Qingluan's voice was mixed with terrifying anger, and his action was as fast as lightning, landing beside Yu Qingqian from the sky, completely blocking the coercion of Yueguan with his own strength.

Yu Qingqian only felt that when he was about to lose consciousness, he was surrounded by a gentle and powerful soul power.

She didn't know who it was, but the security that welled up in her heart made her close her eyes and fall to the ground.

Qingluan glared at Yueguan fiercely, and quickly caught Yu Qingqian, who was falling to the ground, and picked him up in a posture of holding a child.

"Chrysanthemum Pass, I don't know what your purpose is for getting close to her, but you shouldn't make a move on her."

Qingluan's expression was dark and uncertain, and even if it was a warning, his voice was faintly unable to hear joy.

Yueguan looked at Yu Qingqian, who was unconscious, and realized with some chagrin that he had indeed gone too far for a junior who was a big fart.

He was a little disappointed, the little girl was all stunned by him, and he didn't feel the breath in her, as if everything was his delusion.

He was a little unwilling, so he thought about following Qingluan over to have a look.

Qingluan hugged Yu Qingqian and flashed to a single-family house not far from here.

It was when he was young, he came out to experience and bought it, and at that time it was just for the convenience of accommodation, and he never thought that he would return here again one day.

"What are you doing with you?"

Qingluan asked unhappily as he opened the door.

It's like a dog skin plaster, and the old man who is not too old has no sense of proportion at all.

He carried Yu Qingqian to the bedroom on the left side of the second floor, gently placed her on the bed, and checked her body again.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal."

Qingluan withdrew the hand placed on Yu Qingqian's forehead, covered Yu Qingqian's body with the quilt, revealing a round head, and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

He didn't seem to realize at all that it would be a very serious matter to cover it so tightly on such a hot day.

Yueguan stood at the door and didn't go in, but watched Qingluan take care of the baby's movements, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He didn't expect that the old immortal of the worship hall could still have the talent of being a father.

When Qingluan went out, he closed the door lightly.

Yueguan is quite tall and a person, and he can basically be at eye level with Qingluan.

The two looked at each other face to face, and neither of them let anyone, just standing at the door.

Qingluan raised his hand and pushed the person away: "Get out, don't get in the way." ”

He looked at this old chrysanthemum very unpleasantly, it could be said that he had encountered the most unpleasant one in so many years, and it was even more uncomfortable than the black old ghost.

Yueguan turned sideways to dodge Qingluan's retaliatory attack, and watched thoughtfully as Qingluan walked to the sofa in the hall and sat down.

Although I wanted to scold him back, I didn't say much given that he did things impulsively and made a mistake just now.

He walked to the opposite side of Qingluan and did it, crossed Erlang's legs and put his arms on the edge of the sofa, looking like Lao Tzu's best.

Qingluan leaned back on the sofa, and he rolled his eyes without pause, who had always been humble and polite: It's really unlucky.

Qingluan's house is very soundproof, and there is no other sound in the room except for Yu Qing's shallow and undulating breathing.

It can also be seen that Qingluan's financial resources are quite abundant.

After Yu Qingqian lost consciousness, he felt that he had been awake in the dark for a long time.

She was conscious, but she couldn't feel any noise from the outside world, and she couldn't respond.

Helpless, she could only try to sleep.

When she came to her senses again, she was at the temple again.

The Book of Destiny in the center remained unchanged, suspended in mid-air.

Yu Qingqian was a little speechless, why did she come to this place again? Isn't it possible that you will come here when you are unconscious in the future?

As if sensing something, the cloud-piercing book flickered, and the uncomfortable clip sounded: "Yu Qingqian, you are here again~"

This book spirit is obviously a juvenile voice, but she was forced to make a chicken cry, which is very abrasive to people's ears.

Yu Qingqian:

She can only say that the interlacing is like a mountain, and I wish him success.

"I want to ask you, why am I here again?"

"Wait, I'll check." The page turned for a moment, and then stopped. "Your body has decided that you are in danger of your life, and has adopted a protective mechanism to send your consciousness over. The consciousness is here, and the body is protected by divine power. ”

It's normal for this book to be serious when it's serious.

But she is a little broken, what kind of grudge does Yueguan have with her? I want her life.

The friendship she had in exchange for her previous intentions was all in vain.

"And when can I go back?" She spared her life, if she could go back, she would definitely be far away from Yueguan.

Until she has the strength to hang him up and fight, she will hold on strongly.

She didn't want to come to the temple twice in three days, after all, this was not her back garden.

God of Fate: Well, why not?

Yu Qingqian was woken up by the heat.

After her consciousness really returned to her body, the tactile nerves all over her body were shouting two words: so hot!

It's going to be steamed.

Fine and dense sweat broke out from the corners of his forehead, his body was sticky, and even the exhaled breath was hot.

Don't be too outrageous!

When he opened his eyes, he saw the airtight quilt on his body, and a string of black lines slid down his forehead.

Which immoral one wants to heat her to death?!

Who is it! Who exactly!

Chrysanthemum off, right? That big chrysanthemum couldn't take her life, and tortured her in a different way.

She lifted the quilt off her body, rolled over and sat up, and got straight down from the bed.

talent, I don't know how to take off my shoes.

Looking at the big gray footprints on the white sheets, Yu Qingqian lifted the quilt to block it, and it was instantly much more pleasing to the eye.

Qingluan and Yueguan were originally facing off, and the air currents flowing between the two were extremely-for-tat.

Qingluan wanted to drive people away, but Yueguan's straight eyes made him chill inexplicably, and he hesitated to let him sit there.

Tsk, what should I do if I am still unhappy, what should I do if I want to drive people away?

Yueguan seemed to be so obsessed with this matter that he didn't want to give up even if there was just a glimmer of hope.

When he first felt the aura of that person on Yu Qingqian's body, he couldn't believe it.

Scared and timid, but frantically trying to confirm again.

He also knew that his behavior was inappropriate, but he always had to confirm it before he was willing.

How long Yu Qingqian slept in the room, he sat outside for as long as he could, and kept the same position, causing his legs to be a little numb.

At the moment when Yu Qingqian woke up, even if that breath was fleeting, it still allowed Yueguan to catch it.

Blood climbed up the corner of Yueguan's eyes, but there was a smile on his face.

"Hahahaha-" He couldn't help but laugh, looking a little crazy.

With loud and turning laughter, Qingluan directly picked up the ceramic teacup at the entrance of the tea table and threw it over.

"Shut up, you!"

(End of chapter)