Zou Ping's eyes were a little lonely, but soon, Zou Ping recovered as before, not because of anything else, but because Lian Qingyu came back.

Zou Ping looked at the little girl Lian Qingyu, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, not to mention how strong Lian Qingyu was and what her mind was, but it was like this, and it really made Zou Ping like it.

Zou Ping even decided that if everything was over for him, he would also have a porcelain doll-like daughter with his woman, how cute!

"Zou Ping!" said Lian Qingyu in a childish voice, as if she had returned to her original cute child, instead of the adult-like sorrow she had just left.

"What's wrong?" Zou Ping looked at Lian Qingyu and smiled slightly.

"You're going to tell me a story, and you want something fun!!" Lian Qingyu grabbed Zou Ping's arm directly, her big eyes flickering, looking at Zou Ping.

"Eh" Zou Ping suddenly had a black line on his face, the first time, the first time he had to tell a story, he had lived for so long, and he had never told a story.

"Then what do you want to hear?" Perhaps, Zou Ping likes children, or maybe he is just inferior to others and compromises, Zou Ping smiled faintly: "As for fun, I don't have it, I'm poor, but if it's a story, I can still tell it." ”

"Really?" Lian Qingyu suddenly looked happy, looked at Zou Ping, and said in a jumping voice: "Then hurry up and tell me, hurry up! I want to listen, I want to listen~"

Zou Ping's eyes were slightly stunned when he heard this coquettish voice, and for some reason, he seemed to be a little familiar with Lian Qingyu. There is a trace of love.

This seems to have appeared in Zou Ping's heart for a long time. But this feeling came out again. Therefore, Zou Ping was stunned for a moment and looked at Lian Qingyu carefully.

"Okay!" Zou calmly touched Lian Qingyu's hair, at this time, Lian Qingyu was more like a child, rather than a quasi-saint-level immortal cultivator.

"Okay, okay!" said Lian Qingyu really like a child.

"Well, then you listen!" Zou Ping smiled faintly, and slowly told the story for Lian Qingyu.

"Once upon a time. There was a Snow White, and seven dwarfs, a vicious old witch, who was Snow White's stepmother."

"And then, when the prince and Snow White got married, and the old witch died, what happened to the seven dwarfs?"

Lian Qingyu's question made Zou Ping slightly stunned, and finally he could only say with a wry smile: "The seven dwarfs are happily living together."

"Then I'm going to listen, the next story, the next story"

Zou Ping looked at Lian Qingyu's appearance. Suddenly he felt a little helpless in his heart and said, "Okay." Well, next story, don't shake my arm. ”

"Then hurry up, hurry up!" Lian Qingyu kept coquettish, Zou Ping listened to this coquettishness, his heart seemed to be full of love, looked at Lian Qingyu, and smiled slightly.

"Okay, then you listen! Today is the last story, is it okay to go to bed after listening?" Zou Ping coaxed Lian Qingyu and put on an adult appearance.

"Okay" Lian Qingyu seemed to be a little aggrieved, and said: "Big brother, they don't tell me stories, only you tell me, you are really a good person." ”

"Is it a good person?" Zou Ping was slightly stunned when he heard this, and there was a trace of gloom in his eyes, if he said that he was a good person, he would not be able to match his eight lifetimes, how many people he had killed in his life, Zou Ping himself couldn't be counted, and he was a good person?

"Well, without further ado, listen to this story, once upon a time, there was a shy elf, she was a very beautiful elf, she wore a white little dress, and a pair of wings that shone with colorful light. This is also a particularly shy elf who hides nervously at the sight of a stranger. ”

"People like elves so much that they often come to visit her. But the shy elf had to move a lot in order not to be seen by others. Moving around, the elf finally has a new home in a large turnip. The inside of the radish is very clean, and there is a faint fragrance. ”

"This new home is very warm, and the elves are happily waving their colorful wings and dancing. Not long after, an old man unexpectedly found this big turnip, and happily carried the radish home, ready to cook a pot of fragrant radish soup the next day. ”

The elf didn't know that he had followed the radish to the old man's house, so he started singing every night on time. Good singing is very catchy: "My name is elf and I love the moon and the stars"

"The old man was woken up by the sound of singing, and found the elf in the big turnip, 'Who are you, little girl singing?' The old man asked. The elf was very shy, and it took a while before he said, 'I'm an elf. When the old man heard this, he was glad and asked, 'Will you stay in my house and be my companion?' Would the elves be willing?"

"She's the most afraid of strangers. But thinking of how lonely the old man was, the elf bravely decided to stay with the old man. In this way, the elf became a member of the old man's family and lived happily. Now, the elf is no longer shy, and the happiest thing for her is to sing and dance to everyone"

After Zou Ping finished telling this story, he looked at Lian Qingyu and sighed secretly in his heart, in fact, in Zou Ping's heart, why shouldn't Lian Qingyu be the same as that little elf? It's just that Lian Qingyu's strength is different from Lian Qingyu's character.

Zou Ping suddenly remembered something, when he was in the chaos period of the previous life, there seemed to be such a little elf in his home, that elf did not have a human form, but he could still make a sound, and he was still so beautiful.

Zou Ping looked at Lian Qingyu, a trace of love flashed in his eyes, I don't know why, Lian Qingyu seems to have a different kind of closeness to Zou Ping, this kind of closeness, Zou Ping can also feel it.

"Perhaps, I miss the time when I was the king of the Heavenly Demon Clan!" Zou Ping smiled lightly, his tone was a little self-deprecating, looking at the lotus Qingyu in his arms, Zou Ping gently patted the sleeping face of the lotus Qingyu, and just like that, the lotus Qingyu fell asleep.

Zou Ping was also slowly closing his eyes, not saying anything else, just saying that Zou Ping had not rested like this for a long, long time, and he was in the world of cultivating immortals, accompanying his relatives and friends.

He and others cherish time very much, and they are with them day and night, and they don't even rest, maybe this kind of thing is incredible in the eyes of mortals, but in the world of Zou Ping, this is an ordinary thing

(To be continued......)