After breaking through the innate eightfold, Qingge forgot to sleep and eat, and hid in the room day and night to cultivate and consolidate.

The little old man occasionally wanted to come to see his granddaughter, but he could only be blocked out of the door, the little old man pouted, snorted a few times, rolled his eyes, and turned around to deal with his own affairs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

An Suyou sent someone to pass the word once, it should be packed up, at most three days, and set off to Jialan, but our great talent also said that Jialan Academy is not lacking anything, and the night family has it, and Jialan Academy has it.

When Ye Qingtian heard this, he jumped like thunder, muttering that he wanted to fight to the death with An Suyou.

An Suyou: The master still wants to go to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to talk about life with Cuihuaer, I don't have time!

Evening.

Qingge sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his body was covered with a burst of white jade light, like the mist of the fairy palace, ethereal, the girl was sweating profusely, her clothes were wet with sweat, and even the white hair was wet and sticky to the white jade neck, a little coquettish, a little amorous.

She tried to dredge the twenty-fifth red vein, but this crimson vein was strong and unbreakable, like a rock, let her do her best, not moving at all, a whole day passed, although Qingge did not slacken, but also knew that this could not be dredged.

Get up, go into the backyard, and get into the bath.

Qingge was lying on the edge of the bath with his face in his hands, the delicate petals floated on the water, the heat was like mist, hazy and drunk, and the warm current flowed on itself, which was uncomfortable and refreshing; The girl tilted her head slightly, a trace of fatigue appeared on her stunning face, and her frowning eyebrows showed sorrow.

When will the little fox wake up?

Qingge shook his head, and suddenly found that this Fengyue Pavilion, this night house, and this Beiyue Kingdom seemed to have a fox with a fiery mane in every corner, showing off his might, rolling his eyes with pride and disdain, and learning to walk with a funny look......

Qingge exhaled, white smoke obsession, she squatted down, and the elixir water in the bath annihilated her sharpened chin, red lips, firm nose, bright eyes, and eyebrows......

The white hair is submerged in the elixir water, and the water surface cannot be gurgled up, only the petals float and flow, which is beautiful.

In the middle of the night, there was no movement in the elixir water, a long figure broke out of the water, the water splashed, the girl walked barefoot on the smooth and shiny crystal platform on the edge of the bath, the aura was blowing, the fire robe hanging on the gold wire and Tilian was blown from the sky, the girl's hands were open, the spacious robe was wrapped, and a rose-red belt was tied around the waist at will, the collarbone was sexy, the skin was like clotted fat, and it could be broken by blowing.

Three thousand white hairs hung down behind him, like a sudden snowfall of red plums everywhere.

Really-

She was becoming more and more like him.

"Miss." Yinlan waited in front of the hedron door outside the bath.

"Prepare the car and go to the Hou Mansion in Benhou."

In front of the door, the girl's red clothes are like fire, demonic like flowers, her eyes are bright and glassy, thousands of charms, thousands of styles, she raised her eyes to look into the night that she knows well, three thousand worlds and everything seems to be reflected in the pupils, the corners of one side of the lips are hooked, and a raging evil smile is drawn, and the demon is like this, and the blood is slaughtered.

Ben Hou -

Oh, yes.

She is the second marquis of the Beiyue Dynasty, and the only female marquis on the four-star continent.

The four corners of the carriage are inlaid with rubies, and Qingge descended the hundred-zhang stairs, walked up the carriage, and on the stairs, behind the stone lion, there was a figure walking out.

"An Guohou...... Should I call you Lord Hou now? ”

Ye Yu was dressed in a satin rouge brocade robe, she stood with the stone lion on her back, her face was so white that it was almost transparent, her eyes fell on Qingge, she hooked the corners of her lips, and smiled desolately.

"You are the fourth lady of the lineage, and I am the third, so it stands to reason that I should call you sister." The light song is full of beauty, and the eyes are full of charm, but the next moment, it is cold to the bone, killing the world!

Ye Yu was stunned, and then smiled bitterly, "Hou Ye's sister, how dare I be?" ”

"It's not a question of whether you dare or not, it's whether I'm willing to let you be."

The girl was frivolous and gorgeous, and the brilliant smile on her face actually made the dark night fade, and the blue water had no waves.

Night Feather was stunned, looking at the spring breeze in front of the carriage like a heroic girl, and after a while, Night Feather laughed and laughed madly.

It wasn't until she was tired of laughing that she helped the stone lion next to her, her face was tired, and she looked at the girl standing in front of the carriage under the stairs in a complicated way, and said: "If I die suddenly one day, you must remember, and my sister, I don't like to be lonely, you must bury my ashes in the habitat of the birds, I am afraid of smell, you must bury a few jars of peach blossom brew in my grave, I would rather be too drunk to enter the path of reincarnation, and I don't want to rot in the soil." ”

Qingge looked at Ye Yu's bloodless face, her heart seemed to twitch fiercely, and after a long time, she nodded, got down, and got into the carriage.

Night Feather stood against the stone lion, watching the carriage drift away and disappear into the boundless night.

The mansion of the Marquis of Yingwu is in a relatively remote place in the north of the city.

A hundred years ago, when the Marquis of Yingwu was still alive, the north of the city was the most prosperous area of the entire capital, and now after a hundred years of precipitation, although the Marquis of Yingwu's mansion is empty, the Hou Ye is majestic, and the villain is afraid.

Because for a hundred years, the emperor of Beiyue will let people come to clean regularly, so even after a hundred years, the Yingwu Marquis Mansion is still as clean as ever.

In front of the house.

Qingge stepped down from the carriage, raised his eyes, in the rich night, the moonlight was faint, and the plaque was as black as ink hanging on the mansion, like an ancient god to suppress evil spirits, which made people respectful.

"Miss, the granddaughter of the old slave admires Miss very much, but it's a pity that she is sick in bed, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive for long."

The coachman was an old man, with many wrinkles on his face, his right pupil cloudy, and his left eyeball all white, which looked particularly appalling on this desolate night, but when the old man spoke, he was simple and sincere, and he could also move people's hearts.

Qingge raised her eyebrows, surprised.

"When I come out, I'll go with you to see the child." Said lightly.

"Miss, great kindness, the old slave can't be repaid."

The old man wanted to kneel, but the aura in the light song dantian surged, stopping the old man's kneeling action.

"It's hard at night, old man, you go back to accompany your granddaughter first." Qingge gathered his aura and turned around and walked towards the British Hou Mansion.

"Third Miss, the British Hou admires the most flesh-and-blood people in his life, although he has killed countless people in his life, but when he died, 40,000 people in Beiyue prayed for him."

After Qingge walked into the mansion, the old man's voice sounded behind him, Qingge was stunned for a moment, and then smiled lightly, and entered the deep British Hou Mansion.

The two pitch-black gates were slammed shut, and the sound was like a thunderbolt in the night.

In the carriage, the old man sat with his legs bent, holding the reins to the horse's head, and he looked down at his wrinkled hands, his cloudy pupils glowing with a strange arc.

Old years, old frost and snow.

In a simple room, the pink girl kept coughing, blood stained her red and dry lips, the girl clutched the bed board with both hands, her pure eyes were wide, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her body spasmed, her red lips trembled slightly, and her voice was like a mosquito and a fly.

"The stars are falling, the fate is different, the reincarnation of the heavens, the phase of death, there is no escape!"

When she spoke, the girl's eyes were glowing with purple arcs, wise and calm, without half a point of youth and immaturity.

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