Ye'er kiss you, don't be sad anymore," said Xiao Baozi.

A sensible and well-behaved child is always likable. Yan Bitong endured the sadness, smiled and nodded, and responded: "Okay."

Xiao Baozi kissed Yan Bitong's left cheek again, then waved his hand and trotted to catch up with Qingge's pace.

After about ten steps, Xiao Baozi stopped and looked back at Yan Bitong, grinning and revealing her white teeth: "Grandma, don't worry, Ye'er is a man who stands tall and straight, Ye'er will protect her mother."

"Ye'er is so good." Yan Bitong burst into tears.

In the ghost passage, the three of them gradually drifted away.

Dongfang Bo bit his sleeve and cried: "What a sensible child, it's really touching."

Yan Yu glanced at Dongfang Po. He had a good temper and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Dongfang Po was really a strange flower.

The goddess stood outside, with a pair of beautiful silver pupils, and the silver pupils were full of desolation, coldness and thinness.

"I'll see you again, don't be sad." The goddess said to herself.

The goddess left the ghost passage and walked under the tree outside the courtyard wall of Chiyan Mansion.

A man in green clothes sat next to the tree. Dongling Cod leaned against the roots of the tree, closed his eyes and rested, raised his head slightly, revealing his sexy and soft face.

"She's gone?" Dongling Cod asked.

"It's gone." said the goddess, "Why don't you go and see her off in person?"

"I don't want to be the one who sent her away." Donglingyu opened his eyes and revealed a pair of three-point melancholy eyes.

"Then do you want to...?"

"I want to be the one to pick her up home." Dongling Cod smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, soft and handsome, as if an arrow hit the goddess' soft heart.

There was a silence under the tree, and they looked at each other speechlessly. After a long time, Dongling Cod smiled bitterly: "Forget it, let's be the one who sent her to get married."
Chapter completed!