Especially Yan Bitong, with kind and gentle eyebrows, occasionally looking at Ye Jingfeng, there was a strong love in her eyes.
Yan Bitong had a faint smile on the corner of her lips, like the spring breeze coming, the warm sunflower bloomed, and the clear light shone on.
Her whole body was full of her happiness.
Fang Yu in the cage suddenly stopped hoarse and no longer struggled. He seemed to be a deflated ball, a ball of cotton, collapsed into the cage.
Too many tears flowed from Fang Yu's eyes, and he didn't dare to watch this scene again. Everyone's smile was like a knife and a sword, ruthless and full of holes.
Fang Yu's head was against the gilded iron pillar. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes' pupils were like poisonous snakes and demon cats, with only a slender black line.
His eyes were sharp and cold, filled with scarlet blood mist and demonic aura, staring at Yan Bitong.
It's like the maggot on the tarsal bone, and it's even more irresistible.
If a kind of poison is extremely poisonous, it will be hopeless once it is contaminated.
Yan Bitong noticed something, felt like a ray of light on her back, and looked back indifferently.
She saw Fang Yu in the cage, as if she had met a stranger, without any joy, anger, sorrow, and indifference like wind and snow.
Qingge thought Yan Bitong would lose control of his emotions, or thought of the bad things that had happened over the years, so he was worried and stared at Yan Bitong nervously, observing Yan Bitong's emotional changes at all times.
Seeing that Yan Bitong was relieved, Qingge also breathed a sigh of relief.
For Fang Yu, Yan Bitong's indifference is more cruel than any torture in the world.
"Dad, I have never eaten the food you cooked." Qingge turned his head and smiled brightly, like a girl's pure, without the sharpness of a king.
At this time, she was not the Eastern Emperor, but the child of the Ye family.
"You are so greedy, be careful to gain weight. That guy Ji Yue dislikes you so much, and then ran away with the charming little fox outside." Jiuci groaned and glanced at Qingge sideways.
Qingge stared slightly, frowned slightly, and his eyes swept towards Jiuci like a knife.
Immediately, Jiuci whistled and looked elsewhere.
On one side, Liu Yan'er walked over and handed a special key to the singer.
"The only key to the cage is this." Liu Yan'er said.
Qingge took the key and looked up at the Lord of God: "Lord of God, reasonably, this key should indeed be kept by the Zong Mansion."
"That's true." said the Lord of God: "Go and bring the key."
A guardian of the sect mansion walked towards Qingge and wanted to take the key to the cage: "Emperor Dong, I'm worried, this key is a property of the sect mansion."
Qingge nodded, clasped his fist, wrapped the key in his fist, and saw the blood demon demon appearing along the meridians in the palm of his hand, swallowing the key bit by bit!
The eyes of the guardian of the Zongfu stared at Qingge's hands intently, and his heart trembled.
After a long time, Qingge stretched out his hand with his fist, and a flattering smile was piled on the face of the guardian of the Zong Mansion, and his hands were in palms and he took the key.
Qingge's fist was placed on the palms of the protector of the Zongfu, and waited for Qingge's fist to unfold, but the outline of the key was not seen.
There was only a pile of white powder, all sprinkled on the hands of the guardian of the sect.
The guardian of the Zong Mansion was dumbfounded, as if he was stunned, and his mouth was wide open in surprise, as if he could stuff an egg.
"Emperor Eastern Emperor, this..." When the guardian of the sect spoke, his body and palms trembled a little.
Qingge held the shoulders of the guardian of the Sect Mansion: "This Lord of the Sect Mansion, this is all the keys. You can't sprinkle them at all, otherwise, the Lord of God will blame you."
"What I want is the key. Emperor Dong, wouldn't it be a waste of things or unreasonable?" The guardian of the Zong Mansion said anxiously.
Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Jiuci innocently: "Brother, did I do something wrong? This person seems to be blaming me..."
The Protector of the Zong Mansion: "..." In this life, I have seen countless people, I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.
Can you be more handsome?
The Eastern Emperor of Dongzhou was frightened and frightened, and he would reflect on whether he had done something wrong?
Jiu Ciru smiled and showed his teeth, stretched out his hands with clear joints and rubbed Qingge's hair: "You are right, this key is wrong, it's the wrong one, it's not enough to beat it."
"Really?" Qingge asked.
"I promise you that you are not wrong for my brother." Jiuci looked at the Lord of God: "Lord of God, tell me, is my sister wrong?"
Lord God: "..." Can he deny it?
"No." The Lord of God's face was expressionless and his voice was cold.
Jiuci continued to comfort Qingge's emotions: "Be good, you see, the Lord of God has said it."
Jiuci waved his hand and looked at the guardian of the Sect: "Why are you still standing stupidly? Take the key to your God Lord quickly. It doesn't work if you lose a grain of dust. Be careful, the God Lord twists your head."
The guardian of the Zong Mansion wanted to speak but stopped, but eventually left with a dark face.
The smile on Qingge's face gradually closed, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
Jiuci swallowed his saliva suddenly, feeling that his sister's face-changing speed was too fast.
The reason why Qingge's eyes gradually became colder was because he saw a very disgusting figure.
Ye Qingyi came slowly, and there was no such thing as the pale claws just now. He appeared in front of Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bitong, holding the powerful and wealthy daughter, smiling elegantly: "I guess this is my sister-in-law. I am Ye Qingyi, Jingfeng's close friend. I have heard Jingfeng talk about you over the years, and I always know that my sister-in-law is a beautiful person. Now when I see you, I am really a beauty that is rare in a thousand years. No wonder Jingfeng never forgets me. When Jingfeng and I drink, I often miss my sister-in-law."
Jiuci's evil smile suddenly solidified at this moment, and the anger around him seemed to be condensed into reality, strangling Ye Qingyi.
Where did the stinky woman come from, dare to overturn the main character?
Qingge raised his eyebrows on one side and looked at Ye Qingyi with a smile.
Ye Qingyi is really a powerful person, a tough character. His simple words really make Yan Bitong change his face.
Yan Bitong is a woman after all, and she always has the sensitivity and delicacy of a woman.
Ye Qingyi's words revealed too much information, as if he was declaring his sovereignty.
The three words "some years" tell Yan Bitong that during the period when Yan Bitong was imprisoned in emptiness, Ye Qingyi was accompanying Ye Jingfeng to fight south and north. The relationship between the two was extraordinary, and they had helped each other for many years, filling the emotional gap for Ye Jingfeng to not find his wife.
drink wine?
Most of them drink when people are in a quiet night, with the lonely man and the widowed woman, dry vegetables and fire...
The so-called beauty is just to belittle Yan Bitong's beauty, and to use this to provoke Ye Jingfeng's real right-hand assistant is still her Ye Qingyi.
What a beautiful word, seamless, but every word is gems, and each word is like a sharp needle, piercing Yan Bitong's heart.
Yan Bitong is a wounded beast. She has not seen the light of day for decades and has not been in contact with many people. When she saw Ye Qingyi's appearance, her face turned pale.
She believed in her husband's sincerity, but she could not control her sad mood. (To be continued)