Then let him willingly hurry along.

Do everything all day.

Light coffee: ...... No, it's not, how about our speech not be so villainous and blackened big boss......?

Obviously, I feel that Qinghui simply wants to beat people down, but every time I add various conditions, I feel it instantly...... It's a bit of a thrill.

"My lord, my lord, my lord, Lord Qing has arrived...... Ay? You, who are you? How did you get here? ”

As soon as Qinghui turned his head, he saw a small guy who reported information.

Still holding a peachwood sword in his hand, Qinghui, who was dressed in fairy wind bones, blinked his eyes.

The sound of talking inside stopped instantly, and someone hurriedly walked out.

It was a woman who was a little older dressed in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and when she saw Qinghui, she first became vigilant in her eyes.

But because Qinghui really didn't look like a small person, her eyes became more and more confused, "Your Excellency?" ”

"Hui'er! How can you run around? ”

Qingyan Gu Feng and Qingyuan walked quickly to this side, and saw that Qinghui was already standing at the door of the house, and their eyes were round.

The prime minister was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that this was Qinghui.

Although she had seen Qinghui when she was very young, she had never imagined that Qinghui would be such an immortal when she grew up.

"Hui'er has just returned home, and she is not very sensible, don't blame the prime minister."

Qingyan had already stepped forward quickly and pulled Qinghui behind her.

Qinghui lightly put away the peachwood sword in his hand.

When the prime minister heard this, his expression was unnatural for a moment, obviously thinking of the conversation he had with his son just now.

Then it was again to see Qinghui holding a peachwood sword in his hand.

She only had one daughter in her early years, and later she had a son when she was old, but her husband died because of childbirth, so Sheng Moyuan was also quite favored.

It's just that Sheng Moyuan has been sick often since he was very young, and he has excellent talent, but he is a medicine jar.

And she also has a lot of heart because of this, and she also knows something about this kind of thing, and she has lived for so long, although she can't see some things, but she still has the eyesight for these things.

This peachwood sword seems to be just an ordinary product at first glance, but the luster of the body shows that it is different, maybe the peachwood sword may be an ordinary product, but the person who holds it must not be simple.

Thinking of this, her face changed slightly, thinking that Qinghui had a serious illness at the beginning, and was hurriedly sent somewhere to learn art, what was she learning, and she had never told others about it.

I'm afraid that it is not the art of Xuanhuang that I learned?

"Kid, what are you doing with this peachwood sword?"

Qinghui opened his mouth and wanted to say that he would scatter the ghostly spirit, but he still reminded him with a shallow curry.

This kind of place is too mysterious, and it may be targeted by others, which is very troublesome.

Qinghui only heard the three words "very troublesome".

In the lazy salted fish instinct, Qinghui came as soon as he opened his mouth, his little face was soft and dusty, with a serious feeling.

"Bird hunting."

Then say something completely indecent with a serious look and tone.

All:......?

Seeing everyone's bewilderment.

Qinghui also raised the peachwood sword in his hand, planning to perform one for them, but unfortunately, the demonic spirit had just dispersed, and now the little bird didn't dare to come.

Qinghui sighed regretfully, as if he was haunted by not being able to eat the roasted bird.

"I'm not old-eyed."

The prime minister smiled and glanced at Qingyan, as if asking why he didn't tell her.