Yang Ling held Sun Xiaojing's soft and white hand and looked at a storage ring she wore on her finger.

This is still the time when Yang Ling Tuo Xian Canglan used several storage rings created by the Nine Degrees of Dimensional Gold as wedding rings, and gave one to each of his women.

Now plus the compass space has passed more than two thousand years, this ring also looks like it has been covered with some traces of time, the surface does not look so glamorous, and the storage space inside is only two or three stories high, the storage is very limited, and now all kinds of high-end storage equipment in the system are endless, but all his women still cherish this ring, and they never take it off every day on their hands.

"Xiaojing, if this is really a dream, then what do you want to see most when you wake up?" Yang Ling asked.

Sun Xiaojing thought for a moment, and a faint flush appeared on her beautiful face, "When I woke up, I hoped to lie on the big bed in that old house, and when I opened my eyes, I saw you sitting next to me!"

"You're not going to kick me off the bed this time, are you?" Yang Ling instantly recalled that warm picture in his mind.

"Probably, because I'm not sure I'll remember this dream when I wake up, this long, bizarre dream?" Sun Xiaojing muttered.

"Xiaojing, if you say ......" Yang Ling stopped here when he said this, feeling that saying this matter would probably cause a very heavy psychological burden to his woman.

Sun Xiaojing sat up, a pair of eyes that looked like a crescent moon seemed to be like two clear springs, clear and transparent, without a trace of hesitation and distractions: "You say, we can bear anything now, we just want to help you share some of the pressure, so that we will worry less, otherwise I don't know what you are doing every day?" This kind of worry and concern has always made us very, very afraid, afraid that one day suddenly we will really not be able to see you again, just like the last time the system happened, without you, we don't know what to do......"

"Xiaojing, I'm sorry!" Yang Ling took the woman in his arms again, gently stroking her long soft hair, feeling her pounding heart and familiar breath.

"You are our big tree, without you to shelter us from the wind and rain, we will lose everything, husband, tell me what happened, okay?" Sun Xiaojing hugged Yang Ling tightly.

Yang Ling didn't hesitate at all this time, and told everything about the system, how he got the miner system and now opened the ultimate fate mode, and even the past of the elf race, the changes in the nine heavens and ten earths, and Xiaoqing's death.

"So I said, why did you suddenly become so powerful? It's qigong and antiques, and you secretly made the flying car. Sun Xiaojing was not too surprised after hearing this, but raised her head, looked at Yang Ling with a playful smile in her eyebrows, and then suddenly said: "Tell me honestly, where did you hide that retort sweetness? Why haven't we seen her for so many years?"

Uh~!Yang Ling felt that his head hadn't turned a corner.

Just now, the senior class leader had a sad face to help her husband share the pressure, and she said so many secret things about the system and the terrible things that were coming, but it seemed that she didn't pay attention to these, and she didn't find the right point at all.

Yang Ling had the urge to open Sun Xiaojing's head to take a look, he wanted to know what the woman was thinking?

"What's wrong? Did she hide outside and give birth to a son or daughter for you?" Sun Xiaojing continued to dig deeper into the topic, and there was a hint of resentment in her tone.

"No, no......" Yang Ling hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, this kind of thing is not said to be no, even if there is, it must be ...... Beat to death and do not admit it.

Sun Xiaojing smiled more gently, and Yang Ling's hairs stood up

"Okay, even if this thing doesn't!Then you tell me, why was Xi Qingyue able to give birth to a child, but a few of us couldn't conceive?" Sun Xiaojing's soft little hand ran down Yang Ling's body, and then grabbed a fiery big stick.

"Whew~"

Yang Ling's body trembled, and two villains jumped out at the same time in his mind, spitting at each other, accusing each other of not working hard.

"Xiaojing, I ...... about this matter I...... Work hard!" Yang Ling almost cried, and quickly grabbed the hand that was shaking around and said with a smile: "Or ...... Let's work harder?"

"That's pretty much it!" the head teacher let go of his hand, and a pair of big clear eyes instantly became charming, "I want to give birth to one immediately, otherwise all the good names will be taken out!" I don't want the child I gave birth to to be called a dog and a cat. ”

Yang Ling: ......

Well, this powerful excuse can be called invincible in the world, Yang Ling can only give in, and he must give in fiercely, and he must be brave and strong while giving in, and use his actions to prove that he does not favor one over the other, nor does he deliberately not work hard.

Suddenly a faint golden ripple rippled in the Linghu Villa, which had been silent for a long time, submerging one of the small wooden houses, and in the dense shade of the forest, it was intertwined with spiritual flowers and plants, looking holy and dreamy.

In the hut, the two figures embraced each other warmly, and soon their clothes were scattered, and the gentle gasps and gentle moans sounded in the crunching and shaking, and the ensemble played a hearty and joyful overture.

The vast waters of the Linghu Lake rippled gently, the gentle tide washed the shore of the lake, flocks of birds circled and flew over the Linghu Lake, and countless spirit beasts wandered in the forest.

The whole world is immersed in this infinite tranquility.

However, a small wooden house has been gently shaking in the golden ripples, and it has been shaking for more than ten days before the golden ripples slowly dissipate.

Today's Linghu Villa is no longer lively.

Since Ding Cong went to the underworld, Gao Wenfeng is now taking a group of elves to soak in the magic training ground every day.

Chu Yuan and Yu Qiang were like two idle hooligans, wandering around the compass space all day long, but most of the time they stayed in the magic laboratory.

As for the family members, they have all moved out a long time ago, after all, time passes too quickly in the compass space, and a year or two have passed outside, and the monks of the spiritual realm are about to run out of life inside, so around this huge spiritual lake, in addition to the planned cultivation place, the Linghu Villa rebuilt by the old man Xian has long been empty, and only a few women from Yang Ling occasionally come to live for a few days, so it has now become a good place to have fun.

Yang Ling stretched out comfortably and transparently, looking at the woman lying next to her with the quilt in her arms, and on her flawless and clear cheeks, there was still a red tide that had not dissipated.