The mother-in-law of the three clans just thought it was a prodigal son. She felt unhappy and was about to walk to talk, Wuyou carried the mother-in-law of the three clans and left the house.
Wuyou's actions were not gentle, and he almost carried the mother-in-law of the three tribes so that his bones were dispersed.
"Young Master Wuyou, what are you doing? Our elders are still inside. How can you live in the same room with the young master of the Ye clan, the lonely man and the widowed woman?" The mother-in-law of the three clan frowned and said seriously.
Wuyou coughed several times, looked up and lie down deep in the house and above the bed, and could feel comfortable even without those warm words.
"Mother-in-law Demon Abyss, believe me once. Even if everyone in the world will hurt her, he will not." Wuyou whispered.
He was angry and questioned, but he knew in his heart that the man's affection was never false.
The mother-in-law of the three tribes looked back and thought for a while, then left the place with a lame leg.
Wuyou waved his hand, closed the doors and windows, and sat and guarded the yard.
...
Inside the house, Ji Yue sent half of the power of true energy to Qingge.
The super powerful true energy power is still incredibly powerful even if it tries its best to cover up the breath of immortality.
The true essence enters the body, like the golden light of the Buddha, wandering in the internal organs. Wherever the golden light brushes by, the cracks of the muscles, bones, blood and flesh have healed.
Ji Yue twisted her sleeves and slowly wiped off the blood from the singer's back and body.
The shocking wound made Ji Yue feel heartbroken.
At this moment, he finally realized the good intentions of the Demon Lotus.
In the past days, he did not stay with her every sorrow.
Such a strong girl has never complained about the distance in front of him. After a long time, she will only bury her head and work hard to practice, and digest the misfortune of life alone.
Ji Yue's eyes became softer and wiped Qingge's body clean and replaced it with the red robe he stored in the treasure in the space.
During this period, Qingge opened his eyes, but a fog seemed to be blurred. Even if he opened his eyes wide and looked at them seriously, it was just an unclear outline.
Qingge's pale cheeks burst into a smile, and he held Ji Yue's hand with clear joints.
Her smile was not as bright as the old one, but she was as gentle as water after experiencing rebirth after repeated nirvana and rebirth.
"Xiao Yueyue, I feel so painful." Qingge murmured in a low voice, lowering her eyelashes, and under her thick eyelashes, there were overflowing tears.
It hurts so much that it suffocates.
Every moment in front of the city gate, I was experiencing the pain of washing the essence and marrow and thrusting the bones.
But there was no one behind her, so how could she fall down?
She is not free and easy, she is the city wall that towers into the clouds to protect millions of demons.
As a city wall symbolizing protection, how can it collapse in front of the enemy?
The murmuring whisper caused Ji Yue's heart to be hit hard by a big rock.
Others shouted pain, maybe it was just pain.
If it is said from her, it will be a million times more painful.
Ji Yue held Qingge's hand tightly and continuously teleported the power of the true essence, which was wrapped in a little Qing Emperor's true essence. "Are you crazy? There are two true essences in your body, one is the true essence of the immortal divine body, and two is the true essence of
Qingdi Zhenyuan, this is the woman you love deeply. Just give her the true essence of the immortal divine body. How precious is Qingdi Zhenyuan? Aren’t you afraid that the demon lotus will get angry?” Ji Yue
The sound of a thousand-year-old monster being frightened again in my mind.
"You don't understand." Ji Yue said three words lightly, then held Qingge's hand tightly, and put it on her cheek.
Seeing Qingge's expression turn from pale to rosy, Ji Yue also smiled.
"Your Highness, it's time to go back." Outside the window, the voice of the aunt of the Night Clan appeared.
Ji Yue's eyes flashed, and she looked back and saw the outline of the black shadow through the window paper.
"Once my ancestor said, Your Highness must be calm, just wait a few more days." said the aunt of the Ye clan.
Ji Yue didn't say anything, lowered her head and kissed Qingge on her forehead.
Ji Yue gently put down her hand and stood up and left, Qingge suddenly grabbed his wrist.
Qingge's eyes were always closed, and her eye wings were spreading under her eyes, almost her subconscious rebounding action.
Her eyebrows were frowning tightly, as if she had fallen into some kind of abyss.
Ji Yue sat on the edge of the bed again to calm her mood: "I won't leave, you can sleep well."
The frown eyebrows gradually stretched out, and immediately fell asleep and breathed smoothly.
A light blue light fell into the window paper, and shone through several shadows of the window frames on Qingge's small face.
Ji Yue lifted up the soft quilt, slept in her clothes, turned to her side and hugged her beloved girl, for a moment she forgot the bitterness of the world, only the sweetness of the moment.
"Your Highness..." said the aunt of the Ye clan anxiously.
"Don't quarrel." Ji Yueqing covered Qingge's ears.
"Um."
Qingge murmured, turned around, and hid in Ji Yue's arms.
The power of true energy healed her wounds, and she removed all her fatigue for many days, and she could have a good night's sleep.
Never felt so at ease.
Ji Yue was attached to the warmth under the soft quilt and couldn't bear to leave.
The aunt of the Ye tribe stood in front of the window and was a little anxious. She was lying on the yard and found the aunt of the Ye tribe with sharp eyes.
Wuyou walked over and said, "Is this the aunt of the Ye clan?"
"Young Master Wuyou." The aunt of the Ye tribe laughed dryly.
"Auntie is a big shot at all, so it's not good to eavesdrop on the corner of the wall here?" Wuyou said softly: "It's still early, I have good wine there. Why don't you come and drink a glass of it?"
"No." Aunt Ye's face turned dark.
Wuyou's eyes drooped and his lips were pursed: "It seems that it's hard for my aunt to hire me..."
Aunt Ye looked at Wuyou. The handsome man was pitiful and almost wiped a few tears.
After a dry cough, the aunt of the Ye clan knew that she could not pull Ji Yue back for the time being, so she and Wuyou came to the compound to have a few drinks.
Wuyou poured wine on one side and twitched his mouth. He really took the initiative to make the little beauty, and even the handsome man trick he had put out and contributed.
Inside the room, Ji Yue kept covering Qingge's ears and heard the conversation outside the window, and couldn't help laughing a few times.
Fortunately, his girl was protected and loved by so many people.
"Does it still hurt?" Ji Yue asked in a low voice for a long time.
Qingge moved his body, hugged Ji Yue like an octopus, buried her face in the man's wide and powerful chest, and listened attentively to the sound of jumping for her.
Qingge squints his eyes.
She seemed to have woken up, and she seemed to be still fainting.
Rubbing in Ji Yue's arms, Qingge said aggrievedly: "Bai Feng Chaohuang was worn by Bing Lingtian."
In the spiritual world, the ancient dragon's remnant soul held its breath, shocked and surprised.
The majestic and shocking empress can be so cute?
Is she jealous?
It must be.
Ji Yue's smile on the corner of her lips deepened a little, and she pinched Qingge's little face: "Baifeng Chaohuang, Princess Ji, and Qinghou, they are all yours, you must be. The ones on her are fake, demonic
Then he lied to her."
Qingge quickly opened her eyes, "Is it true?"
"You've woken up long ago?" Ji Yue pretended to be angry.
Qingge tilted her head, blinked, and suddenly covered her lower abdomen: "Ah, I feel so painful... It's going to hurt so much..."
Gu Long’s Remnant Soul: “…” I’m afraid that anyone can see such a bad acting?
Ji Yuexin tightened: "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt... Let me see." Gu Long's remnant soul: "..." It's so terrifying. What kind of evil did he commit? It depends on how sweet and tormenting people.
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