"I want to go to the demon realm with you." Ye Qingcheng looked at Qingge stubbornly and said.
Qingge lowered his eyes and firmly said, "No."
"I can play the piano without strings and protect you." Ye Qingcheng stubbornly bit Hong's tender lower lip.
"If it doesn't work, it won't work." Qingge's expressionless face, "I took Fuxi and Wuyou to go because Fuxi has seven-star pupils, which can divine many unknown dangers. Wuyou is a powerful intermediate holy beast. Even if you go to the demon realm, you will not be excluded. Although you can play the piano without strings, your skills are not powerful enough."
The demon realm is too dangerous, and she will never take Ye Qingcheng into danger.
Ye Qingcheng lowered his head weakly and remained silent.
After a long time, the door was opened, and Wuyou and Fuxi walked in.
"Three days later, the guardians of the Nine Realms will descend to the Northern Yue Kingdom." Fu Xi's face was pale, and the seven-star gears in his pupils gradually faded away, and he said, "Sister, as for whether you can tell the guardians of the Nine Realms, let us go to the Demon Realm, it's up to you."
Qingge nodded, "I have this certainty. I have some friendship with a guardian of the Nine Realms who is not low."
Wuyou looked at Qingge, and his mouth and eyes twitched.
He had lived for so long, but he didn't know that there were humans in this world who could have friendship with the powerful guardians of the Nine Realms. It was really strange.
"But the snow spirit bead is broken, and that powerful force is crazily scattering in your body. Will your tendons, veins, and flesh burst?" Ye Qingcheng asked worriedly.
Qingge frowned, and in the spiritual world, Qingge asked: "Nightmare, I need five days. Can you suppress the explosive power of the Snow Spirit Bead for me?"
"Yes." Yan said seriously: "But only five days, once five days pass, if you don't transmit the power as soon as possible, this powerful spiritual pearl power will crush your body bones into powder."
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, turned her head, looked at Ye Qingcheng, and said, "My body is not a problem for the time being."
"It just so happens that the four kings' ritual will be held in two days. You can finish the ceremony before leaving." Shi Yin said.
Qingge agreed that although she was worried about Ji Yue’s safety, the situation in the four empires still had to be stabilized.
“…”
Holding Fu Xi's hand and walking out of the room, Qingge saw Ye Yu and Ye Wuhen waiting anxiously outside the door. In two days, the elder brother seemed to have some stubble on his sharpened chin, and even his neatly combed black hair is now messy.
Ye Wuhen's eyes were full of fatigue. When he saw Qingge walking out, he hurried forward, grabbed Qingge's hand, and was extremely anxious. He looked carefully and said, "How is your health good?"
"Okay." Qingge smiled and smiled.
"Grandpa is unconscious."
Ye Yu frowned and said worriedly: "Qingge, go and see grandpa. Doctor Liu said that grandpa himself did not want to wake up. You are grandpa's life. Maybe he will wake up if you go."
"Let's go and take me to see my grandfather." Qingge's face turned a little pale.
All her original intentions were for Ye Qingtian.
I hope this old man who is in his old age can enjoy family happiness.
But reality often goes against the curve.
When they arrived at the sandalwood room where Ye Qingtian lived, the other two elders of the Ye family and Mo Xie's father Mo Yuntian were guarding the bedside. When they saw Qingge coming, the few of them actually understood it and walked out.
There were only two grandfathers and grandchildren in the house.
Qingge sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and stroked Ye Qingtian's face.
The old man's skin has too many folds and ravines, which are the traces left by the years after the changes of the world.
"Grandpa, granddaughter is unfilial." Qingge closed her eyes and her eye wings trembled slightly.
"I'm going to the demon realm, I'm going to find Ji Yue."
Qingge opened his eyes, held Ye Qingtian's hand, his eyes wandered, "Grandpa, do you know, I am not Ye Qingge, I am not your granddaughter, I am a homeless ghost, I am an orphan who was abandoned..."
Qingge opened her mouth slightly, and her throat hurt, as if she was being fed.
The old man who had been lying on the bed kindly and gentle seemed to have said something.
Qingge didn't hear it clearly, so he went over and listened carefully before he could hear the intermittent sentence clearly.
"Ph, ph, ph, it's not auspicious. How could Ge'er be a lonely ghost? Ge'er is my husband's granddaughter."
Soul, horror.
Qingge opened her eyes wide, as if she didn't want the tears to flow out, but her eyes were dry and unreasonable.
After a long time, I sang and laughed.
Yes, she is Ye Qingtian’s granddaughter!
With grandpa like this, what should I ask for in this life?
Qingge put down Ye Qingtian's hand, stood by the bed solemnly and solemnly, suddenly knelt down piously, crawling on the ground with both hands, and kowtowed three times seriously, each sound was like a big bell.
After three sounds, Qingge stood up, his forehead was swollen and red and purple, and a wisp of blood flowed down his eyebrows. She sacredly picked up her fists towards Ye Qingtian, bowed her hands, and said, "Grandpa, three days later, my granddaughter will set out to the demon realm. Grandpa must take care of both life and death."
After saying that, he turned around and left resolutely.
When Ye Wuhen, who was standing in the cold wind, saw the wound on Qingge's forehead and was slightly stunned.
Fu Xi, who was playing with mud, jogged over and reached out to Qingge. Qingge took his hand naturally.
"How is grandpa?" Ye Wuhen asked.
"There is no sign of waking up." Qingge shook his head.
Ye Wuhen was full of disappointment.
Qingge took Fu Xi and walked towards Fengyue Pavilion.
Then, Ye Wuhen and Ye Yu walked into Ye Qingtian's room, and they were stunned.
The old man on the bed opened his turbid eyes at some point. He looked at the ceiling in a daze, with no focal length in his eyes.
"Grandpa, are you awake?" Ye Yu was overwhelmed with surprise, knelt on the edge of the bed, holding Ye Qingtian's hand.
"Don't tell Ge'er." Ye Qingtian said.
"Why?" Ye Yu was puzzled.
Ye Qingtian turned his head, rubbed Ye Yu's head, and said charitably: "Ge'er has something big to deal with now, let her go."
When you go to the demon realm, life and death are hard to say.
If Ye Qingtian woke up and learned that Qingge was in good health, he would die again when he went to the demon realm, he would be depressed.
And this is the tacit understanding between the grandfather and grandson.
Outside the window, the bright moon is clear and cold.
Qingge and Fuxi walked on the Qianmo Road in the Xiaoting Xuanxi Pavilion. Fuxi grinned, pointed his pink little hand at the high wall in the distance, and said, "Sister, since you were unconscious, that person has been standing here secretly for a long time."
Qingge raised his eyes and looked along Fu Xi's fingers. A figure stood with his hands behind his back, and was extremely charming.
It was at this moment that the man was panicked and flew away from the wall.
"Hey, why is he leaving?" Fu Xi shook his head, puzzled.
Qingge chuckled, and his jade finger flicked Fu Xi's forehead, "Don't think so much, kid."
After a few words, the two of them had approached Fengyue Pavilion.
Standing in front of the Hongqi door, Qingge turned around and looked at the high wall.
Tu Bai Shengxue's robe, her melancholy and sad eyes, even the night will be fascinated.
Chapter completed!