Ye Juechen, this guy, has only been officially cultivating for less than ten years, and with a little more opportunity, he can break through the late Yuan Infant stage and enter the out-of-body stage.

Could it be that the legendary man is more popular than the dead?

can't be compared, and if she continues to compare, she will definitely vomit blood and die.

If Ye Juechen hadn't experienced a series of encounters after the family change, he would definitely be a big hero in the future.

A legend that is admired by thousands of people and praised by others.

is not a big devil who talks about changing color and being surrounded and killed.

But it's okay now, she doesn't need him to be a hero, as long as he can grow up happily and live happily for the rest of his life.

Hero, so tired.

Whoever loves to be should go, they just need to live their own little life.

"Master Xue'er, it's time for breakfast, it's time to get up."

Dressed in white, he set off the twenty-year-old Yejue Chen's perfect face with a knife-like slash, and he was even more dusty.

Pushing open the door, he sat on the edge of Tang Qiuxue's bed with a familiar way, and stretched out his hand to gently shake the sweet woman who was sleeping on the bed.

"Master Xue'er, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

With his movements, the woman on the bed frowned, turned around, raised her hand, pulled over the quilt and covered her head and continued to sleep.

Waking up early is the most annoying!

Don't eat breakfast, don't eat.

Tang Qiuxue, who was sleeping with her head covered, still remembered that she had to make a loving breakfast before to shorten the distance between her and Ye Juechen.

Over the years, a certain doting behavior of Ye Juechen had caused her to give up the terrible thing of waking up early and devote herself completely to sleeping lazy.

Ye Juechen, who was already familiar with the scene in front of him and couldn't be more familiar, just smiled helplessly, and then directly started to pull the quilt.

While talking, he said: "Master Xue'er, you can't stay in bed anymore, Chenchen has come to call you a quarter of an hour later than yesterday today." ”

"If you don't get up, the cooked breakfast won't be delicious."

Tang Qiuxue dragged the quilt and didn't let go, and a hazy voice came out of the quilt: "Dusty and good, let Master Xue'er sleep for another quarter of an hour, and get up immediately after sleeping for a while." ”

"Master Xue'er, you want to deceive Chenchen again." Nightlord continued to pull her quilt without changing his face.

If he gets up after another quarter of an hour's sleep, he will never believe what Master Xue'er said.

He used to be young and naïve.

I thought that Master Xue'er said that if you sleep for a quarter of an hour, you will really get up after a quarter of an hour.

Who knows how ...... this quarter of an hour will be After that, how long has it been?

He sat stupidly outside waiting for Master Xue'er to get up, but ...... A quarter of an hour passed, and then another quarter of an hour, and another quarter of an hour.

Finally he walked in and had a look......

Master Xue'er is sleeping with the quilt in her arms, and I don't know what the night is.

It's all because he was too young at the beginning.

He actually believed the lie of a man who was lying in bed to the extreme, and so the result was that he waited outside to doubt his life.

So from that day on, he would never believe what Master Xue'er said that he would get up after a quarter of an hour's sleep!

Don't wake her up, watch her get out of bed, and never leave.

"Dust, I'm sleepy." couldn't resist, Tang Qiuxue, who was robbed of the quilt, sat up aggrievedly, pouting sleepily.

"Master Xue'er, it's time to get up." Ye Juechen reached out and rubbed Master Xue'er's messy hair, and the soft touch of his hand made him suddenly realize why Master Xue'er always liked to rub his head before.

Tang Qiuxue, who had not yet woken up consciously, stared wide-eyed, as if she was still immersed in the fright of being touched on her head.

Tang Qiuxue, who came back to her senses, narrowed her eyes, pounced on him and strangled his neck, her sinful hand climbed up his neatly groomed hair, and rubbed it unceremoniously:

"Little guy, it's not big or small, can you touch Master Xue'er's head casually?"