Ah, Senior Brother is Actually a Sister!

"My surname Ye, let me go out! I'm going to find my daughter!" The woman who flung her shoulders up, Huafa woman stared at the head of Chonghua with a gentle smile, her face frosty. A thin layer of scarlet color, I do not know whether it is shame or shame.

"Yan'er, you don't want to be willful," Ye Zhiqiu took out a set of celadon tea sets from Qiankun's bag, and boiled the tea soup in full swing.

"Being serious? As a demon repairer, what are the important things to do!" Leng Yan glared at Ye Zhiqiu, who was at ease, and threw an ice arrow at her, the tea cup in her hand.

"Yan'er, don't be naughty." The person who was concentrating on tea did not lift his head, only to gently advise, seeing that the ice arrow was going to pierce her heart through the tea, it was very cold, but immediately Another ice arrow was hit, three times more powerful than before. It was stabbed into the back and sent to the top, rushing away from the previous attack and reading the full story of Babu Tianlong.

"Ding——" The two ice arrows were both shattered apart, scattered into countless ice crystal powders, and scattered in the air, it was really beautiful.

But he heard Ye Zhiqiu chuckled and said, "It's done."

Xian Xiansu held up a cup of celadon tea and smiled, "Yan'er want to try her husband's craft?"

"Huh!" Leng Yan put aside her face and didn't look at her, but her ears turned red. Who is the husband is not necessarily yet!

"Well, I understand for my husband." Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be awakened. He took a sip of tea, leaned over her waist in the cold and inexplicable eyes, held her head, and printed her pale pink lips. .

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Ye Zhiqiu still licked the tender lips, his eyes were clear, and his desire was deep: "Yan Er, what is the taste of the tea on the top of Tianyuan Mountain?"

"..." Panting lightly, Leng Yan looked down.

When the atmosphere in the chamber was simmering, he heard the noise outside the door, and then the door of Ye Zhiqiu's sleeping hall was blasted open.

The disciple in charge of the gatekeeper in Tsing Yi sounded with a crying voice: "Head, disciple, disciple ..."

"Get away! Whoever gave you the courage, dare stop this seat!" Another harbinger interrupted the words of the Tsing Yi disciple, and the door rang open with his wailing.

Ye Zhiqiu was not angry, and even the smile on her lips remained the same, but the cold Yan she held in her arms felt that her whole body's breath suddenly turned cold, and there was a looming layer of evil spirit.

"Hey ..." Leng Yan nodded Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder worriedly.

The latter pinched her jerking hands and squeezed provocatively, before she became angry, cooing softly: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since I have to give it to my husband.

-Who is afraid!

Also, it hasn't been decided who the husband is!

"... Cut." Leng Yan gave a cold cry, but still obediently relaxed and leaned against Ye Zhiqiu's arms, thinking of herself as an ice sculpture, without a word.

"Sister Yin, the lord of grandeur, why do you have trouble with Tsing Yi?" Ye Zhiqiu waved and motioned for the aggrieved goalkeeper Tsing Yi to step down and raised his hand to the uninvited guest in a "please" gesture, not seeing any dissatisfaction, "I don't know, Sister Yin is good at breaking through the Jiuhan Temple. What is it?" Ye Zhiqiu smiled calmly, but the word of "breaking" was aggravated in the peaceful tone.

"You still have a face to ask! Of course it's because of the magic repair around you!" Yin Xiaoxiang shook her gorgeous robes, slender fingers poked straight to the end, sitting on Zhi Zhiqiu's legs, ignoring her completely coldly, "You How dare she let her out! Do you want to disobey the teacher! "

Ye Zhiqiu smiled lightly and didn't care about her sonic attack: "Sister Yin, the deity doesn't understand what you mean." She tilted her head and blinked innocently, "Master Xian has died for many years, and his elder deity will naturally do it. To ... as for Yaner, what is wrong with the deity to wake up his wife? "

"Just for her, you leave the disciples alone and let them all go with tens of thousands of demons? Is this what you should do as the head of a group?" Yin Xiaoxiang was so angry that if Xiu was not there I'm afraid I can't help but do it with her.

"Mr. Yin's words are bad," Ye Zhiqiu smoothed her long, smooth hair and smiled softly, but let Leng Yan, who was very close, peep a little cool from her eyes. As a disciple of Chonghua, it is glory to martyr yourself, so why not? "

——When you say this, put down the magic cultivation in your arms first.

Yin Xiaoxiang's fingertips pointed at her for a long while, and finally she was so angry that she left her anger. When she left the house, she still remembered her words: "Ye Zhiqiu, remember the latest chapter of Demon Breaker!" Come and see how you explain! "

"My dear ... wait for the good news." Ye Zhiqiu sent her a fierce figure blowing a mighty wind, blowing the flowers and grass on Qiuye Peak in a mess, sighing in her heart, and a smile on her face faded.

Seeing her lingering in her heart, Leng Yan was tight in her heart, and asked awkwardly: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Ye Zhiqiu's dreadful eyes stared at her, as if a vortex was brewing to inhale her, and a thousand words lingered in her throat, unable to speak.

"Yan'er, I need comfort for my husband." Just hearing Ye Zhiqiu's fragile whispered in her ear.

Leng Yan's heart softened, and she was about to agree, her face suddenly darkened, and she slaps away the plain hand of someone sticking to her chest, exasperated: "Dirty!"

She was about to give this disciple a deep lesson, but heard the knock on the door knocker three times, and then a clear and pleasant voice: "Excuse me."

She turned to look at it—a stunned woman with a straight face, but a calm look like water, without a wave.

For some reason, it is clear that this woman has never released half of her hostility, but she feels a sense of crisis in her heart, and asks, but someone is faster than her.

"Frosty, you are here." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Yuan Qiongshuang with a smirk in her eyes, her eyes fluttered softly, "how?"

"Hundreds of thousands of souls have been gathered here," Yuan Qiongshuang nodded lightly, and turned over a palm-sized jade box, sounding like a spring, but with a hint of worry, "They can't wait to wait. Action. "

"I know." Ye Zhiqiuyang stopped her words and made a gesture with ears next to the wall. "This game, the outcome is unpredictable, all depends on God's will."

Yuan Qiongshuang gave her a silent look, nodded, and turned to leave.

As she was about to leave the door, she heard Ye Zhiqiu whisper softly: "Shuang Shuang, thank you ... and sorry,"

Yuan Qiongshuang's footsteps, but did not say anything, quickly walked out, but the corner of his eyes flew out of a crystal.

-It turns out that you all know ... Then do you know that what I want is never your apology.

"Ye, Ye, don't you have anything to explain?" Not long after Yuan Qiongshuang left his feet, Leng Yan swiped with a backhand, fell to the door, squinted her eyes, and pushed her around her waist. Hands, turned over and sat face to face on her lap, pressing her shoulders down and looking down at her, "Who is that woman?"

"You said Shuangshuang?" Ye Zhiqiu turned his eyes, leaned obediently on the back of the chair and let herself be restrained by Leng Yan, "She is my disciple of Master Kongyangzi, elder of the Qingyun Academy, my sister."

"And ... eh?" The fingertips of Leng Yanqinliang You Shihanyu lightly touched Ye Zhiqiu's neck, sliding down the curve, slowly resting against her throat, her eyes narrowed, and the purple awns condensed.

"And ... what?" Swallowing along her hand, Ye Zhiqiu was still innocent.

"Oh," Leng Yan smiled, leaned over and approached her soft but erratic sight until her forehead was pressed against her nose, and their breaths were entangled. "You said we are lovers, I believe; you smoked My daughter's Xuan Gong Zhenyuan let her go into the magic, I recognize it; now what are you going to do? One hundred thousand souls? Even the magic repair is not so big ... Ye Zhiqiu, what do you want? You put me again Where is it? "

As the ambiguous posture reached the extreme, the questions thrown out were sharper than one. Ye Zhiqiu sighed, holding Leng Yan at the fingertips of her lifeline, and let out a smile: "I would like to wait for you to remember and talk later ... Since you care so much, it doesn't hurt to tell you. "

She stared at her eyes, seeming to be thinking, and seemed to be phrasing. She smiled just before Leng Yan was about to lose her patience, and she seemed to ask casually: "You just love that your daughter, you know her Who is his father? "

"Why do you ask this?" Leng Yan stared at her squintingly, "... forgot the immortal rebellion."

——If what this disciple is saying is true, and she really has a lover relationship, then how can she have a daughter? By her own temperament, once she has identified her, she will never have any more relationship with other men ...

"Of course you don't remember ... because Qinger doesn't have a father at all." Ye Zhiqiu touched Leng Yan's pale white face, and her voice couldn't help softening.

"... Your?" Leng Yan's eyes widened, and she looked at Ye Zhiqiu in surprise, as if looking at an incredible strange treasure, "Yin Yin is so Yin? So powerful?"

The latter banged her head with anger and amusement, shook her head: "She is not my child." In the eyes that Leng Yan suddenly dim faintly added, "The child's spirit is a ray. Love silk ... your love silk. "

"What? Mine ... love silk?" Leng Yan raised Ye Zhiqiu's collar, and asked, "You speak clearly."

Ye Zhiqiu let his eyes go, looking at the green shade by the window, a bitter bitterness pouring out of his lips: "In that year, there was a silly child who listened to the villain's words and thought that the xuanyin fetus born by the anti-sky method could Continuing the bloodline, revenge for his father, but he did not know that he was caught in the trap of the enemy, was drawn out of love, forgot his previous love, damaged the millennium cultivation, and almost lost his life ... "Glancing at the vacant Leng Yan, she continued "The coffin was built with Shou Chengshan's unique millennium crystal mine, suppressed by the yin-qi of the Arctic Icefield, and nourished daily with mysterious power and real power. Fang kept her immortal after being sealed and her physical body was not broken. ...... It's just that Hongyan is still falling, and blue silk has become snow. "

——I always obey the vows of the past, but you have long forgotten that time.

Stroking Leng Yan's long and ankle-shaped snow hair, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were full of three-point miss, three-point sentimental, but the rest was full of affection: stop, I wish Jun an good, I am full of heart.

"What is that one hundred thousand souls?" The fine and long eyelashes trembled and Leng Yan covered her chest. There was a dull pain in that place. "Who is the enemy ...?"

"One hundred thousand souls is the key to the underworld; it is the energy that captures the heavens; it is also the sacrifice that awakens the altar and breaks the void-and that enemy," Ye Zhiqiu glanced through a cold mang, his lips cornered slightly , But with endless irony, "... oh."

"You mean, a few days ago, there was hundreds of thousands of dead and wounds in the battle over the magic road?" Tong Tong had yelled before Su Yan spoke.

Jasven gave her a nasty look: "Do you want to attract everyone?"

"Oh, oh, I tap, I tap ..." Tong Tong made a zipper action and smirked at Su Suyan with a smile, but in his heart he remembered the enchantment he had broken when he returned from the mystery, and That white-haired witch ...

"Did you go?" Seeing Jasven shaking his head, Su Yan asked again, "Where did the news come from?"

"Every disciple in the five schools has been dispatched to participate in the war, and the Chonghua faction has the largest number, and Ye Zhemen led the team personally ... But in the end, only a few disciples of each faction fled back. The army is gone. "

"What?" Tong Tong was frightened, and even Su Yan couldn't help it.

She and Tong Tong looked at each other, apparently thinking of the same thing.

The author has something to say: why the real name of the big wet chest is cold love ~~ Because she is a ray of love ... you can rest assured that there is no creature like father ==

Then, this chapter has actually revealed the conspiracy in half, and I strive to finish it within ten chapters, hoping to make the story clear.

I want to see what I can start to mention. This is expected to be customized printing. The cover cover friend has already helped me draw it, although it is a bit ...

Finally, happy Lantern Festival ~~

The day after tomorrow I started school, maybe the update will be slow again, please do n’t shoot me hahaha (for death ... 2k novel reading network