Fengyun Chapter 12 The Beauty Does Not Regret the Red Candle Tears (4)
"Mother~" A glutinous voice sounded, interrupting Jing Qingli's train of thought, and also making Ye Yuanyuan look around with a blank face.
Jing Qingli looked at the beads bouncing in front of her and the eldest nephew who was vigilant, and sighed and said, "Baby, don't be naughty and scare your cousin." Jing Qingli pointed at Ye Yuanyuan.
Ye Yuanyuan raised her head, not knowing who she was talking to.
In the next second, the glutinous voice sounded in his ears.
"Cousin!"
The bead that he had seen before that thought it was a machine spirit flew in front of him, swaying from side to side, a halo of colorful light floating on his surface.
Ye Yuan looked at Jing Qingli from afar, Jing Qingli looked at Ye Yuanyuan, and stared at each other for a while.
Bead?
Can you talk?
Will you still call your mother?
Is this Aunt Jing's son?
Aunt Jing is also a bead?!
Looking at the beads floating in front of him, Ye Yuanyuan's thoughts instantly drifted, and the sound of the beads pulled him back to reality.
"Cousin! I finally know you're my cousin! Woo woo woo - " The glutinous voice was full of surprise and crying.
Ye Yuanyuan: "......" can this still be 'finally known'?
Jing Qingli looked at the Mingzhu baby who was making a play and couldn't cry or laugh, and said, "Okay baby, talk well." ”
"Good mother." The emotion said that the pearl that would be received turned around and turned back, and the glutinous voice was unusually serious: "Hello cousin, my name is Mingzhu, I am the son of my mother, you can call me baby, or you can call me Mingzhu." ”
Ye Yuanyuan, who couldn't turn his senses, sat down in a precarious position, and then spoke: "Hello cousin, cousin, my name is Ye Yuanyuan, it's Aunt Jing, it's your mother's nephew, you can call me Yuanyuan......"
"Hahahaha......" Jing Qingli, who finally couldn't hold back, laughed presumptuously, and said while laughing: "You two are so cute hahaha......"
"Hey, I said, I haven't asked for a long time, Xiaomingzhu, you call me mother, so do you know who your father is?" Jing Qingli said jokingly.
After a while, Mingzhu spoke with difficulty, and her tone could not hide her loss: "I forgot...... But! Mingzhu floated in front of Jing Qingli and said firmly: "I will definitely think of it, and my mother will definitely think of it." ”
"Remembering what?" Jing Qingli asked.
"No...... I don't know ......" Mingzhu was stunned and slowly shook her body.
"......" Jing Qingli took a deep breath and continued to ask: "Does the baby know my identity?" ”
Hearing this, Nuo Nuo's voice was a little serious: "Mother is reincarnation." ”
Although there is still no clue, Jing Qingli's depression in her heart has been much less for a long time.
She sighed, flipped over the snake flesh above the flames, and exclaimed, "Eat the meat!" ”
The pearl baby floated above the thin slices of meat cut by the mother alone, felt the aroma of the barbecue, and turned around happily many times.
The two of them ate most of the large strips of meat with a sigh, and handed over the rest to Mingzhu to keep.
After cleaning up the mess, the group hit the road again. Although Ye Yuanyuan had many questions in his heart, Aunt Jing didn't say it, and he didn't want to ask.
When he walked to the next city, Jing Qingli asked Mingzhu to take out the snake skin that he had peeled off the giant python, sold it for ten taels of gold, and went to the trading market to exchange it for a lot of low-level demon beast essence meat.
The rest of the silver money was all thrown to Ye Yuanyuan, seeing Ye Yuanyuan's puzzled gaze, Jing Qingli touched Mingzhu and said, "Don't you need money to raise this wind?" ”
Ye Yuanyuan named the tiger cub Hurricane. Although the wind only has a trace of demon beast blood, it is still quite difficult to raise.
"Whew~"
The wind squatted in the basket tied to Ye Yuanyuan's waist, raised his paws and was about to catch the pearl that teased the tiger, but the pearl was small and flew around in front of the wind, provoking the wind to always call.
Mingzhu, who had played enough, flew back to Jing Qingli's side, but did not hide in her clothes, but nested on the top of her hair as a decoration.
Jing Qingli is now 'two-sleeved breeze', and all kinds of beads collected by Mingzhu have been confiscated.
At that time, Mingzhu was angry and said: "It's enough for my mother to have such a beautiful son as me, what do you want those ugly things to do!" ”
Ugly Beads: ......
In the end, it was his own son, Jing Qingli still went with him.