Listening to Qin Yan's words, I suddenly had a feeling that this entire underworld was a huge stage, even if it was Qin Luo, even if it was Qin Yan, they were all singing their own plays very happily.

The same thing is different from everyone's mouth, and I can't remember how many versions I've heard or who says it's true.

But at least it can be regarded as a gain, at least I know the name of Qin Luo's mother, and when the power of the Yin-Yang Book is almost restored, I can check it.

For an afternoon, Qin Yan was telling me about his love history, how sad he was in that poignant love story, and how helpless Qin Luo's mother was.

Even, he offered to ask me to take me to see Qin Luo's mother.

"Would you like to? That place is not too far from here, and I haven't seen her since I woke up this time, so I hope she doesn't blame me! Qin Yan said to himself, and suddenly the teacups on the table were put away.

I watched his sudden actions in a daze, and regretted a little, should I check his head before I got it out for him? This Qin Yan's skill is much higher than Qin Luo's, in case he can't think of it, and something comes out, this underworld doesn't know what kind of chaos it will be.

"Okay." Not to mention what kind of sacredness this Gao Xiaorou is, just because she is Qin Luo's mother, I should go and visit.

He simply stood up with him, and walked from the grass hut along a path behind the courtyard.

I thought it would be a tomb, after all, he said that people have been dead for 100,000 years.

Unexpectedly, he led me into a very glorious palace, the style is similar to the other palaces in this great underworld, but the color is very red, as if someone has splashed red paint.

That kind of red, even a little harsh.

I watched quietly as he fumbled in his arms, and after a while he pulled out a bunch of keys.

It is said that it is a key, but it is better to say that it is a fishbone, the shape is very peculiar, but it is made of white jade.

"Oh, do you like the key? Xiaorou likes to eat fish, so I made this door lock for this door, okay, I'll go first, you step back a little, the smell here may be more rushing! ”

He spoke at me, and it wasn't until I obediently withdrew that he managed to open the door.

Before I could see what it was inside, I was stunned by the fallen leaves and painted sand inside the gate.

I don't know what strange formation he made in the palace, even the fallen leaves can't help but corrode, and the sand, is it the wind and sand accumulated over the past 100,000 years?

I looked at all this helplessly, not knowing what adjectives to use to describe my mood at the moment.

In the blink of an eye, he had already used his spiritual power to clear the mess of clods and leaves to the side, and piled up a small hill. When he met my gaze, he just smiled and went back to busy.

It wasn't until my legs started to tremble that he finally broke all the traps and signaled that I could go in.

My mind has been locked in the courtyard all the time, and I still haven't found anything, and I haven't found anything abnormal.

As he walked slowly in this courtyard, although everything looked dilapidated, but the low-key gorgeousness could not be hidden, especially the fiery red glazed tiles, which made people reluctant to look away at a glance.

I followed him quickly with the surprise in my heart, the whole palace was huge, there were at least dozens of rooms, and he didn't lead me around, but walked straight through the hall to the backyard.

In that backyard, there is not only an attic rockery, but even a swing, and no matter how up, just the scenery here can show that the original builder was very attentive.

I silently followed him, listening intently to everything he said.

In those small words, I heard endless thoughts and loves, and remembrances that cannot be described in words, and if everything he said was true, then I admired him, this is a very affectionate man. But if all this is made up and shown to me, then I can only say four words.

What a thoughtful thought! It's all so true.

After a long time, he finally stopped in front of a three-story attic, and I noticed that there was no inscription or plaque on it.

But in the air, there is a familiar and unfamiliar fragrance, with an indescribable feeling.

Qin Yan suddenly stopped, grabbed it in the air with his bare hands, and when his palm opened again, a white paper crane was parked inside.

As if he had a thought, the paper crane gently poked his palm with the tip of his mouth, and flew into this mysterious attic, and there was still no trace of spiritual power fluctuations in the air.

I sighed silently and silently followed him in.

On the first floor is the most ordinary living room, with a table and a counter, and a small stage for playing the piano in the corner.

The second layer is the ocean of books, to be precise, all kinds of dense oceans, Qin Yan glanced around, hesitated for a moment, and took out a large stack of bamboo slips from his arms, which was the batch I asked him to collect in the dungeon last time, but I didn't expect that he was going to put it here, instead of using it to cultivate his subordinates.

But I've already given everything to others, so there's no reason to take it back.

Fortunately, he was not slow, and soon everything was put in order, leading me and pushing open the last door of the third floor.

Nothing happened to my imagination, no assassinations, no traps, no strange props.

In that corner, there is a painting hanging on it, which is one that does not seem to feel anything at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more you can't move your eyes.

How to say it, she was wearing a red gauze skirt, with a huge flat button tied around her waist with white soft cigarettes, the cuffs were tightly wrinkled, tied with two pink ribbons, and the skirt was layered with clouds, and some layers seemed to be white phantom yarn, revealing a sense of mystery. Although clothes are beautiful, people are even more beautiful.

To be honest, this dress is not a very conservative style, because the bandeau on the chest is very low, so low that I can even clearly see a deep groove, okay, although it may be disrespectful to Qin Luo's mother. But the reality is like this, but what I don't understand the most is that even if she is dressed like this, she gives people the feeling that she is a very dignified, not casually bewitching woman.

Her eyebrows seem to be depicted in general, or the level of the painter of this portrait is too high, which makes people feel that the beauty is a little unreal. A pair of Danfeng eyes are indifferent, as if there is magic, which makes people sad and heartbroken. Under Qiong's nose, the round, light-colored mouth is gently pursed, which makes people want to paint with begonia petals.

On the thousands of green silks, there is a fiery red flower, which is directly proportional to the fair skin!

Obviously, all the outfits look so serious, but...

I'll admit that even though I'm a woman, I'm a little obsessed with it.

Looking at Qin Yan again, he was even more intoxicated staring at the portrait and couldn't take his eyes off, the calloused hand was moving extremely slowly on the portrait, and there seemed to be nothing else in his world.

I couldn't bear to call him, so I found a stool and sat on the side, silently surveying everything in the room, but there was no other decoration except for the portrait.

Everything is so simple and simple, it is comforting to look at.

"Xiaorou, I've come to see you, how are you doing in the past 100,000 years?" Suddenly, Qin Yan opened his mouth and began to talk to himself about the flower scroll, before I could speak, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at me, and said to the flower scroll very seriously: "Xiao Rou, have you seen it?" This is the Heavenly Maiden, and she is also our Qin Luo's wife. ”

"Pretty looks, huh? And he is very capable. ”

"By the way, she also gave birth to two children for our Qin family, the eldest boy I have already seen, very handsome, the little princess hasn't seen it yet, next time I see her, I'll take her to see you!"

I... What is this called?

The more he spoke, the more emotional he became, and tears began to flood under his eyes.

I watched him cry in a daze, and wanted to raise my hand and pat him for comfort several times, but thinking of what he had just said, it didn't seem to be very appropriate, so I twisted my face to the side, out of sight and out of mind.

Although I do want to use the golden pupil to check if there is a secret in the scroll that can make him so obsessed.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance, so I could only sit silently and let him finish his convulsions.

In this way, I watched the sky outside turn pitch black, and only the eyes of the two of us in the room were shining, that he finally stopped his babbling thoughts and bent over me apologetically.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm a little excited for a while."

"She's very beautiful, but I've also seen Concubine Lian, and the two don't look alike!" Finally, I expressed the doubts in my heart, and I only felt that I couldn't relax in an instant.

Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook his head: "Isn't it like that?" It shouldn't be! Xiaorou and Xiaolian just have different temperaments, and their appearance is basically the same, after all, they are twins. ”

"But..."I briefly talked about the events of the year, deliberately omitting the scene where Concubine Lian finally met me.

In my opinion, the heavenly prison may be the most special place in this underworld, as if any force entering it will be restrained, and Su Han can even be trapped.

"Although I don't know who you're talking about, I can assure you of one thing, I have never slept with Concubine Lian, how can I have a child."

"What about Mama Qin?" I said, and then I felt like I was really rotten.

After being the master of the family for so many years, I still don't know Mama Qin's name.

"Mama Qin?" The surprise on Qin Yan's face deepened, he shook his head decisively, and said softly: "I don't know any Mama Qin, An Zhi, are you mistaken, you can't wronged me, I'm still in front of my wife's portrait!" ”

When he said this, I was also stunned.

Randomly fished out Xuanwu directly from the space, and let her keep her wronged: "You don't know Mama Qin, you have to know this face, right?" I sneered, if he dared to say that he didn't know him, I would just beat him.

Back then, Mama Qin went crazy after hearing that he had children other than Qin Luo.

However, the reality is that once again I fell out of my mind.

The man who was extremely calm just now, saying that he didn't know anything Qin Mama, and wanted to protect his image in front of his deceased wife, actually pounced directly on Xuanwu.

Those two big eyeballs can't wait to come out of their sockets.

"Bend! Is that you! You're still alive! ”

Curved? What the hell is this?

However, to my surprise, Xuanwu squeezed out a rare trace of ridicule on his face, and coldly pulled the old Hades away from himself, and his voice seemed to come from an ice cellar: "Qin Yan, see clearly, I'm not bending, I'm frost!" ”

(Qin Luo's mother will be a key figure in the future, so let's foreshadow it first!) ）