(Thank you for your pink tickets, tips, and evaluation votes~!) There are too many accumulations, uh, it's not easy to sort out, so I won't list them one by one~! The tubes are seated by themselves, hehe~! About classmate Qin, judging from her vision, it is actually another story, and the same is true of Nangong scum, in their eyes, the dyed girl paper may be a vicious female partner, Gaga~)

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The first time the ink-dyed clothes rushed into the sword array, they were attacked and killed.

The Snow Spirit Ice Demon dodged and rushed to the front, and the delicate ice through jade hand like a work of art stroked the opponent's wrist lightly and lightly, twisting lightly.

"Click" the bones shattered and turned around.

The flying sword that attacked violently pierced through its master's body in the next moment, and its abdomen was violently stirred.

This qiē only happens in an instant, but it is just a face-to-face effort.

The initiator crossed over, and the bright red with a little bit of heat didn't have time to dye it in the slightest, and the icy cold air solidified the green flames in the sword array, and froze out of a way.

It was precisely because of the actions of the Snow Spirit Ice Demon that the sword formation on the side of the Sword Alliance was so light that it was broken by the side of the Ten Thousand Immortals Palace.

On the side of the Sword Alliance, he felt an unstoppable force rushing towards him, and the sword array was instantly disintegrated, and the monks who formed the sword array flew away, and were ruthlessly strangled by the monks of the Ten Thousand Immortal Palace.

As soon as the sword array was destroyed, a wave of green flames rushed into the sky, and the sound of angry birdsong came from afar.

Without the obstruction of the Qingyan rainbow sword array, the road up the mountain is in front of you.

The wind was messy, and it was not as messy as the place, six of the seven sword cultivators in the formation were killed and one was seriously injured, but six of the seven people in the formation died in an unknown way.

The one who was panting for breath was the one who was the leader with extremely arrogant words, who was already dying at this time, and the flying sword pierced through the dantian was the flying sword he was holding before.

The flying sword is still shining. The hand holding the sword bent at a strange angle, glowing with a pale color, and a faint cold smoke rose faintly from the hilt of the sword, which was fleeting, and the hot blood took over the area controlled by the ice, flowing freely......

The dantian was destroyed, even if he barely left his life, he was a wasted person.

Before the seriously injured man could recover his breath, his heart was cold, and a sharp pain struck.

Even the last remaining survivor completely lost his breath, and the dead fish stood on the ground.

"Mend the sword" from behind. It is a Jindan period monk of a certain sect in the affiliated sect of the Ten Thousand Immortal Palace, such as him, among this group of experienced cultivators, he is just the bottom of the goods, the reason why he came. Most of them have a sincere attitude of "learning" and conscientiously do their own work of "making soy sauce".

When they shouldn't be. It will definitely not appear. When it should appear, it should appear appropriately.

Like what...... Right now.

This kind of thing of rushing to kill everything, people who hold their own identity, such as the Ten Thousand Immortal Palace, can only think about it in their hearts, and go around in their minds, however. They don't even need a vague look, and the soy sauce party will turn what they think into action.

The monk who "mended the sword" pulled out the flying sword, which was clean and neat as never before, and did not drag mud and water. Raise your face, smile brightly and angry with the sun.

I'm afraid that this sword cultivator of the Sword Alliance would never have imagined that his life would be in the hands of a Jindan stage monk like this.

The dignified sword cultivator in his infancy is just a disgusting corpse after death, except for those things outside the body, the flying sword and the sword box and the like, people's desire to take a second look is not enough......

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The Ten Thousand Immortals Palace was not happy for too long, and the skyrocketing blue flames when the sword array was defeated attracted a large number of spirit birds, and the smell of blood deepened their ferocity, one by one like moths to a fire, frantically attacking the monks below.

Dense black dots fell from the top of the head, as if there was no end, and a great war was inevitable.

Unlike these monks who hurriedly responded to the attack of the spirit birds that covered the sky and the sun, the students in ink dyed clothes were walking in the winding and rugged mountainside, and the more they walked forward, the faint whistling sound outside faded, and only the calm air flow passed from the corridor in the mountain from time to time, like a flying monster, roaring away.

This is the nest of some kind of spirit bird, and the precise word is - a bird's nest!

The first time he noticed the restlessness of the spirit birds above, the ink dyed clothes ordered the troll titan to dig a hole, originally intended to be used as a hideout, to avoid the feathers outside, but he didn't want to stumble into it, so he ran to the bird's nest.

The road extends in all directions, even if it is drilled into the cave, the birds still can't change the habit of making a nest, a circle of fish bones and weeds in the middle of the stones, lying quietly round eggs, pieces of red spots like birthmarks printed on the eggshell, dense and loose are different, the red spots seem to have life as if they are wriggling, trying to connect together.

In order to see the appearance of the egg, the ink dyed clothes took a few steps closer, but the bird egg lying in the nest suddenly shook for no reason, and the crisp sound of the eggshell hitting sounded, causing a sound of rope from far and near.

She hurriedly stepped back, gathered her breath, and sent back to the magic tower with the Troll Titan and the Snow Ice Demon.

The big bird that swayed and "walked" was unusually wonderful, with a pair of sharp eyes overflowing, and a vertical row of sword feathers on the top of the head was slightly bent, like a scythe that had been retracted, and the body was covered with fiery red feathers, and only the edge of the abdomen, neck and wings was embedded with a circle of velvet white, which was very beautiful.

Probably not accustomed to walking, the big bird more than two meters tall looked very impatient, the breath of the spurt was bubbling with turbid firelight, the huge wings flapped from time to time, rippling waves of red halo, drunk as if drunk, stumbling and running in the direction of the egg.

Determined which of the restless eggs were, the big bird opened its mouth and spewed out a flame, the wings vibrated skillfully, attracting a gust of wind to hold up the egg slightly, a few eggs rolled happily in the flames, up and down, until the eggshell was evenly dyed with a faint red, the big bird then stopped, gently put it down, still uneasy to turn around a few times next to it, before leaving, before leaving, the pair of sword-like eyes, as if to penetrate the mountain rocks, vigilantly patrolled a circle.

Ink-dyed clothes are hot in their hearts!

There is no need to look closely at the egg. She was already sure that she had stumbled into a treasure trove, and the eggs in front of her seemed to be beckoning to her with countless points......

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"Dad, I don't regret wanting wings...... Wing...... Wings ...... "little man, struggling to shake the man's arm."

"Ahem......" The man coughed before he could say anything, hurriedly turned his back, turned around steadily, looked at Xiao'er with a doting face, and said softly: "Okay, I don't regret that I want to get you any daddy." ”

"I want the prettiest yo!" The child's eyes sparkled brightly. Weiyang's face was full of anticipation.

"Of course!" The man's voice was as soft as the wind, as if it was about to be cut off at any moment, but his tone was unusually sure, and the words fell like a stagnant, and there was no turning around.

"Daddy is the best. I don't regret that I like Daddy the most! Qin Buregret took the initiative to put his little face on his father's thin and pale palm, showing his admiration.

The man smiled. The eyebrows and eyes softened. Strongly propped himself up, and gently wrapped the child's head with pigtails into his arms, for fear that his skinny body would hit this immature villain, but he felt that at this moment, his heart was full.

Qin Zhiqing galloped all the way from the Danfang and walked to the front of the door. Seeing the warm and sad picture of the father and son, for a while, the joy and sorrow were inexplicable, and the footsteps paused. Immediately walked again, the corners of his lips curled, and his smile was charming and bright, "Don't be tired of your father." ”

Stretched out his hand and touched the child's face, his hand was tender and soft, gently picked up the child, put it on the couch, let it snuggle up to his father's waist, turned out a jade bottle, tilted down the bottle, and skillfully poured out three pills.

The palm of the hand is hot, turning the pill into liquid, and quickly took out a small wooden furnace, delicate and small, like a miniature version of the alchemy furnace, the Dan liquid flowed into the wooden furnace, spewing out a burst of green smoke, the simple and unpretentious wooden stove immediately became a little vivid, the lines on the wooden stove loomed, Bisi hurriedly walked, a round turquoise bead flew out of the mouth of the wooden furnace, and fell lightly into the man's mouth.

The man's pale face slowly improved, slightly flushed, his eyes were as bright as snow, and he looked at the woman in front of him gently, without hiding the affection in his heart.

"Thank you for your hard work...... with a hint of vague apology in her shallow tenderness.

Qin Zhiqing lowered her eyelids, smiled shallowly and gently, and spoke in a soft tone, telling what she had encountered today, "...... might as well meet her, always know each other, and tell her the tricks of going out...... I haven't seen her for many years, but she has made great progress in cultivation, and she has already achieved success...... If you don't regret seeing the freshness of her black jade ghost sword butterfly, you will never forget it...... I have warned her not to mention me again, and that she will pretend not to ......know anything if she meets her face to face."

The man listened quietly, seemingly attentive and seemingly unintentional.

After she finished speaking, she sighed softly, "Why do you have to be so careful......"

"Zhiqing, you can leave at any time, I won't force you to stay."

"Are you going to chase me again?"

Qin Zhiqing naturally stuffed her hands into the man's wide and thin palms, and was immediately tightly clamped by the force, and couldn't help but feel a slight chill in her heart, and kept saying that she was free to come and go, but in fact, she couldn't wait to hold her firmly in the palm of her hand, and when she looked up, the man's eyes were full of drowning tenderness and sweetness, and her heart was in a trance, she couldn't tell whether this person's words were true or false, or ...... I don't want to distinguish it, and I want to indulge in this intoxicating tenderness.

"How could Ben Jun be willing to drive you ......" The man will take her along with Xiao'er, and surprisingly, the originally thin arm has plumped up at some point.

The mother and son seemed to have long been accustomed to such changes, and Qin Buregret's actions gradually increased, and he was less cautious before.

After a while, the man was able to sit up, and with a smile on his face, the child's giggling laughter was filled with innocent joy.

Qin Zhiqing looked at the interaction between the father and son, smiling and graceful, gentle and bright.

The picture of this moment is very warm and joyful.

Only her heart aches, and she still has to laugh at herself.

The child's name is no regrets, and she still has a big son, named Regrets!

Qin has remorse......

At this moment, the eldest child doesn't know where he is, how many hardships he has suffered, but he can be warm, he can be fed, he can be healthy, but he still remembers the appearance of her mother! (To be continued.) )