After breaking through the eighth level of innate nature, Qingge and forgetting to eat and sleep, hiding in the room day and night to practice and consolidate,
The little old man Ye Qingtian occasionally wanted to come and see his granddaughter, but he could only be blocked outside the door. The little old man pouted, hummed a few times, rolled his eyes and turned around to deal with his own affairs.
An Suyou sent someone to pass on a message, and he should pack up everything. At most, he left for three days. However, our talented man in An said, "Galan Academy is not short of anything, and there is one in Ye's family,"
There are all Blue Academy.
When Ye Qingtian heard this, he was furious and muttered that he wanted to fight An Suyou to the death.
An Suyou: I still have to go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to talk about life with Cuihuaer, I have no time!
evening.
Qingge sat cross-legged, his eyes closed slightly, and a white jade light shining on his body, as if there was fog in the fairy palace, floating mist, the girl's forehead was sweating heavily, her clothes were wet with sweat, and even her white hair was
It was wet and stuck to the white and jade-like neck, a little charming and charming.
She tried to clear the twenty-fifth red tendon vein, but the red tendon vein was strong and unbreakable, like a rock, letting her do everything she could, without moving. A whole day passed, and although Qingge had not slacked off,
I also know that this cannot be cleared.
Get up, go into the backyard, and enter the bath.
Qingge leaned on the edge of the bath with her hands holding her face, and the delicate petals floated on the water. The heat was like fog, hazy and drunk. The warm current flowed through her body, which was extremely comfortable and refreshing. The girl leaned her head slightly, and a trace of it appeared on her stunning face.
Tired and frown brows show sorrow.
When will the little fox wake up?
Qingge shook his head and suddenly found that Fengyue Pavilion, Ye family, and the Northern Yue Kingdom seemed to have a fox with red mane in every corner, showing off his might, rolling his eyes and showing pride and disdain, learning to walk.
The funny look at it...
Qingge let out a sigh, white smoke was entangled, she squatted down, the nectar in the bathtub was buried in her sharp chin, her bright red lips, her firm nose, bright eyes, and dark eyebrows...
The white hair sank into the nectar water, the water surface cannot be rippled, but the petals float and flow, which is beautiful.
After a while, a tall figure broke out in the water without any movement, and the water splashed everywhere. The girl walked onto the smooth and shiny crystal table beside the bathhouse with her legs naked. The spiritual energy blew, and the fire hanging on the golden silk and leash lotus
The infrared robe suddenly brushed through the sky, the girl spread her hands, wrapped herself in a spacious outer robe, and a rose-red strap was casually tied around her waist. Her collarbone was sexy, and her skin was as creamy as it could be broken.
Three thousand white hairs hang behind him, just like a burst of snow falling from red plums all over the ground.
real--
She is becoming more and more like him.
"Miss." Yinlan waited in front of the crystal door outside the bathing pool.
"Prepare the car and go to my marquis's mansion."
In front of the door, the girl's red clothes are as beautiful as fire, as charming as flowers, her eyes are glazed, charming, and charming. She raised her eyes to look at the night she knew well. The three thousand worlds seem to be reflected in her pupils.
The corners of his lips curled up, and a wicked smile spread out. He was so evil, and he was bloody and murdered.
This time—
yes.
She was the second person to be granted a marquis in the Northern Moon Dynasty and the only female marquis on the four-star continent.
Ruby was inlaid with four corners of the carriage. Qingge went down the stairs a hundred feet and walked up the carriage. On the stairs, a figure walked out from behind the stone lion.
"Marquis Anguo... Should I call you the Marquis now?"
Ye Yu was wearing a satin-woven rouge brocade dress. She stood with the stone lion, her face pale and almost transparent, her eyes fell on Qingge, and she curled the corners of her lips and smiled desolately.
"You are the fourth lady in the direct line, and I am ranked third. According to reason, I should call you sister." Qingge's face was full of charm, and his eyes were full of charm, but the next moment, it was cold and cold.
Kill the world!
Ye Yu was stunned and then smiled bitterly, "How dare I be the Marquis' sister?"
"It's not a question of whether you dare to take it or not, but whether I'm willing to let you take it or not."
The girl was frivolous and gorgeous, with her spirits flying, and the stunning smile on her face made the dark night fade and the clear water without waves.
Ye Yu was as dumb as a rooster, looking at the girl in front of the carriage with a cool spring breeze like a heroic figure. After a moment, Ye Yu laughed loudly, laughing wildly.
Until she was tired of laughing, she held the stone lion next to her, her face full of fatigue, and looked at the girl standing in front of the carriage under the stairs, and said, "If I suddenly die one day, you must remember that I am there."
This sister, I don’t like loneliness. You must bury my ashes in the habitat of birds. I am afraid of smell. You must bury a few jars of peach blossoms in my grave. I would rather be drunk and unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation.
, don't want to rot in the soil."
Qingge looked at Ye Yu's bloodless face, and her heart seemed to twitch violently. After a long time, she nodded, responded, and got on the carriage.
Ye Yu stood against the stone lion, watching the carriage gradually drift away, and was buried in the boundless night.
The mansion of the Yingwu Marquis is a relatively remote place in the north of the city.
A hundred years ago, when the Marquis of Yingwu was still alive, the north of the city was the most prosperous area in the entire capital. Now, after a hundred years of precipitation, although the Marquis of Yingwu is empty, the Marquis's mansion is majestic and the villain is trembling.
Because for a hundred years, the Emperor of Beiyue would have someone come to clean it regularly, so even after a hundred years, the Yingwu Hou Mansion was as clean as before.
In front of the house.
Qingge walked down from the carriage and looked up. In the rich night, the moonlight was faint, and the ink-like plaque was hung on the mansion, like an ancient magical object that suppressed evil, which made people feel respectful.
"Miss, the old slave's granddaughter admires the lady very much. Unfortunately, she is ill in bed, so I'm afraid she won't last long."
The driver who drove the horse was an elderly man with many wrinkles on his face, his right pupil was turbid, and his left eye was all white. He looked particularly shocking in this desolate night, but when the old man spoke, his simple and sincere heart could touch people's hearts.
Qingge raised his eyebrows, surprised.
"When I come out, I will go and see the child with you." Qingge said.
"Miss, I can't repay you."
The old man wanted to kneel down, and Qingge's spiritual energy surged in his dantian, preventing the old man from kneeling.
"The dew is heavy late at night, old man, you go back and accompany your granddaughter first." Qingge gathered his spiritual energy and turned around and walked towards the British Marquis' Mansion.
"The third lady, the British Hou admired the most in his life who was flesh and blood. Although he killed countless people in his life, the 400 million people in Beiyue prayed for him when he died."
After Qingge walked into the mansion, the old man's voice rang behind him. Qingge was stunned, then smiled slightly, and entered the deep British Marquis' Mansion.
Two dark doors were closed heavily, and the sound was like a blow to the dark night.
On the carriage, the old man was sitting bent his legs, holding the reins tied with the horse's head in his hand. He looked down at his hand covered with wrinkles, and a strange arc of light appeared in his muddy pupils.
Old people, old frost and snow.
In a simple room, the girl was constantly coughing, and the blood stained red and dried lips. The girl clasped the bed with her hands tightly, her pure eyes widened, and she suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, her body spasmed, red
The lips trembled slightly, and the sound was like a mosquito or a fly—
"The stars are falling, the fate is different, the heavenly way of reincarnation, and the appearance of death is indestiny!"
When talking, the girl's eyes were filled with purple light arcs, wise and steady, without any youthfulness or tenderness. (To be continued)