In the quiet room, Qingge sat cross-legged on the bed with a solemn face, the little fox tiptoed into the room, climbed onto the bed, slipped to Qingge's back, clenched a pair of paws into a fist, hammered on his back, and flattered him, "You can't be angry, you will become ugly if you are angry, and you can't marry if you become ugly......"

The little fox said very seriously, "It's okay if you can't get married, come with me to the Demon Domain to be the lady of the village." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Light Song: "......"

Mrs. Zhai......

Qingge took the little fox into his arms, face to face, and said seriously: "You can't learn badly, otherwise you will become a hooligan at that time." He rubbed his head seriously, "Could it be because spring has arrived, and I'm in estrus?" ”

Ji Yue: Is it so obvious that ...... "is his estrus so obvious?"

It's just that everyone in the world knows it, but she doesn't know.

He has always been evil, moody, murderous like a demon, and never close to women, but in front of her, he has become a hooligan ruffian.

In the evening, when Qingge had dinner with Yeli City and Little Fox, Yinlan came over.

"Miss, Elder Yezheng Xiong suddenly bled and was dying, and he only had his last breath left." Yinlan Road.

Qingge put a mouthful of soup into her mouth, and when she heard the sound, her hand stiffened slightly, she swallowed the soup, raised her eyes to look at Yinlan, and asked, "When did this happen?" ”

"Just now, the head of the family asked me to inform you, and if you go now, you should be able to see you for the last time." Yinlan replied.

Qingge drank a bowl of soup unhurriedly, then put the bowl on the table, held the little fox in his arms, looked at the night and the city, and said: "I'll go over, this table of dishes will be handed over to you, remember to give me nothing left." ”

Ye Chengcheng looked at the table full of delicacies, swallowed his saliva, and ate them all?

It's not like she's going to die.

In the remote courtyard of the Yejia, it was full of people at this time, and the sound of violent coughing kept coming from the room, as if the lungs were about to be coughed out.

When Qingge came, the three elders of Ye Qingtian were there, Ye Qingtian's face was heavy, Shangguan Lin and Chen Zhi were also solemn, seeing Qingge, the servants in the courtyard all saluted in unison, Qingge nodded and walked to the house.

"Grandpa, how's it going?" Qingge looked at the night blue sky.

Ye Qingtian shook his head, "A good person, suddenly became like this, Doctor Liu said, there is no technique to return to the sky, the internal organs in the body have been shattered, the tendons and veins are broken, and even the blood is black. ”

Qingge frowned, "How can this be." ”

Although Yezheng Xiong's legs were abolished by Ye Qingtian, his cultivation is good, and his body foundation is also very good, although Ye Wuxian left him to fend for himself, but he is so dignified, how can he bleed to death in seven orifices?

She absolutely didn't believe that Yezheng Xiong would commit suicide, Yezheng Xiong had pride hidden in his bones, he would rather starve to death than choose to commit suicide.

"Your second uncle is a lifetime, but the ending is miserable, go and see him." Shangguan Lin said.

In the face of death, enmity and enmity can always be written off.

Qingge pursed her lips, silently stepped forward, her mood turned heavy, she raised her hand, opened the door, the creaking sound sounded in her ears, the gap between the two doors became bigger and bigger, and there was a cold breath flowing in the room, she walked in and looked at the man lying on the rocking bed, the man's hair was half white, and his face was haggard, full of fatigue, and his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were bleeding black blood.

The black blood stained the snow-white sheets red, and he stared blankly at the ceiling, his limbs cold and stiff, as if there was a god of death, ruthlessly pulling away the anger from his body.

"You're here."

The three words, like a biting wind blowing, the man said weakly, with a lot of effort.

Qingge took a few steps forward, silent.

Ji Yue stepped on her shoulder, and looked at the dying man on the bed with cold eyes.

"Do you think that I can't even compare to half of your father's demeanor like this?"

The man spoke intermittently, and when he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and with each cough, his whole body trembled, like a stubborn fish falling into a net.

"You are you, father is father." Qingge said lightly.

"You, you really look like your father back then." Yezheng Xiong propped his hands on the bed, trying to get up, but it was extremely difficult.

Qingge hesitated for a while, but finally stepped forward and helped Yezheng Xiong to sit down.

Yezheng Xiong looked at her in surprise, for a long time, laughing, laughing and coughing, a lot of blood spit on the quilt, he leaned weakly against the bed frame, laughing at himself, "You're not afraid of me?" Don't dislike me? ”

"Why are you afraid? Why dislike? Qingge said coldly, his eyes full of alienation and indifference.

"I look like a ghost, don't I?" Ye Zhengxiong smiled bitterly, his gray face covered with blood.

When a man is about to die, his words are good.

Qingge looked at Yezheng Xiong like this, and there was no complaint in his heart, but he was also calm.

"I fought with your father for a lifetime, and I fought for a lifetime......"

Qingge didn't say a word, Yezheng Xiong hung his head, as if talking to himself, "But do you know, what your father said to me before he died was to take good care of my father, he died, and my father was left with only one son, I tried my best to kill him, he even died of flesh and blood, which made me ashamed." ”

In the night bear's words, Qingge seemed to see an unruly and uninhibited man who valued love and righteousness, this man was her father.

Alas, he died.

"I've always been proud and hateful, but I didn't expect that I was not my father's biological son, not only was I not, but I also killed his only son, he knew everything, but he lived under the same roof for decades with me, the murderer...... Ahem......"

Yezheng Xiong clutched his chest, coughing heartbreakingly, blood spurting out like water.

The man coughed halfway and drooped his head weakly, but a clean and snow-white handkerchief appeared in front of him, and he followed the handkerchief to look, and the girl next to the bed looked indifferent.

Ye Zhengxiong smiled bitterly, took the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but after a while, he coughed again, the more blood he coughed, the more he coughed, and even his nose, eyes and ears were bleeding constantly, he looked gray, skinny, like a terrible ghost who fell into the eighteenth layer of hell.

Qingge stood by the bed, the window was at his side, and the cold wind of early spring blew in, lifting up his silver-white hair.

It seems that Ye Qingtian has told Ye Zhengxiong all the secrets in the old things.

Also, if you don't talk about it now, you won't have a chance to listen to it in the future.

Her back was straight, her eyes were light, as if she were the queen of a desolate country, and everything in this world had nothing to do with her.

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