Qing Qian was casual at first, but then he slowly became serious and listened intently.

Ye Xinghan didn't speak, his face was still indifferent, but his hand was holding his shallow waist, refusing to relax for half a minute.

"It turns out that you are the youngest child like me......" Qing Qian finished in a trance, his eyes were dark, he lost consciousness, and slowly fell asleep.

……

"You're all out, why did you forget about me......"

Qingqian slept in a daze, only to feel a trace of cold wind in his ears.

Blowing down the neck to the back, as if someone was whispering in his ear.

She couldn't help but shudder, her neck shrunk into the bed, and she didn't wake up.

There is still a week before the Chinese New Year's Eve, and there is something going out on this day and night when the stars are cold.

Qing Qian suddenly had a fever because of the disappearance of the forbidden spell, and he had nothing to do anyway, so he simply stayed in the radish D and fell asleep.

"Twitter, twitter......"

Lin Yue stepped on the pillow with her furry paws, like a kitten stepping on milk, showing a different anxiety from usual.

At this time, it usually sleeps next to Qingqian.

The heat on her forehead made Qing's reaction several beats slower than usual, and she slowly opened her eyes.

There was a faint figure standing at the head of the bed, staring at her for a moment.

There was a buzz in his head, and he was half conscious.

Look at it again, it's empty, and there's a ghost there.

Only Lin Yue was still bouncing on the pillow, and when she woke up, she hurriedly rubbed her head and arched her head coquettishly, while making a vague sound.

"Twitter...... Ji...... Eat!"

Qingqian blinked, pinched his cheek, and it didn't hurt.

That must be a dream.

I was about to continue to sleep with my head covered, and there was a soft voice in my ears, like a little baby who had just learned to speak.

"Mama!"

Lowering her head, Lin Yue blinked and looked at her innocently with big eyes.

Qingqian stretched out his finger and poked him, and Lin Yue was poked to the side and fell on the soft pillow.

It flattened its mouth and struggled to stand up, a little aggrieved and a little coquettish: "Ma Ma ......"

Can Ancient Beasts Talk?

That will grow up too?

Suddenly I had a picture of a long-grown version of Linyue walking upright, standing in the kitchen and cooking noodles by himself.

Qingqian immediately thundered and messed in the wind, and his thoughts were as if he had been trampled by 10,000 *** running wildly.

It took a while to react.

He pointed to the pillow: "Pillow, head." ”

He pointed to the fruit bowl on the table: "Big, apple, fruit." ”

Lin Yue looked at her stupidly with a pure and harmless face.

I was dreaming.

Qing Qian stroked his forehead and groaned, and continued to lie down and pretend to be dead.

I don't know how long I slept again, but when I woke up again, I felt that the heat on my body had subsided.

There was a close-fitting warmth from behind, and an arm was pressed on his waist.

"Is the cold back?" Qing Qian yawned, feeling much better.

Night Star snorted and reached out to probe the temperature of her forehead.

"I have a fever, why don't you tell me?"

"I don't know what you're up to, maybe it's important. Qing Qian yawned again, shrunk into his arms, and didn't ask him about his whereabouts at all.

"I went back to the Demon Domain and explained some things. Nightstar said lightly, his hand gently brushing her hair behind her ear.

Night Star Han is a demon lord, although he has always been indifferent, but he is always the king of a clan, and it is unreasonable not to go back and explain.

Qing Qian sighed, and suddenly remembered the dark shadow he saw in the middle of the night.