Since then, there have been several major changes in Emperor Tiancheng, involving many people, but neither the Qing family nor the Sheng family have been involved.

A long time has passed, and Qinghui and Sheng Moyuan still seem to have changed nothing, so that the woman who originally thought that she was thin, and in the end, even if it was hindered by the ancestral training, her life would not be happy and smooth.

It's just that the reality still slapped them in the face, and although the two of them are occasionally awkward, they still behave in an intimate and natural manner.

And because of Qinghui's identity, he occasionally travels from all over the world, while Sheng Moyuan will use his own pen and ink to record the customs and scenes of various places.

This kind of book has been copied and circulated in the market, and the relaxed and natural pen and ink let people know that the person who wrote the book definitely did not write it in an unhappy environment.

These books have also set off a wave.

Qinghui is not known to ordinary people because of his identity as a warlock, so for the two of them to play all over the world, many people tend to Qinghui to spoil Sheng Moyuan, because Sheng Moyuan wants to write these things, so he has been with him.

Obviously, no one is in Emperor Heaven City, but they just stuffed a wave of dog food for everyone.

This kind of getting along and such feelings make countless people envious.

When the information about the completion of the mission was released, Qinghui left this plane.

His hands were grabbed, and his waist was held tightly.

The man's voice was cold, and there seemed to be a little dissatisfaction, "Why is this character?" ”

Qinghui blinked his eyes and threw himself forward, 'vicious' trying to knock people down.

But when someone picked him up, the man just took two steps back slightly to stabilize Qinghui, and then Qinghui only felt a cold low laugh coming from above his head, a low, somewhat sultry voice.

Qinghui was held in his arms, and he couldn't see the person's face, but he always laughed a little mockingly when he heard this familiar coldness.

Qinghui tried hard to look up.

"Mingyue?"

I only heard Mingyue respond in a low voice, and the next moment there was a flower in front of me.

Qinghui felt that his spirit had been pulled to the next place, but he still dragged his clothes unwillingly.

"You weak chicken!"

If you practice, you can make yourself look like this ghost!

You'll have to come and save you in person.

Litter!

Regarding Qinghui's accusations and fragrant mouth, Mingyue seemed to be very accustomed to pressing the restless little madman in her arms who wanted to fight with him tighter in her arms, "Don't make trouble." ”

Don't let Lord Spirit Sword make trouble?! You've got to thank Master Lingjian for doing it, and give it back to Rory.

Seeing that Qinghui was about to make trouble with him, Mingyue also held Qinghui's little paws, pressed them tightly, lowered her head, leaned into Qinghui's ear, and said in a low voice, "Yes, I'm weak, wait for you to go back, let you dispose of it, okay?" ”

How do you want to ...... Fighting, it's okay.

Before Qinghui could say anything more, he felt his body light, and his consciousness was withdrawn from this plane.

I felt the child in my arms lying on top of me softly.

Mingyue sighed lowly.

Closing his eyes, the trace of consciousness awakened by the small fragments of the divine soul dissipated.

There's really no way to take her.

This one in his family is just thinking about fighting...... Little bastard.

***

When Qinghui regained consciousness and woke up, he was surrounded by a mountain forest.

The voice of the shallow coffee sounded immediately, which was quite refreshing.