Ye Qinlan originally just wanted to kick the door open, and didn't plan to do anything to Yang Qingyun. Yang Qingyun suddenly opened the door, and she was at a loss.

In a panic, there was no time to retract his feet. Ye Qinlan felt at a loss, her body tilted in a panic, and she fell forward uncontrollably.

Thinking that she would hit the solid ground, Ye Qinlan was ready to close her eyes and wait for pain. Who knew that the pain was delayed, and he himself fell into a soft embrace.

This development ...... Seems worse?

Ye Qinlan's body continued to tilt, trying to get herself to the ground again.

Yang Qingyun grabbed Ye Qinlan's collar with her backhand, and quickly took half a step back before the girl could get up, looking at her with a smile.

"Sister Lan, why did you come to me early this morning? Could it be that you finally looked at me differently?"

Ye Qinlan rolled her eyes, raised her hand, and threw the herbal raw stone brought from the West Frost Forest out of the Na Stone and scattered it on the ground.

"I don't know how to refine weapons, and the spirit grass around me is enough. ”

Ye Qinlan crossed her waist, looked at Yang Qingyun indifferently awkwardly, stretched out a finger, and pointed to a puddle of things on the ground.

"You are a refiner, if you know this knowledge, I will give it to you. It also saves Yuan Ning from catching you off guard when he attacks you. ”

Yang Qingyan suddenly woke up from a big dream, and sighed happily: "It turns out that Sister Lan cares about me. ”

Ye Qinlang's eyebrows rose upside down, he waved his hand to put things away, rolled up his sleeves and turned his head to leave.

Yang Qingyun hurriedly blocked the door, smiling all over his face.

Seeing that Ye Qinlan was unhappy, Yang Qingyun took the round little stone from Ye Qinlan's hand and pinched it in the palm of his hand lovingly.

Putting away Ye Qinlan's Nashi, he took out a necklace from the wrench he was wearing, pinched it on his hand with four fingers together, and showed it to Ye Qinlan.

Ye Qinlan glanced at it, then turned her head and "snorted" from her nose.

"This kind of thing, my big brother wants as much as he wants. ”

Hearing Ye Sheng's name, Yang Qingyun couldn't help but pout, and said in his heart that this man who ganged up everywhere made treasures everywhere, causing him to lose his job.

But even if Ye Sheng and Daning's No. 1 Refiner are called brothers, what does it have to do with him?

"Sister Lan, you just look down on me when you say that. He handed over the necklace and fiddled with the crystal clear beads, "This is not an ordinary string of spirit stones, take a closer look?"

The spirit stone string is a necessary spiritual weapon for refiners.

The main function of the spirit stone string is to string a variety of spirit stones into a string, which is convenient for the spirit master to use.

Due to the different levels of refiners, the appearance of the spirit stone strings is also different.

The most inferior spirit stone string is just a collection of various colored stones, while the high-grade spirit stone string, the original spirit stone is polished and clean, and gradually forms the appearance of jewelry.

But the string of spirit stones is still composed of spirit stones, and it is always difficult to escape the special color, and it is really rare to be able to make the spirit stones like Yang Qingyun so that the light can shine from this end to that side.

What's even more valuable is that there are dense runes on these stones, some defensive and some attacking.

Each rune contains spiritual power, and even if it is an ordinary person, she can release energy comparable to that of a spirit master in an instant.

"Cast it with a peach, repay it with a plum. Sister Lan is worried about my safety, so I naturally have to take care of you, sister. Yang Qingyun confidently fiddled with his spiritual weapon and smiled proudly.

Ye Qinlan wanted to slash her hands down, but looking closely at the string of spirit stones was really eye-catching, it seemed that she had wasted a lot of hard work, and she couldn't bear to spoil this treasure.

"This string of spirit stones, it will take a long time to make, you should have started making it a long time ago, right?" she took it from Yang Qingyun's hand and stroked it carefully, "And before you met me." ”

"I was suddenly curious. Ye Qinlan looked at the rising sun through the beads, and thought in her mouth, "Which girl can make the merry fourth prince so painstaking." ”

What Yang Qingyun talks about all day long is how she attracted her and made him change from a man who reads countless women to an infatuated species.

Ye Qinlan originally scoffed at this, but after hearing too much, the roundworms in the girl's stomach also muttered.

What this guy said can't be true, right?

Now looking at this almost peerless jewelry, Ye Qinlan's heart somehow grew a trace of sourness.

Resisting the urge to smash the jewelry on the ground, she returned the string of spirit stones to Yang Qingyun.

The playboy's remarks are really deceitful. How could the flowers that bloomed on the other side of the Yellow Spring match his nonsense lies?

"I don't want anything for other women. ”

Yang Qingyan was stunned for a moment, her hand trembled slightly, and she didn't pick it up.

"I didn't have time to deliver it. ”

Ye Qinlan raised her eyebrows, not understanding why Yang Qingyun said this.

"What you want to give to other women, I don't want either. ”

Yang Qingyun looked up at Ye Qinlan, the look in her eyes Ye Qinlan couldn't understand it, she only felt inexplicably sad.

She didn't understand why Yang Qingyun showed such an expression, every time this usually unruly person became like this, she would be inexplicably flustered.

Yang Qingyun slowly stretched out his hand to hook the necklace in Ye Qinlan's hand.

"I want it. Ye Qinlan stretched out her hand and knocked Yang Qingyun's hand down, holding the necklace in her arms like a cat protecting food, "But you have to promise me one condition." ”

"Oh?" was the amorous voice again, but Ye Qinlan didn't know the person behind the voice at all, "What does Sister Lan want to know?"

The fourth prince, Yang Qingyun, is the first merry son in the capital and the first heartless prince.

"Who were you going to give it to?"

He was naughty when he was young, and he often ran away, and the virtuous concubine was gentle and virtuous, and she couldn't bear him.

At the age of fifteen, Concubine Xian went home to save her relatives, and the ship was in distress on the way, and the whole team was destroyed, but the prince seemed to have forgotten his mother, and still spent all his time drinking and drinking, and once became the object of abuse in the capital.

In the next five years, without the control of Concubine Xian, Yang Qingyan was even more lawless, determined to taste the taste of a girl in the capital, and never tired of it.

"The person who was supposed to send it. Yang Qingyun's voice was full of laziness and casualness, "It's Concubine Xian." ”

At the age of five, he suffered his first assassination, and Concubine Xian protected him.

At the age of ten, he worshipped under the alchemist and was determined to make a spiritual weapon for his mother, so that she could have no scruples.

At the age of fifteen, my mother went. In the vast sea, it turned into a dry bone.

Yang Qingyun didn't know if it was an accident or an assassination, he only knew that in this world, there was no one to protect him anymore.

If you want to survive in this cannibalistic capital, it's not bad to be a stupid and stupid madman.

How beautiful is that necklace? With a fair and slender neck, it is even more radiant.

Good accessories with beauties are a match made in heaven.

Ye Qinlan frowned, carefully put away the necklace, rubbed it in her hand for a while, and hung it on her neck seriously.

It's really beautiful...... Yang Qingyun stretched her eyebrows, and the image of the girl in front of her coincided with the person in her memory.

The schedule of the West Frost Forest ended, and the Mochin Temple resumed its daily routine.

After disposing of the spirit stone spirit grass obtained from the West Frost Forest, Ye Qinzhu refocused his attention on his weapon.

Although the flute is powerful as a short stick, it is really not exhaustive.

The flute should have the appearance of a flute, such as playing a song to move the capital.

Poor Ye Qinzhu only likes to travel around the north and south of the river on weekdays, and is unwilling to cultivate his sentiments quietly, so he is really at a loss at this time.

No matter what, she can't go all the way to the dark and completely take the flute to the crooked road of a stick, right?