Yu Qingchen has been in a very good mood recently, and he is extremely fond and conniving with the little paper crane, but compared to before, he had free time to work with Zhong Huaiqing's ears and temples all day, but now he often searches or writes something in the study, although he has given Zhong Huaiqing time as much as possible, but he always has an indescribable hurry.

His Holiness, who has always been calm and peaceful, has never had such a busy moment except for the turbulent days of time and space, not to mention the fact that being led away by an unexpected event and having something in his heart is in a hurry.

Zhong Huaiqing had to be curious, and in addition to curiosity, there were some hidden grievances. He didn't have a long time to live, especially in the eyes of His Holiness, what could distract His Holiness so much that he cut off most of the time she spent with him, and gave a lot of pets to the little paper crane.

Knowing that he would be able to get an answer from His Holiness if he asked, it was a subtle psychology like Yu Qingchen's refusal to make it clear early, and Zhong Huaiqing, who felt this thought, also had a strange gambling mentality.

If you ask first, it's like you've lost.

Little by little, poking the belly of the little paper crane, the little belly that is full of soft and soft elastic bullets, with fine down feathers, it makes people feel a little lovely, originally just wanted to poke it twice, but unconsciously fascinated.

The eyelids were still closed, but the eyeballs were rolled, for the sake of Zhong Huaiqing's excellent craftsmanship and the fact that he had just finished enjoying the fruits of the other party's labor, the little paper crane let go of this kind of behavior, which was obviously not comfortable for it.

It's a pity that his kindness was not appreciated, but he wanted to get an inch of rhythm, and if he was usual, he should have jumped up a long time ago. But after all, recently, the Venerable was too kind to his previous life, and even neglected him a little because of this, thinking that the other party was frustrated and his life was short, and his magnanimous self was still able to forgive this time.

Proudly raised his neck, his wings spread out lazily as usual, normal birds should not like to maintain this posture for a long time, but he is the little paper crane of the Venerable, of course, carefree and loved.

For the little paper crane, comfort always seems to be a luxury that is difficult to maintain, Zhong Huaiqing was not satisfied with just keeping quiet movements, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Anyway, with some carelessness and self-deception, the young man's eyes are still clean and deep with the ancient ink jade, asking the little paper crane and asking the Venerable are completely different things, and if it goes on like this, he is also anxious, compared to patience, he is never as good as the Venerable.

A little bit of strength was added to his hand, it didn't hurt, but his full stomach was still a little uncomfortable, and the angry little paper crane was about to bounce up as soon as he stretched his wings, and he was pressed back by Zhong Huaiqing with some appeasement.

Laughing and pleasing the puffy little paper crane, promising tomorrow's osmanthus fish, half-squinting his eyes like a fox, but his tone is usually idle, with a resentment.

"I know how busy Ling Ya has been recently, rummaging through unknown ancient books every day, leaving from time to time, often claustrophobic in the room and not allowed to visit, and then this time, I am afraid that Jing Xuan will have to worry about whether he has unconsciously lost the favor of His Holiness. ”

It could see this little bit of caution at a glance, puffed up its chest, and even His Holiness praised it for its cleverness and cleverness, so that it would not be deceived.

"His Holiness is not even allowed to enter you, of course I don't know, but what His Holiness has been looking for recently is related to the sacrifice of the ancient gods, so it may be useful. ”

The chirp is crisp, the look is proud, and the pleasure of the little paper crane is obvious when he enjoys the right amount of rubbing on the belly.

Anyway, His Holiness would almost never hide anything from Zhong Huaiqing, and of course it didn't matter if he said it, not to mention that Zhong Huaiqing still asked with some thought.

got the desired result, his brows furrowed quietly, he had only seen Yu Qingchen do it once, and that time created the lyre that he is still carrying behind his back, but I heard the Venerable say that people sacrificed to her in ancient times, but there was a sacrifice to the ancient immortals。。。。。。。

Isn't that just an accident in the mortal world?

The movements of his hands stopped unconsciously, and in exchange for the little paper crane angrily pecked and flew away, his eyes worried and inquiring at the retreat room of His Holiness, although the Venerable Retreat became more and more frequent, although he never said or showed anything, he always felt a little depressed at this time.

This time, it's not from the fingertips, but from the hair.

The beauty of the woman sitting upright in the ashram can make the heavens and the earth fall away, the thin shirt can still reveal the shallow grooves of the back, the delicate shoulders are looming, and the slender waist is soft and delicate, even in the most folded places, you can distinguish the gentleness and charm of the arch of the foot.

This kind of clothing is not what Yu Qingchen should wear, and it is true that she has never tried it for a while, not to mention that most of the posture that this thin shirt can only block does not include the bare jade-like arms and the shallow furrow on the collarbone that are exposed at this moment.

However, I went to Hongchen again and again to explore and visit, and most of the things I wanted to know were in densely populated places, and it would take a while to fully understand and properly integrate into it, for Hongchen was the only Yu Qingchen who was the biggest toxin, the same backlash again and again, and even deprived her of a keen perception of her body.

The injuries or consequences caused last time have not yet healed, and she will have to stop for a long time again, and her fellow practitioners of illusion can seamlessly disguise their appearance, but they will not also erase the influence of the red dust that has restrained her.

At first, she didn't even need to retreat, and the illusion lasted for a day or two and her somewhat transparent places would calm down in her daily practice, and then it would take nearly a day to seriously remove that place, and then just like now, it wouldn't take three or five days to recover the thin and transparent parts that had lost their blood, and then they had to give up their gorgeous and elegant clothes, and instead act as a shirt that was too transparent, shirts?

Hongchen can't kill her as always, but it can make her perception shield be restricted, and if she continues like this, the most serious consequence will be that she may lose her color and spiritual power, and she doesn't know how long she will wander in the world before she can regain her existence little by little.

It's still early to that step, but it doesn't prevent her from not using the naked eye or even being able to detect the part of herself that is wrong, and the emotion has not gone wrong, but the use of magic is too sluggish and vague than before.

Looking at himself carefully in the water mirror, except for the hair that is really light and indistinguishable if you are not paying attention to the water, the right shoulder also has a silhouette that can support the thin shirt in the clothes, and you can't see a little bit of the muscular bone color that should be filled.

The spiritual power operates, focusing on taking care of the right shoulder of the hair, even if it is pale and weak and visible to the naked eye, it should be as strong as Xizi supporting the wall and captivating the city and the country, it will be fast, it will be fast, her idea is already better than one day at a time, and the feasibility is in front of her.

She has all the materials, Zhong Huaiqing can still live for many years, and for the first time, she feels that she has enough time in this matter, and she has the right time, place and people, and now her weak body is nothing.

It's just that I regret using that opportunity to make the lyre, and if so, if I had merged that opportunity with this one, I would have been much better off what I wanted to get.