The mountains were silent for a long time, and the saint said, then turned around casually. In an instant, the clouds between her eyebrows disappeared.
Seeing this, Qingge smiled calmly. It seemed that her sincere words were not in vain.
When Emperor Jiujun saw that the saint had completely let go, he was very pleased. He turned his head and looked at Qingge, and suddenly looked forward to the situation where the demon king would dominate the world in the future.
He wanted to know, at that time, their feelings would be revealed to the world, and what she would do in the face of the criticism of thousands of people...
When it comes to treating the saint, Qingge did not insist on executing the saint like other women. Instead, he thought about Ji Yue and left the saint.
She first mercilessly defeated the Saint, and then today she said the Saint's goodness. In this way, the Saint no longer had any other thoughts.
This is a scheming, good!
Even the Emperor Jiujun wanted to applaud.
Late at night, Qingge and Ji Yue were resting in the tent. Ji Yue was like an octopus, her limbs were wrapped around Qingge's tender body, but it was just right that she didn't press down on Qingge.
Qingge was nestled in Ji Yue's arms, and the man's warm and burning breath came to his face, full of domineering aura, faintly mixed with a little fragrance of green grass, making people feel very safe and comfortable and attached.
She slowly opened her eyes, and in the dark shadow, she looked at Ji Yue carefully and greedily.
Ji Yue, who was sleeping, had fewer sharp edges and irritable anger. Her clear eye wings were spread out like a palm fan, covering a thick layer of shadow. The man's skin was very good, and the pores were invisible to the naked eye, and she was as fair as
The snow is as crystal clear as mutton fat jade, especially the sword eyebrows that are inserted into the temples, which are raging with evil and stern, and have a sharp and cold and solemn atmosphere.
Even though he fell asleep, Ji Yue's brows were furrowing.
Qingge struggled to stretch out his hand, trying to soothe Ji Yue's sad face.
In an instant, the man who should have fallen asleep suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Qingge with a lazy smile as if he was as smiling as a fox. His pair of strange eyes were half bloody, charming, and half elegant and noble.
He looked at her with a pampering and affectionate look, suddenly touched Qingge's lips softly, then closed his eyes, hugged Qingge, and gradually fell asleep.
Qingge struggled, and the man closed his eyes and grabbed her hand, "Don't make trouble."
The light song gradually softened, and in the rich night, a pair of cold eyes looked at each other and looked at it.
Qingge is greedy for this warmth and is lingering.
A moment later, the white jade light of the Snow Spirit Bead penetrated out from the thousands of pores on her body, covering and comforting Ji Yue.
She moved slowly, carefully, quietly broke free from Ji Yue's arms, and then tiptoed out of the tent to go to the place where the Tianchen Iron Ore Veins were buried.
There is not much time, and she still has 250 weapons to refine.
After Qingge left the tent, the curtain of the tent lifted down hung down. In the tent, the man opened his eyes again and looked at the direction where Qingge left thoughtfully.
He got up and left the tent, but met Emperor Jiujun.
Emperor Jiujun pointed in one direction and said, "I just saw Qingge going here, can you go and have a look?"
Ji Yue remained silent, but she still followed Emperor Jiujun to approach the mountain range.
They saw the scorching flames burning under the silver cauldron, and the woman was sweating profusely. Practice made a lot of weapons.
There are more and more weapons in the ice cellar, including swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, boring spears, sticks, crutches, meteors, and everything.
The shape of the weapon may not be perfect and exquisite, but it has a strong and fierce storm.
The weapons were inserted into the ice cellar, and they were introverted and angry, but they showed their sharpness. They looked like high-quality weapons. The users were able to be handy, and those with superb strength and talent could even reach a soul-stirring understanding with the weapons.
Emperor Jiujun’s eyes were hot, “How can Qingge refine weapons?”
Ji Yue's face was stiff, she looked at Qingge deeply and said, "Maybe it will."
"Are all human women so magical? It seems that when I have time, I have to go to other continents and find a beautiful lady on the plane."
Emperor Jiujun talked endlessly, and found that no one was paying attention, so he subconsciously looked back and saw only a bloody back.
Ji Yue returned to the tent to rest. Di Jiujun frowned in confusion. He squatted in the grass and peeped at Qingge's concentrated weapon with relish.
He was fascinated by the way of refining weapons since he was a child, but he was not talented enough. After trying many times, he stopped entering the path of refining weapons. Now seeing Qingge refining weapons like this has aroused his interest.
When I saw this, I saw dawn unknowingly.
The morning light was faint, Qingge hit her stiff shoulders, her legs were soft and numb when she stood up, and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Fuxi came over quickly and barely supported her
"I've been practicing for a night?" Fuxi asked.
"It's almost the same."
Qingge narrowed his eyes, yawned, stretched his waist, and the curves were revealed. The rising sun was like fire, and the golden light was sprinkled down, which actually outlined the woman's delicate body with beautiful lines.
Fuxi obediently beat Qingge's legs, then ran to the ice cellar, counted carefully, and exclaimed, "You have refined a hundred weapons last night?"
One hundred high-quality weapons were cast in one night, all of which were perfect finished products. It was impossible to put them in the refining world.
Emperor Jiujun in the grass widened his eyes and thought to himself that he was simply a genius in weapon refining!
Although he does not have the talent for refining weapons, he has read a lot of books on refining weapons and has collected many excellent weapons. With his vicious eyes, he can tell that the weapons refined by Qingge are of high-quality treasures.
Such actions can be called the god of refining weapons.
Fuxi stared at Qingge as if he was a ghost, wondering if this guy was a thousand-year-old witch, a monk who had gained power, and had specially changed into a beautiful woman, deceiving his young and pure heart.
She didn't sleep all night, Qingge's eyes were a little dark blue. She shook her fatigue and walked into the tent with a full spirit in her dress.
It was noon on the sun, but Ji Yue was still sleeping.
Qingge lay weakly next to Ji Yue and took a nap.
Ji Yue opened her eyes and looked at the pale and sweaty woman with heartache.
The man pinched his sleeves and gently wiped off the sweat from his face and neck for her.
Qingge was familiar with his scent and was not wary. Her fatigue for a night made her wish she could sleep for ten days and half a month.
Ji Yue sat by the bed and rubbed Qingge's shoulders and legs. Her technique was unique and she poured into the power of the demon king, making Qingge sleep more and more fragrant, and the fatigue in her body muscles gradually relaxed.
After sleeping for two hours, Qingge saw that there was no Ji Yue in the tent. He thought that Ji Yue was discussing the important matters of the exile land with Emperor Jiujun, so he went to the mine vein alone to speed up the time to refine the weapon.
Until the evening, Qingge refined a hundred weapons, and with the previous one hundred and five, there were 250.
Qingge's face was pale and transparent, and she was a little overdrawn in her physical strength. However, she saw that there were only fifty left, so she didn't go to rest and hurriedly continued to cast.
After all the weapons were refined, Qingge's spiritual energy and spirit were all shocked, and she suddenly vomited a mouthful of bright red blood.
She looked down, her hands were a little bloody and fuzzy.
Just as he was about to use the Snow Spirit Bead to heal, Fuxi rushed over panting, "Sister, something happened." (To be continued)