"Eastern Emperor, I..." Ye Xuanji turned around and looked at Qingge, feeling anxious to cry.
After all, Ye Xuanji had millions of reasons to refuse, but she was so cruel that she was unable to bear the news of her father's death.
Ye Xuanji is so smart, how could he not know that his father's death was too sudden and there must be something strange.
"I'll go with you." Qingge said with a smile.
"good."
“…”
Ye Xuanji rushed to Nanzhou City and went directly to Ye's Mansion.
Qingge followed behind him, and Ye Jingjing held Qingge's arm next to her.
As for He Xilou and his wife, Qingge asked them to go to Dongzhou first.
Qingge was thinking along the way. The news of Ye’s father’s death was too sudden. What are the unknown secrets in this?
The news was brought by Ye Qingyi. Will the matter be related to Ye Qingyi?
Qingge walked into Nanzhou City and arrived at the gate of Ye Mansion, and heard many crying sounds coming from inside.
Ye Xuanji's father is in Nanzhou Night Mansion and is also considered the number one person.
"You bad woman! It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, Uncle Ye would have committed suicide by hanging himself!" A young girl rushed out and smashed Qingge with a stone.
The stone drew a parabola in the sky, hitting Qingge's head accurately.
In an instant, a gloomy and sharp chirping sounded, and a crow teared the air and suddenly appeared. When he flew forward, his sharp mouth opened and bit the stone into pieces.
Ye Jingjing had a cold face, her murderous aura was horrified, and her purple-black eyes burst out with violent aura!
The next moment, Ye Jingjing was elusive and had a ghostly figure, and suddenly appeared in front of the girl in Ye's house.
Ye Jingjing grabbed the woman's hair, lifted it up and threw it into the sky. Countless crows tore through the void and suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
Black crows tangled around the girl who was thrown in the sky.
Ye Jingjing narrowed her eyes and a cruel smile appeared on her lips.
It seemed that with her order, these crows could swallow the living people to the point of not even leaving their bones.
The No. 1 next to him is not surprised by this, as if he has become accustomed to it.
Qingge observed No. 1's expression from the corner of his eyes, and he knew that this was Ye Jingjing's daily life.
A few years ago, when I was in the Four-Star Night Mansion, Ye Jingjing was still an innocent little girl.
Ye Jingjing is pure and flawless, as clean as a piece of white paper. Even though many years have passed, Ye Jingjing has unfolded her own story. In Qingge's eyes, Ye Jingjing is still that little girl.
"Jingjing, don't kill anyone." Qingge said with a smile.
The girl entangled by a crow was already scared and scared, and she screamed repeatedly.
Ye Jingjing heard Qingge's voice, and her horror disappeared completely. All the crows in the sky crawled into the void.
Bang!
Without the entanglement of the crow, the girl fell into fear and fell to the ground with a tragic cry.
Ye Jingjing turned around and ran to Qingge, cautiously and uneasy, stared at Qingge quietly and spoke cautiously: "Are you unhappy sister?"
Ye Jingjing's little hands kept squeezing her sleeves, her eyes filled with panic.
Seeing this, Qingge sighed, held Ye Jingjing's hand, and whispered: "Killing people will dirty our Jingjing's hand. If you have to kill..." Qingge's eyes became more and more fierce, and sharp flashed in his eyes.
Zhise: "Then let my sister kill her."
When they said this, everyone in Ye’s house fell into panic.
Qingge held Ye Jingjing's hand and waited at the stone table in the yard.
Ye Jingjing asked: "Sister really won't blame me?"
"A fool, even the people in the world will blame you. You still have to believe that my sister will never blame you." Qingge said.
"Okay!"
Ye Jingjing danced with excitement, tilted her head and grinned, revealing her snow-white teeth.
At this moment, the girl's eyebrows and eyes were as young and tender as before, innocent and innocent as before.
It was this purity and such sincere eyes that hit Qingge's soft heart.
No. 1's azure blue eyes, gentle as water, staring at Ye Jingjing deeply.
He had seen this scene before.
In the Four-Star Continent, in the Northern Moon Dynasty, in the Fengyue Pavilion in the Night Mansion.
That year, Ye Qingge was still a famous waste girl. The young Ye Jingjing only had her sister in her eyes.
In Fengyue Pavilion, laughter and joy often come.
"How is Jingjing living in the Dark Temple?" asked Qingge.
Ye Jingjing held her elbows on the stone table, held her face with her palms, tilted her head and looked at Qingge with wide eyes, blinking, which was particularly cute and charming.
"Every moment in the temple, I think of my sister." Ye Jingjing said.
No. 1 sighed with his head down.
He has been with Ye Jingjing for many years, but Ye Jingjing only cares about her sister.
Number One glanced at Qingge enviously.
Qingge rubbed Ye Jingjing's head with a funny look: "Don't you want anyone except your sister?"
Qingge looked at No. 1 intentionally or unintentionally, and Ye Jingjing also looked back at No. 1, her eyes full of confusion.
After a while, Ye Jingjing said, "I still miss my grandfather."
"Do you want to see grandpa?" Qingge asked.
Ye Jingjing nodded: "I want to."
"If you have the chance to return to the four-star market, I will notify you."
"Can you really go?"
"certainly."
While Qingge was chatting with Ye Jingjing, Ye Xuanji walked into the house and saw her father lying on the bed.
The majestic man closed his eyes and lost his anger all over his body.
Ye Xuanji covered her mouth and her eyes widened, and all her reason was lost at this moment.
"Go and see him." Ye Qingyi sighed.
Ye Xuanji ran towards the bed, and even fell down halfway through. She stumbled and got up, knelt down beside the bed, and held her father's old hand tightly: "Dad..." Ye Xuanji cried in a mournful voice.
Pick.
Suddenly, the door of the house closed.
Ye Xuanji suddenly looked back, and Ye Qingyi's graceful smile reflected in her eyes.
"Aunt Qing, are you..." Ye Xuanji's eyes were filled with tears and her eyes were full of surprise.
"Xuan Ji."
A familiar voice sounded in his ears. Ye Xuanji's body froze, his limbs were tense, and he turned his head inch by inch as if mechanically, and looked at his father lying on the bed.
The man who should have been a corpse opened his gray eyes, his face was haggard, his eyes were blue, and he looked old.
"Dad, are you lying to me?" Ye Xuanji withdrew her hand, shook her head in disbelief, and retreated repeatedly.
Ye’s father sat up from the bed, showing a majestic look and a serious expression. When he looked at Ye Xuanji, he slapped Ye Xuanji in the face without any mercy.
Ye Xuanji turned to the ground, her cheeks were marked with clear palm prints.
"Bastard! Do you know filial piety? Do you know loyalty? What is the Eastern Emperor Ye Qingge? It's a fox charm, a disaster star! How could Tianji Tower say? You are like this one?
The disaster stars are mixed together, fearing that the world will not be in chaos. Your Uncle Yan and your Aunt Qing have been asking you back home again and again, but you ignored it and refused again and even were indifferent to the parents who gave birth to you and raised you. I want to ask
Ask, who do you, the wolf-hearted person, look like? You were not like this before. Did Ye Qingge, the evil beast, ruin you?" Ye's father was furious! (To be continued)