Night Terror swore that she had never seen someone as cheeky as Yan Qingjue.

Even when it was time for dinner, he didn't treat himself as an outsider, and sat down with a big grin.

I have to say that the man with silver hair and red clothes sat down, and the picture was as beautiful as an immortal, but his breath was as cold as a glacier, freezing people enough.

Ye Cangxiong looked at this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared, and was stunned: "This one is ......"

"Grandpa, you don't have to pay attention to him!" Night Terror and Night Feather gritted their teeth at the same time.

Obviously, the two brothers and sisters are very unhappy with Yan Qingjue, but no matter how much you look at it, Yan Qingjue has always been as immobile as a mountain.

Ye Wufeng hurriedly glanced at his father, and Ye Cang was ambitious and decided to listen to what they had to say later.

Yan Qingjue suddenly raised his head at this time, his eyes looked at Ye Cangxiong lightly, and then his gaze fell on Ye Cangxiong's face, and the corners of his mouth condensed a shallow smile full of interest.

Night Terror suddenly exploded, and finally suppressed his anger, grinding his teeth and saying, "What are you laughing at!" ”

Yan Qingjue raised his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes were full of charm, and he said slowly: "Laugh at your stupidity." ”

Burst......

Night terrors vomit blood!

Is it stupid that she can't cure her grandfather's dantian now?!

That world is so stupid that people grab a lot of it!

"Shut up! Or get out! Night Terror squeezed out these words from between his teeth, and he didn't bother to look at this demonic face again.

This poisonous tongue, if she looks at it again, she will definitely hurt internally.

Subsequently, Night Terror Hong tried his best to treat Yan Qingjue as a transparent person, and took care of his grandfather for dinner.

Therefore, Ye Cangxiong even used two more bowls for dinner, and his whole spirit improved a lot.

Ye Cangxiong's condition has improved, and the most comforting thing is that there is no wind at night.

To be honest, even if the Dantian of the Night Kingdom Gongzhen can't be repaired, it is good to be able to exchange it for such a peaceful and peaceful life.

After all, if the Night Kingdom Gong Xiuwei is still there, what awaits him will be an endless battle for this country.

Until one day in the future, he will die on the battlefield......

This dantian is broken, is it a blessing or a curse, who can say clearly?

——

After nightfall, Night Terror Hong lived in the side courtyard next to the Jing Hong Pavilion, and was just about to enter the space to cultivate, when the man in red swaggered over again.

You look like you're in your own hall.

The blue tendons on the forehead of the night terror, and the skin smiled without laughing: "What are you doing here?" Didn't the housekeeper prepare a yard for you to live in? ”

Yan Qingjue turned around and sat down, frowned, and said in disgust: "It's too stinky." ”

"Swallow! Green! Jue! ”

Night Terror Hong finally couldn't help but go violently, ignoring Sanqi Twenty-One and wanting to beat him violently.

It's just that before he got close, he was weighed down by his momentum, and he had to hold on to the pillar to stand firmly.

Yan Qingjue looked back lazily, his crimson eyes were as charming as blood-colored amber, and the words he said made Ye Jinghong not want to see him for the rest of his life.

"It's really weak, cultivate hard."

Night terrors are injured, so I can't see or be out of mind, and I get into the space as soon as I move, and I will come out tomorrow when it is dawn.

She has already decided to participate in the academy's field internship tomorrow, and this time the location she chose is Fulong Island, maybe she has a chance to meet the high-star demonic beasts.

As soon as the night terror left, Lord Qingzun naturally occupied her temporary boudoir.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression was elegant and lazy.

Not to mention, the place where this little mud ball is located really has an inexplicable atmosphere.

Not intense, not rich, shallow and faint, but refreshing.

Look, it's not bad......

——

Small Theatre:

Jue: "The deity lady is fragrant." ”

Bottle: "Some people thought she was dirty." ”

Jue: "It's not the deity!" ”

Bottle: "Wow Ka Ka, witty as me, the recording proves it!" You listen! ”

Crackling, half an hour later.

Jue: "Do you still listen?" ”

Bottle (again with a blue nose and swollen face): "Bang bang, what about the dignity of the author......"

(End of chapter)