If Qingge asked Shi Yin how old she was, Shi Yin was confused, and then Qingge deliberately pulled it here, Shi Yin understood that Qingge wanted to be a matchmaker and saw the quiet Yun Yuexia
I kept winking at Qingge, and looked a little shy and cute, and I couldn't help but want to tease her.
Teasing is teasing, but it is also true. A fortune teller is rare and valuable. When you meet someone who can speak, you must study it with your friends.
Qingge simply didn't go back to the mayor's mansion and lived with Yun Yuexia in an underground auction house. My Master Shi Yin is a real rich man. He smiled charmingly and said generously: "Everything in the auction house is just my master's.
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Qingge's eyes shone and he patted Shi Yin's shoulder solemnly, "Young Master Shi Yin, I didn't expect you to be so manly."
Shi Yin: "..." He has always been manly, okay?
"Yun Niang!" Shi Yin shouted.
"Ah?" Yun Yuexia was a little stunned.
"Am I a man?"
"man."
Qingge looked at Yun Yuexia and shook her head helplessly, and smashed her tongue, "Sure enough, the girl is useless, and her elbow is turned out."
Yun Yuexia: "..." Why didn't she know that she had a mother named Ye Qingge?
Qingge laughed, but was sincerely happy. After Yun Yuexia became a fortune teller, she was devoted to divining for her, always making seven-star formations alone, and it would be a good thing if there was one more person around her.
It was a night, how cool was it?
Qingge sat cross-legged on the bed to practice, absorbing the pure spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and pulling it to two clusters of purple and red elixirs to extract it. After tempering and concentrating, it is poured into solid and strong tendons and veins to consolidate the strength of the tendons and veins.
There are twenty-four tendons and veins in the body of the practitioner. Of course, these twenty-four tendons and veins are complementary to the practitioners, and they become stronger and tougher in the process of forging.
The Thirteenth Level of the Innate Realm is the most basic part of the cultivation journey. As the saying goes, a house must be built well, and this foundation cannot be careless. Therefore, Qingge has always been rigorous in his attitude towards cultivation, focusing on his concentration, and never neglects.
After more than a year of coming to the Four-Star Continent, she has gone from breaking her dantian and unable to practice to her current ninth level of innate level. The speed of breakthrough is indeed unheard of, but along the way, she has been doing real and the sweat she has been irrigated, compared with others, she has only a lot of
few.
Time and time, she was able to win in a dangerous situation, and the big reason was that she practiced in modern times and ancient martial arts.
Whether it is actual combat or a must-kill, she has quite experience. These experiences can be exchanged for countless life and death, and cannot be erased by changing her body.
After a long time, Qingge opened his eyes, and the moonlight passed through the window frame, and his silver hair was like the snow in the twelfth lunar month. Qingge exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the fullness of the tendons and veins and the admiration of the spiritual energy in the Danhuo, and she was full of energy.
Yes, the pale face was a little rosy.
In the realm of nothingness, the mini-shaped flame dragon surrounds the little fox curled up in the throne seat, ready to move and stare at it. It can remember these days when it turned into a dragon egg, and this girl kicks it as a ball.
However, although the little fox was still resting and sleeping, the remaining power still existed. The flame dragon surrounded the throne's seat for a long time and did not dare to do anything to the little fox.
In the end, the flame dragon became anxious and wanted to look at Ji Yueli with great majesty. Unexpectedly, the roar turned into a dog barking. A "woof" sound was simply a basin of cold water in a winter night, which made people beat him.
A shocked feeling.
The killing blood wolf lay behind the soulless blood puppet. Hearing the sound of the flame dragon, the scarlet wolf's eyes seemed to roll, and the whites of his eyes were facing the flame dragon, and the mockery was self-evident.
The sound of a dog barking came out, and the flame dragon was stunned, covering his throat in shock, his eyes widened, just like a young woman who was charming. When he heard the clattering footsteps, the flame dragon immediately turned around and looked at him with grievance.
The person came, soybean-like tears were rolling in his eyes.
Worried, too aggrieved.
The descendants of its orthodox dragon clan, after being born thousands of years later, not only did they not have the mightyness, but instead barked with cowardly blood dogs. If the ancestors of the eight generations of the flame dragon heard this abrupt sound, they would probably go from the ground.
Crawl out from inside and strangle this unfilial flame dragon to death.
When Qingge walked into the realm of nothingness and heard the barking of dogs, her steps immediately stopped. When she saw the flame dragon's tears and pitiful appearance, she realized that the strange dog barking just now was the masterpiece of the flame dragon.
Laughing, laughing so hard that people are overwhelmed.
This is the first time she has heard a dragon barking in a dog.
The flame dragon was so frustrated that it felt more and more harsh and insulted its dragon's dignity.
In anger, the flame dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a bright yellow flame. The center of the flame was filled with scarlet arcs of light.
The flame dragon was roaring, it was expressing its anger.
"It's so noisy." The little fox, who was lying like a corpse, suddenly moved his claws, took out his ears, and said unhappily.
Hearing the long-lost voice, Qingge was filled with joy, and the endless killing turned into a gentle water, she hurried forward.
The little fox's hair grew back, and it was softer than before.
Qingge's heart trembled. He was the demon king. Even after experiencing the tragic torture, he could recover as before after sleeping for a few days. The healing ability and speed were indeed shocking, and there would be no scar on his body.
His skin is smooth and evil, like a rich young man who is pampered and generous. But Qingge knew that behind this seemingly perfect was the pain that he did not want to mention. No matter how severe the injury or the huge pain, it would be cured soon.
When he was singing and pondering, Ji Yue's body was enchanting and purple-red light. When his body was twisting, the peerless man in a red robe lay in a slanted slanting on the ink-black Nine Dragons seat, dark aura and narrow eyes
The deep pupils and slender corners of the eyes slightly raised, confusing all living beings, but they even produced a high murderous aura, which took human life without moving.
"Are you beautiful?" Ji Yue raised her jaw slightly.
Qingge's black line on his forehead, answered truthfully: "Beautiful."
Based on her understanding of Ji Yue, if she doesn't say this word "beauty", she will never end.
The answer made Ji Yue very satisfied. Ji Yue smiled and asked again: "Who is beautiful, Master or Shi Yin?"
As he said that, he even threw a charming look at Qingge.
Although the action is quite funny, it has to be said that Ji Yue has a naturally jealous face, handsome and evil spirit. Such a face, the charming eyes she throws can basically be thrown into the girl's heart.
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Qingge is in a trance and a little depressed. Her own man looks more beautiful than her. Will he be too failed?
Ji Yue grabbed his hand, and Qingge was approaching and was hugged by him and pressed it on his legs. When the man leaned down, Qingge's body was also falling backwards. Ji Yue laughed exaggeratedly, on his forehead
He kissed hard.
"I miss you so much."
He is crazy, he is gentle, he is domineering, he is crazy, he is unreasonable.