Master, you are absolutely right.

Ying Baoyue stared at the face of the young man in front of him and said in his heart, it was indeed a little bit similar.

Only a little bit.

Ji Qingyuan.

His eyes were born to resemble those of Master.

However, looking at the silhouette of the man and the other face in her memory, if it weren't for the sword wound on her shoulder, Ying Baoyue really wanted to hold her forehead.

Master's banter of the past once again surrounded her ears.

Other places...... Most......

It's like Ji Mo.

And looking at another young man who was far more handsome than Ji Mo not far away, Ying Baoyue had a lot of reason to believe that Ji Qingyuan was probably the son who was most like Ji Mo.

Ji Jiashu is not quite like his father.

It's ironic.

The son who can become his heir is not like himself, but the son who wants to be desperately ignored is the one who is most like himself.

Ying Baoyue looked at the man under the horse with a complicated expression, if it weren't for those eyes, she almost had the urge to draw her sword again.

Nearly ten years have passed, so that there is a big gap between the appearance of the man in front of her and the teenager in her memory.

Or that he has become more like Ji Mo.

The last time she saw Ji Qingyuan in her memory, she was seventeen years old, and Ji Qingyuan was eleven years old. In their previous lives, they were six years apart.

Seeing the man stiffly squinting his eyes, as if he wanted to find the only trace left from time, Ying Baoyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Qingyuan is the first old man she met in the real sense.

Oh, the one before was in the ice lake, it didn't count, it was the old god.

Teng Snake's divinity and sensitivity to her aura could make her recognize herself at the first time, but Ji Qingyuan was impossible.

Because there is a big gap between this skin and her previous life, as for the eyes that are easily exposed, when Ying Baoyue looked in the mirror by herself, she found that the eyes in her memory were also a little different from her now.

But that's not a problem with this body.

Ying Baoyue vaguely felt that her expression seemed to have changed a little before she was seventeen years old and before she died.

Of course, she didn't know what caused it.

In short, she has changed so much, and the child's memory is not very long, Ying Baoyue feels that Ji Qingyuan is unlikely to recognize her.

But at this time, looking at the young man standing stiffly in place, she was still a little surprised.

Probably not......

But before she could think about how to deal with this reunion, when she saw the girl who walked out from behind Ji Qingyuan, the next moment Chang Ying hugged the moon stiffened.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" The veiled girl shook Ji Qingyuan's shoulder, and Ji Qingyuan came back to his senses and looked at her and called, "An Ge." I'm fine. ”

Ango.

Ango.

The woman's voice sounded in Ying Baoyue's ears.

"I finally gave birth to a daughter, this time it's my name, it's Ange."

"Although I am only three years old, my eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to me."

"I'll show you when she's seven years old."

Because the children of high-level cultivators are born with a high level of spirituality, they have a kind of unstable foundation before the age of seven, and they are easy to hide, and they generally cannot leave their hometown and the magic circle set by their parents before the age of seven.

In order to ensure the safety of the two children, the great priest ordered Lin Shubai to leave them all at the Southern Chu State Teacher's Mansion, their father's side.

In her previous life, her excessively high talent seemed to have an impact on the awakening of a natural cultivator, and after an incident that happened to her in the Southern Chu State Teacher's Mansion, Ji Mo did not allow her to meet her children before the age of seven.

Ying Baoyue has been looking forward to meeting Ji Ange.

However, back then, she couldn't wait for An Ge to grow up to be seven years old.

……

……

Looking at the girl who was walking towards her sister step by step, Ji Qingyuan suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart.

It was like a dream he had last night.

He was twenty years old, and he was no longer a child, and he rarely dreamed anymore. But once Ji Qingyuan dreams, he will definitely dream about the things of his childhood.

Ji Qingyuan has been looking forward to his birthday the most since he was a child.

For as long as he could remember, Ji Qingyuan knew that his background was abnormal.

He was a child with only a father and no mother, and his father would never be like an ordinary father in the country, who reprimanded him when he was angry and carried him on his shoulders when he was happy.

His father would only stare at him with complicated eyes, as if he were looking at someone through him.

In this weird atmosphere, Ji Qingyuan grew up day by day in a closed courtyard, and after listening to people's gossip, he knew that he actually had an unusual mother who was far away in the world.

Later, his mother would occasionally come to visit him, but she was too busy to do so a few times a year, and each time she came either left in a hurry or in the quarrel between his father and his father's real wife.

In such an environment, Ji Qingyuan learned to be silent and accepting. I no longer feel lonely in the yard, and I won't be surprised.

But except for one day only.

It's his birthday.

No one in this house will take his birthday seriously, and the younger brother, who is five years younger than him, will be honored as a little birthday star, even if he can't even speak, and he will be surrounded by gifts.

Ji Qingyuan originally thought that a person like himself would not receive a birthday gift.

But since he was five years old, he would wake up on the morning of his birthday and always find something by his pillow.

Then he knew she had come.

Later, as he grew older, not only on his birthday, but whenever his younger brother was surrounded by gifts during the New Year's holidays, Ji Qingyuan was no longer envious. Because he knew that when he woke up the next morning, there would definitely be a gift for him next to his pillow.

Even the old servant who was waiting for him and the guard who blocked the courtyard outside the courtyard didn't know who put it in.

The guards reported to his father in a panic only for a moment of silence, looking at himself who was desperately protecting those things, the Southern Chu National Master spoke lightly.

"Let her be, you can't stop it."

Ji Qingyuan knew at that time that he must be a very powerful person.

Slingshot bone sword, she gave him a lot of things in the forest and made for herself, which didn't seem to be worth much, but they were all treasures of the little boys.

It is a treasure that belongs only to him.

But the only thing that made Ji Qingyuan dissatisfied was that that person always came quietly in his sleep.

He hadn't seen her once.

It wasn't until Ji Qingyuan's eighth birthday, three years after he awakened and became a cultivator, that he finally learned to control his power.

When he was able to control himself from sleeping, the little boy carefully devised a plan. Ji Qingyuan endured pretending to be asleep, and silently counted three thousand in his heart, and when the surroundings were completely dead and dark, he finally heard the sound.

To be honest, there was no sound, that person had no breath at all, even at the age of twenty, he couldn't find a flaw in retrospect, if it wasn't for the fact that he had secretly practiced controlling his breathing and heartbeat for a whole year, he might have been the first to be exposed.

He had never been so nervous, and he had never used his innate strength so thoroughly.

But in short, it was Ji Qingyuan's achievements worth showing off for a lifetime.

In the middle of the night that day, in the silent and unoccupied room, the little boy who was lying under the quilt and pretending to be asleep was quietly placing a clay puppet next to his pillow with one hand, and grabbed the hand hidden under the pillow!

The young man lying in the dark opened his eyes suddenly, and in the moonlight outside the window, Ji Qingyuan saw the girl's surprised eyes.

That day.

He caught the sister of his dreams.

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