"Master."

A voice came from the side, like a life-saving gospel.

Disaster's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, "Yes, my family is the master of painting Yuqiong." ”

The disaster that was squatting in the dark really couldn't look at it, so he came out and made up for it, and the disaster that had no brains immediately followed suit.

As soon as he said it, the two of them felt a chill down their spines at the same time, and they couldn't help but swallow dryly, and there were only two words left in their minds at the same time.

Finished!

Master?

Painting the old man's eyes for a moment, he only heard his granddaughter say that there was a master, but he didn't hear her mention that the master was her master.

But the person in front of him was indeed recognized by Qiong'er, otherwise how could Qiong'er hold this person to death.

The old man suddenly realized that something was wrong, and after thinking about it carefully, he found that his granddaughter was holding a man deadly.

The old man's temples jumped suddenly, and he immediately smiled and said: "Honorable, Qiong'er is not sensible, it is indeed rude to pick it up on you like this." As he spoke, the old man looked at the painting Yuqiong in the aqua blue dress, and raised his eyebrows.

This baby, why is she still wearing a whole set of women's clothes?

"Joan'er? Joan'er is grandpa. The old man called softly.

But Hua Yuqiong didn't seem to hear it, her chin rested on the shoulder of the night and she didn't move.

"Joan?" The old man was shocked.

"He's asleep."

Sai Ye's cold voice said, thinking about how to clean up the octopus that was on him.

The man in his arms breathed evenly, and the hot breath that spewed out like feathers tickled his ears. No one noticed that the ears that were warmed by the heat that was spit out by Hua Yuqiong on the night of the festival turned red.

The body of the night was slightly stiff, his eyes lowered to hide the slight embarrassment in his cold eyes, his sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he looked at the painting Yuqiong in his arms.

He thought about it, and when he returned to the palace, he would let this little thing who didn't know etiquette go to the prison and teach him well.

Xin Han stood aside, listening to their conversation, but he still felt that the scene of the dark figure holding his sweetheart was extremely dazzling.

Although this Venerable is Arjun's master, he is also a man.

Xin Han said loudly: "In Xia Xinhan, the prince of Xihuai Kingdom, thank you for saving Arjun's life." ”

Sai Ye glanced at him faintly, "It's a matter of duty." ”

It turned out to be the West Huai, not the East China Sea.

"Since Arjun has already slept, I won't bother His Holiness, please hand over Arjun to me." Xin Han said respectfully.

Sai Ye frowned slightly, and glanced at the guy who had started his idea of being a courtier earlier, and his slender hand couldn't help but hug the apprentice in his arms a little tighter.

"The beloved disciple of the deity, don't worry about you."

After speaking, he looked away and looked at the old man who was painting with a confused face.

Xin Han couldn't help frowning.

He felt so, and as soon as this Venerable appeared, he was very dissatisfied with him.

The old man was looked at by him like this, his old eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile: "If you want to stay, I will take you to Beiyuan to settle down, where there have always been people cleaning, and the environment is also very beautiful, but no one lives there." This South Garden was also destroyed a lot, and Qiong'er took her to the West Garden. ”

The old man was very happy that his granddaughter was valued by the master.

Not to mention that he saved Qiong'er a few times, and gave such a precious pill, the pill also saved his Qi'er, that is, his granddaughter was in his arms, he could see that this Venerable was not happy, but he still didn't have the strength to throw her.

is reasonable, thinking about it, it seems that Qiong'er took advantage, but it was embarrassing for this Venerable.