Letter from the Imperial Capital?

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Qingge smiled, took the envelope and opened it.

However, the further back she looked, the more ugly her face became.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Lin Chong looked at Qingge puzzled.

Receiving a letter from the Imperial Capital Ye family, the boss shouldn't have such an expression.

Qingge's face was gloomy, she clenched the letter tightly, crumpled the fragile letter paper, and her eyes climbed up the blood mist, violent and gloomy.

Terrible look.

"Boss." Lin Chong shouted worriedly.

Qingge lowered her eyelids.

Ye Wuxian said in the letter that Ye Qingtian was missing.

Qingge raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows hard, and between his eyebrows, a crimson mark appeared.

"Go, inform the Aquila Pavilion and search for the night sky." Said lightly.

"Elder Night is missing again?" Lin Chong was stunned.

Qingge nodded helplessly, she was most afraid of this situation, and so did the night without a trace, so she kept watch the night sky all the time.

Ye Qingtian's illness is sometimes good and sometimes bad, no matter what, Ye Qingtian is a second sword spirit master, and it is very difficult to stop him.

However, in the past, when Ye Qingtian disappeared, it was when he became ill.

Ye Wuxian said that Ye Qingtian disappeared seven days ago, but he only found out three days ago, and immediately wrote a letter and sent it to Xuanyue Pass quickly, and at the same time increased his efforts and used the power of several great families to search.

In other words, Ye Qingtian ran away from home this time in a sober state.

Before leaving, he also teased the night without a trace.

Qingge was worried that Ye Qingtian would get sick halfway through and poison people.

Lin Chong immediately walked out and rushed to the Sky Eagle Pavilion.

Qingge was lying on the beauty couch with a splitting headache.

The antidote to the silver frost water, she just wiped it a few times, but there was not enough amount, plus she already had headaches, and the attacks became more and more frequent.

Outside, a gust of wind blew.

Then I saw a pair of old hands, opening the wooden door.

Qingge was on guard, looked out, and when he saw the comer, he was shocked, and his eyes were crimson and moist.

The old man was dressed in a gray robe, much older, his face was full of traces left by the years, deep wrinkles, frosty eyebrows and snow hair, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a white beard.

He came all the way, and when he saw Qingge, the old man was overjoyed, crossed the threshold, walked in, and said, "Little Ge'er, grandpa wants to kill you." ”

"Get out." Qingge said coldly.

Ye Qingtian was stunned.

Qingge closed his eyes and ignored him.

Ye Qingtian's face showed a look of grievance, "Little Ge'er, grandpa has learned a new dish and wants to make it for you." ”

Hearing Ye Qingtian's voice, Qingge's throat ached slightly, she choked with pain, couldn't speak, and her nose was still a little sore.

Qingge opened his eyes, sat up, and strained his face, "Grandpa, don't let us worry anymore, if you want to come to Xuanyue Pass, you can tell your brother and let him come with you." ”

"Okay, okay."

The night blue sky chick pecked rice, nodding like pounding garlic, and the promise was very refreshing, but it is unknown whether it will do this.

Qingge sighed, his mind was melancholy, and he had mixed tastes.

Ye Qingtian is old and can't toss anymore.

Fortunately, this time Ye Qingtian did not get sick.

Ye Qingtian sat beside Qingge and looked at her distressedly, "Grandpa has heard about the ten attacks, Qingge, grandpa is proud of you." ”

He reached out and rubbed Qingge's head.

His granddaughter, so weak, so small, ten attacks from the Five Sword Spirit Master, God knows how she resisted.

When he sat in the restaurant and heard about the ten attacks of the eternal night, his heart rose to his throat.

Feeling the tolerance and warmth of the night blue sky, the tiredness in Qingge's heart seemed to have dissipated, and she felt like she wanted to cry at this moment.

Strong people, as often as they do.

Walking through the ice blades and snow swords, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of pain, not shouting tired, holding faith, rain or shine, however, once you touch the warmth, all the suppressed feelings will be released like a volcano.

Qingge sniffed.

"Do you want to eat grandpa's food, grandpa will cook it for you." Ye Qingtian got up and walked out.

The people of the Slaughter Army and the Xingtian Clan all know Ye Qingtian.

Not long after, the news that the grandfather of the four kings had come to Xuanyue Pass spread.

At this moment, Xuanyue Pass is as cold as winter, and one by one, they are all wearing thick clothes to keep out the cold.

In the afternoon, the aventurine whing wakes up.

Qingge put down the book, looked at the aventurine cod, and smiled slightly.

Now, she can only recuperate on the couch, and cannot get out of bed and walk around.

Aventurine looked at her with a smile.

"Grandpa is here." Qingge said.

"Grandpa Night is here?" Tanglin Cod was surprised, "It seems that Grandpa Ye still feels sorry for you." ”

"The war in Shikoku has been settled, what are your plans next?" Aventurine asked.

"The Refining Guild, the Alchemy Mansion, the Taming Beast Island, and the Falling Flower City, there are four choices." Qingge said: "I don't have any talent in alchemy, although the refining weapon can break through, but I hope to try alchemy, it is unlikely that I will go to the Beast Taming Island, if I don't go to the Alchemy Mansion, I may go to Luohua City, Dongling, what about you." ”

"Where you go, I will go." A slight smile tugged at the corner of the aventurine cod's mouth.

Hearing the sound, Qingge's heart throbbed.

Why bother?

Qingge lowered her eyes and lost her look.

"Light song." The aventurine cod made a sound.

"Huh?"

"Do you believe in three lives and three lives?" Aventurine asked, his voice soft.

Qingge looked up in surprise and looked at the aventurine cod, whose face was pale, his eyes were melancholy, and there was a little tear mole under his eyelids.

Qingge didn't speak, and Donglin Cod said again: "It is said that everyone has a reincarnation, three lives and three lives, can you, leave the next life to me?" ”

In the next life, meet early, know each other, and love each other.

Even if it's just an ethereal myth, as long as Qingge is willing to nod, he will not marry in this life, just wait for the next life.

Qingge finally understood Donglin's words and saw his paranoia.

The horror of paranoia made her feel distressed.

She remembered that in the Beiyue Dynasty, in the imperial capital, why did he insist on eating pear blossom crisp, it turned out that he had already begun to book her next life, which was sad and lamentable.

"Tanglin, people have to live in the present."

Qingge said that every time he said a word, his throat seemed to hurt.

"Live in the moment." The aventurine cod repeated the words of the light song and muttered to himself.

Will he still be able to live in the moment?

How is he going to live in the moment?

"Qingge, if there is an afterlife, we will meet early in the next life, and see if you will like me, how about it?" At the very least, give him a chance.

Aventurine cod has always been obsessed with the afterlife.

Qingge was silent for a long time, and she smiled like a flower, "Okay." [ban^fusheng].starter

"It's a deal." Aventurine cod stretched out its hand.

Qingge high-fived him, "A word is a certainty." ”

Aventurine cod is like a child, smiling and laughing, but even so, he still gives people the illusion of melancholy, like an angel with folded wings, drowning in a river of sadness.

The light song is speechless.

A blank check can make him so happy?

How can she sing lightly at night, and how fortunate she is to have an aventurine cod by her side?

She is the catastrophe of the aventurine cod, even if the catastrophe is not recovered, he is willing to eat.