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On the contrary, Ye Qingluo stood beside the case with an indifferent face, looking at the two of them expressionlessly.

The old ancestor's face was pale, and his body trembled vigorously.

How often has she been humiliated like this?

A junior, unexpectedly made her lose face!

If Fang Cai really fell to the ground because of the slap that had been empty in the night, the face of her ancestor of the night family would be completely ruined!

"Evil obstacles! Evil obstacles! ”

After the old ancestor relieved himself, he pointed to the night and reprimanded angrily.

The Beiming clan supported the old ancestor, and softly comforted the old ancestor: "Old ancestor, don't be angry, don't be angry, Miss Seven is still a child after all, and she is only sad when she sees Mrs. Night's tablet, so don't worry about Miss Seven." ”

Her voice, with its softness, calms people's hearts.

As he spoke, the afterglow of the Beiming clan glanced at Ye Qingluo again, signaling her to stop being angry with the old ancestor.

For this Northern Underworld Clan, Ye Qing has fallen to the present, and he can't see through her.

It seems like...... This is the only woman in the Sanquan Sect's Mansion who is dedicated to thinking about the Ye family.

The Northern Underworld's concern for the Old Ancestor is not like a fake.

The Beiming clan defended her for Fang Cai's affairs and calmed her temper, which seemed to be sincere.

If...... These are just acting, Ye Qingluo has to admire the superb acting skills of the Beiming clan.

Right now, she owes the Beiming clan a favor, so naturally she will not refute the Beiming clan's face.

When even he took away his domineering: "Today I didn't think it through, and I entered the ancestral hall without permission, but ...... I still hope that the old ancestor will give careful consideration to my proposal. ”

With that, she turned and left the ancestral hall.

This is already a step down for them.

Under the soft-spoken appeasement of the Northern Immortal Clan, the Old Ancestor's face finally calmed down.

"Ancestor, look, Miss Seven is thinking about her mother's tablet, aren't you just trying to do what she likes? It's better to give this tablet to Miss Seven for worship. In this way, Miss Seven is happy, and she has to thank you, doesn't she? ”

The old ancestor was told in public by the Beiming clan that he wanted to do what he liked Yeqingluo, and his face sank.

But looking at the Beiming clan's serious face, it was obvious that he was really making up his mind for himself, so he had to suppress his anger: "I'll talk about this later, you help the old man to go to the study, and the old man writes a letter to Tianmad!" ”

……

After Ye Qingluo came out of the ancestral hall, he went to Ziling to take a look at the situation.

After taking the Bone Healing Pill and going through Ye Qingluo's unique acupuncture technique, Ziling obviously felt that her leg was gradually recovering.

Because......

This leg, which has been wasted for ten years, actually has a consciousness!

Even if it was painful and itchy, like an ant devouring her bones, Ziling was ecstatic.

As long as there is consciousness, then it is proven...... Her originally completely ruined leg is saved!

Hongmei was by her side, carrying a bowl of boiled medicinal soup.

Hongmei will not snub Ziling at all because Ziling is a maid.

This bowl of medicine, Hongmei was completely boiled according to Ye Qingluo's instructions, not a single point.

Ye Qingluo relieved himself, told Ziling a few words, and handed over tomorrow's dose to Hongmei, and left Ziling's room.

Tomorrow, she will have to meet with the teenagers of the World League.

Then go back to the Sanquan Sect Mansion in the evening to do Ziling acupuncture.

Ye Qingluo returned to the bedroom, and before she could reach the bed, an arm suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.

Even the smell of sandalwood in the nose.

"Why are you here?" Ye Qingluo was not surprised, and the moment his body was wrapped around the man, he snuggled softly into his arms.

Di Mo Xuan rubbed against her neck, warm breath spraying on her skin.

Seeing the woman's delicate skin with her own eyes, small pimples that are visible to the naked eye pop up, and the corners of her mouth are hooked with a satisfied smile.