207 is night 12
Memory shrugged: "I like your honesty, but others may not like it." You can rest easy these days, don't worry. We'll take good care of your grandpa. ”
"If you say something, I will tell Jinyun, Jinyun is ......"
"If you are not used to this, or if you have any burden, you can actually think about it again, you know, Jinyun really likes you."
Ye Qingli was silent for a while.
"I know, Xiaoyun, she can't cook...... but last time she was groping for what she liked, which was already very touching.
Some people, for your sake, are willing to accept new things and make changes.
Even in the fields involved, Xiaoyun himself may not like it.
Memory didn't know about this, and was a little confused by her sudden answer, but just reminded: "You actually have a long run-in period. ”
Ye Qingli said: "You still tell her so, I don't want her to be hurt because she has such an impossible hope." ”
What is not is nothing.
Some people, you really can be sure that you won't fall in love.
She is only thirteen years old, and there is still a lot of room for timely stop loss for such a thing.
Therefore, it is best to understand Ye Qingli's own thoughts earlier.
Ye Qingli said: "I'm going to rest, you can rest early." I know that Xiaoyun asked you to come, and if you enter my room again without special circumstances in the future, I probably won't abide by hospitality. ”
Ye Qingli didn't plan to consume it with the person in front of him.
Remembering the traces, he said, "Then I will say goodbye." Miss Ye, I really couldn't help it last time. ”
Ye Qingli did not answer.
There was a muffled sound, and the silence was silent.
Ye Qingli sat on the bed.
looked at the empty devouring on his right hand and said, "Xi Nian, are you there?" ”
This time, Uncle Xi didn't pretend to be dead, the golden light appeared, and the entity also condensed.
Ye Qingli looked at someone with special effects all over his body, and said, "Xi Nian, you don't need to look for it now." ”
"No, I still want to."
"Do you need the golden butterfly spirit to open the entrance to Hailan Pass?"
Ye Qingli guessed.
"Yes."
"Then I'll go find it."
"Hmm."
There was silence.
Ye Qingli suddenly raised his hand and said, "Xi Nian, do you know what this is?" ”
Ye Qingli asked naturally not to devour the sky.
"This should be something from the divine realm."
Ye Qingli was a little surprised: "What's the use of that?" ”
"I don't know."
Ye Qingli was depressed and muttered: "What kind of god are you, why don't you know anything." ”
"God of War."
Ye Qingli held back a smile: "Then you offended some enemy and fell into this field." ”
Xi Nian: "I don't know. ”
Ye Qingli sighed: "It's too difficult to talk to you. I don't think I talk much, but compared to you, I'm a novel, and you're a couplet at best. ”
"I'm sorry."
Sorry for the insincerity.
Ye Qingli waved his hand: "Forget it." Then can you tell me some interesting things in the Divine Realm, for example, are there any Sifan Nether Realms, and are there any anecdotes within the Divine Race? ”
At this time, the most decompressive way is probably to be a steady melon eater.
In the next ten years, Ye Qingli sent a friend to talk to her.
After being alone for a long time, some people will become autistic, while others will say more.
Ye Qingli is obviously the latter, when he is lonely, he can kill time by talking to himself.
She can be regarded as a master of living alone, and she can always have fun in the bitterness and find fun for herself.