In the past few months, Qing Miao has sunset every day, sunrise and sleep, day and night, so that Ning Ying has basically not talked to him, the little father-in-law.

The villain was a little angry, so he walked to the bedside, sat at the head of the bed, and stared angrily at Qing Xuan, who was quietly "mortuary" with his eyes closed.

Stretched out his chubby hand and rubbed Qing Xuan's handsome face as a face, and said in a milky voice: "Father-in-law, don't sleep, get up and accompany me, okay?"

Qing Miao took away the restless little hands, and said tiredly: "Don't make trouble, let the father-in-law sleep, the father-in-law is so tired."

"My father-in-law said that he would accompany me during the day, but my father-in-law was just sleeping during the day, and he didn't accompany me at all, my father-in-law, a big liar" Ning Ying broke free from his shackles and stretched out his hand again to ravage Qingyao's face.

Qing Miao really couldn't resist him, and sat up reluctantly, and the slit that opened his eyes was not as big as the eye of a needle.

"Father-in-law teaches you boxing" Qing Xuan had not fully woken up, and there was a thick nasal voice in his voice.

Ning Ying's eyes lit up instantly, like a pool of lake water illuminated by the sun, shining and sparkling.

Qing Xuan got up and staggered to the corner and took a soft blanket and spread it on the ground, let Xiao Ningying take off her shoes and stand on it, while she squatted aside.

Stretching out one of his hands, only to the place where Xiao Ningying's waist was. Say to him: "Lift your left leg, straighten your calf, and kick it from the side to the upper left, which is where I stretched out my hand, see if you can kick it"

Xiao Ningying nodded confidently.

According to Qing Xuan's words, the villain softly kicked out his calf upward, and before the leg reached the position of Qing Xuan's hand, the person fell down because of the unstable center of gravity.

"Hahahaha" Zhou Gong, who was young, laughed so much that he fell to the ground in an instant, sat on the ground with his old waist in his arms, and did not forget to pick up the person who was rolling on the ground.

Ning Ying stood up and said a little unhappily, "Do it again." ”

Qing Miao tried her best to hold back her laughter, tried to make a loving fatherly appearance, and stretched out her slender palm again, still in the same position just now, "Well, keep kicking"

Ning Ying took a deep breath, as if cheering herself up, lifted a calf, and looked imperative.

"Bang. ”

Ning Ying repeated the original action exactly and fell on the soft blanket again, but this time he didn't get up immediately, but buried his face in the soft blanket and lay there in silence.

Qing Miao first laughed to death before she came over and patted Xiao Ningying's buttocks, "Get up, you are so small, it's normal to have no leg strength, I'm just idle and bored to tease you."

Ning Ying freed up half of her face buried in the soft blanket, and she was helpless to glance at him, the little father-in-law. Qing Xuan completely ignored his son's resentful eyes, stood up, fished him out of the soft blanket, hugged him in his arms, and walked to the bedside.

put Xiao Ningying gently on the bed, and lay down with him, the quilt was not covered, and he fell asleep directly, and said in a low voice, "You have two choices now, one is to stay by my side obediently and don't speak." The second is to go out and play by yourself, but don't go far"

Ning Ying thought for a while, then moved into Qing Xuan's arm and whispered, "I accompany my father-in-law." ”

Fortunately, it's a child, and he always sleeps a lot, even if he has slept all night, he squints and falls asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, but my long, gently curled eyelashes moved, and it took a while for me to open my eyes with difficulty.

Xiao Ningying subconsciously looked at herself, empty, nothing, and a little lonely in her heart.

I pushed open the window next to the bed, and it was the same color as the one in the room, black. However, the darkness outside is fortunate to have the stars in the sky and the moon as companions, and it does not look too monotonous.

Qing Xuan folded her hands on the thin windowsill, pressed her small chin on it, and stared up at the lonely moon, the loneliness in her eyes became more obvious.

What Qing Miao does every night is to hunt other ghosts and monsters to improve his cultivation. Fighting all night always covered in blood, and it is always impossible to tell whether the blood is hiss or someone else's. For the cultivation that he hunted, he also had to give some to Ning Ying.

Ning Ying's ghost age is actually much older than him, and being his stepfather actually takes advantage of him, but he has always maintained the appearance of a child because his cultivation has not kept up.

In Qingqiu's continuous daily cultivation and replenishment, Xiao Ningying can be described as "growing gratifying", and after only about five or six years, he has grown from a five- or six-year-old child to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

Qing Miao was about to leave tonight, Ning Ying hurriedly caught up with his stepfather, and grabbed his clothes, "Father-in-law, take me with you tonight." ”

Qing Xuan stopped, tilted his head and thought about it, and said in his heart: It is indeed time to take this child out to practice his hands, he is not going to raise vase waste, if this child wants to leave him to live his own life in the future, he will not be able to stop him, and besides, he should teach Ning Ying swordsmanship and martial arts, and he really has to go through some actual combat to help the subsequent improvement.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you tomorrow. Pushed away Ning Ying and took his hand, and walked down the mountain without looking back. After walking a few steps, he turned back as if he was not at ease, and advised, "Don't go secretly, I'll take you there tomorrow, remember?"

Ning Ying stood in place and nodded with a smile.

Qing Miao is a little bored walking on the road, and there should be no powerful characters at this point in time.

He folded an unknown green leaf on the side of the road, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and thought to himself: There are only five years left before the opening of the Burning Mountain, and he has to hurry up.

The Evil Mountain is opened once every 20 years, and thousands of ghosts come from all directions to gather, fight and fight, and can fight until the last moment and can withstand the melting of the Evil Mountain, and a new ghost king is born.

Although it is a fierce mountain, there is not only one mountain, but it is surrounded by three threes, and there is a gathering point in the middle, but all the ghosts who can go through layers of fighting to reach that gathering point are basically at the level of fierceness, and the cultivation is comparable, and what can be compared is to see who has excellent magic weapons and hand-to-hand combat.

While thinking about it, I suddenly smelled the smell of meat.

Qing Xuan looked around and found that the fog around him was thick, and he could only see the territory in front of him.

frowned slightly, there were no people in this barren mountain and wilderness, how could the smell of meat come from for no reason? Apart from those evil spirits, I really can't think of anything else.

Standing in place and waiting for a while, there was a faint sound of the joy of marriage and the joy of the dead. Red and white images slowly emerged from the thick white mist.

On the left came the funeral procession, with triangular white hats, bird shoes worn by dead men on their feet, their hands intertwined and inserted together, their faces were white and terrifying, and their lips were as red as if they had just drunk blood. The head of the ghost is holding a basket of white cloth in his hand, which is full of paper money, and he is jumping up and grabbing a handful of paper money, smiling and scattering the white paper money all over the sky, and dozens of ghosts behind him are holding wreaths in their hands, holding a fake puppet, without a smile, very weird. On the coffin carried sat a ghost in a linen suit, with an expressionless face and a cold face.

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