At the gate of Ye's house, Ye Qingtian and Ye Wuxian and others have been waiting for a long time, and when they saw the light song, Ye Qingtian sighed, and only felt that this child was becoming more and more similar to her parents. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Just do your best, grandpa doesn't need you to honor your ancestors, it's enough to be well fed and clothed." Ye Qingtian rubbed Qingge's head, and his cloudy eyes were full of pampering.

"I will."

Qingge replied, the moment she lowered her eyebrows, the light and fire jade in her pupils were mottled, and the bloodthirsty killing intent spread wildly around in the stormy night, she just wanted to do her best, I was afraid that some people didn't want her to live, so why should she be soft-hearted.

Reckless and desolate, the martial arts ring is like an ancient boulder standing on this wasteland, on the dark red stone platform, the four directions burned its blazing pillars of fire, under the ring, countless gilt chairs.

At this time, this world is already full of people.

These days of fighting, the night family only has Ye Qingtian and Ye Wuxian coming, Qingge has been studying the beast taming book left by Beiyue Taizu at home, and then there is a matter of Yezheng Bear, basically not much.

When Qingge arrived, he saw the chariot coming from the palace, the Beiyue Emperor and Empress Yu sat on the chariot, followed by the mighty reliance, the bright yellow dragon robe set off the man's kingly spirit, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the light song, the light song was particularly agile to the murderous aura, only for a moment, he noticed the surging murderous intent in the heart of the Beiyue Emperor.

It was obviously a sunny day, and there was obviously a thousand feet of green sun, but Qingge felt that dark clouds and lightning had risen above the sky, and the atmosphere was solidified, as if walking in the sea of swords and fire, and he would be buried at any time, and his bones would be cold.

"Ye Qingtian, I look forward to this time tomorrow, your granddaughter is still alive."

A mocking laugh came, and the burly King of the Northern Tomb stepped down from the carriage, his eyes falling on Qingge in a gloomy light.

Ye Qingtian's eyes lit up with a touch of anger, "King of the Northern Tomb, the old man also wishes you to live until next year." ”

Everyone held back their laughter, these words, the counterattack was good, it was simply impeccable!

The King of the Northern Tomb snorted coldly, glanced at Zhan Qiu, who was sitting in the back row, lifted his sleeves, and sat down on the gilded chair.

Zhan Qiu's eyebrows and eyes are feminine and demonic, his appearance is worse than that of a woman, his facial features are exquisite, his skin can be broken by blowing, he is wearing a purple robe, and his back is sunk into a gilded chair.

Qingge lowered her eyes, and Zhan Qiu sat behind her.

Zhan Qiu looked at Qingge, the corners of his mouth outlined a feminine smile, he stretched out his hand, his slender fingers hooked a strand of white hair, held it on the tip of his nose, sniffed it carefully, closed his eyes and enjoyed it very much, "It smells so good." ”

Qingge's face was like frost, and a wine gourd fell from the sky and smashed towards Zhan Qiu's head, Zhan Qiu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the wine gourd in his hand, and looked at the person with a smile, "Everyone in the world knows that the wine made by Mo Evil Mo Gongzi is the most mellow, thank you." ”

Mo Xie stood against a chair, clasped his hands on his chest, and looked at Zhan Qiu for a long time, "Everyone in the world also knows that Prince Zhan of Nanyi looks like a woman, I look like a woman at first glance, if I look closely, it is better to look at it at first glance, this is simply whether a woman is good or not, Prince Zhan is really a good skill, such a man who is not a woman, not a woman and is not a yin or a yang, but also a prince?" I think it's normal to be called a eunuch. ”

Zhan Qiu's face gradually sank, "Young Master Mo is trying to stir up trouble?" ”

"Stir up trouble?"

Mo Xie gradually put away the smile on his face, walked up to Zhan Qiu, looked down at him condescendingly, and said, "You want me to stir up trouble?" Is a prince of Nanyi qualified enough? I just want to remind you to be aware of who you are and not to move anyone. ”

"It's just a broken shoe that has been abandoned, why should Mo Gongzi carry a broken flower and a willow as a treasure." Zhan Qiu's feminine face bloomed with a rich smile, like a hundred flowers blooming in early spring.

Thunder appeared, cold light flashed, like a sudden rain and rain, Mo Xie squinted his eyes, the flames in his eyes burned, hunting sounded, he suddenly stretched out his hand, a dark red innocent knife suddenly appeared in Mo Xie's hand, the sharp blade against Zhan Qiu's neck, Mo Xie stepped forward, the evil qi spread, his voice was lowered, and he roared like electricity, "Can you say another word?" ”

Zhan Qiu's face changed suddenly, the cold touch made his body tremble slightly, and the lightning flowing in his body was about to move, for a long time, Zhan Qiu raised his face and said with a smile: "Young Master Mo, it's just a joke, don't be angry." ”

"Jokes?"

The ink evil expression was solemn, and all the aura was instilled on the innocent sword.

The people around looked this way, Mo Xie's tone was extremely serious, there was no joke, and the faint killing machine flowed in the air, making people depressed and dull.

"Do you know that a joke of yours can trap the whole of Nanyi in the land of death." Mo Xie grimaced and said in a low voice.

"Mo Gongzi said that this would be too arrogant? Could it be that your ink evil can cover the sky with one hand in the four stars? Zhan Qiu clasped his hands tightly and said.

"You can't cover the sky, it's still okay to cover you with a Zhan Qiu."

Mo Xie said: "My Mo family and the Ye and Xiao families advance and retreat together in life and death, and the three major families of Beiyue can't destroy you and Nanyi?" Joke! ”

Mo Yuntian and Su Ya stood aside, looking at their son and shaking their heads helplessly.

It is said that Mo Xie is only drunk with wind and snow, and he never cares about cultivation, but once he is angry, he kills people and slaughters the country, and he is drunk and lies in the world......

Seeing Zhan Qiu and Mo Xie facing each other, the King of the Northern Tomb frowned, and his voice was like a bell, "Although Nanyi is a small country, it is a vassal state of my Southern Emperor, Mo Xie, you must not be too arrogant, or do you Beiyue feel that you are the only one in the four-star continent now?" ”

"King of the North Tomb, you are not too young, why should you get involved in the affairs of young people?" Mo Yuntian smiled: "The Beiyue family is dominant? The prince can eat indiscriminately, but he can't put farts indiscriminately, ah, no, he can't talk nonsense, the prince, it's really rude, as soon as you see it, you can't help but say this fart word, rudeness, it's really rude. ”

Everyone: "......"

is worthy of the ink evil and his old man, and the two of them are exactly the same.

The Northern Tomb King's entire face was hideous with rage, and the anger in his eyes was like the hot magma under the crater.

"Brother Mo is right."

Xiao Cang and Xiao Rufeng came together, Xun Xun was elegant, gentle and kind, and glanced at the King of the North Tomb lightly, Xiao Cang said: "The prince is a person who has fought on the battlefield, why is he always arrogant?" Who doesn't have a young age, young people, must be young and vigorous, it's all a joke. ”

Are you kidding?

The King of the North Tomb was almost about to be enthroned by the angry one Buddha out of the body and the two Buddhas, where does the ink evil seem to be joking?

Is there anyone who is joking around your neck with a knife holder?

It's just that the short-term protection is so open-minded, and it's justifiable!

"Ink Evil, that's enough."

Emperor Beiyue finally spoke up, "Prince Nanyi is also a distinguished guest no matter what, and you can't joke too much." ”

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