Chapter 322

Misty drizzle, cold air.

Lonely month, hanging in the air, showing a weak and charming light.

Mo Qingge walks in the courtyard, glances at the moon in the sky, and a trace of loss passes through her heart.

It's five or six days. Even if you don't come back, you should at least send a letter back, right?

She sat glumly on the steps, dejected and lonely: "Uncle Huang, are you really angry with Ge'er?"

Usually, uncle Huang would not ignore her for several days even if he was angry with her. This time, most of them were really angry.

She didn't ask much. As long as Uncle Huang came to her, she would forgive her immediately.

But if he doesn't come, hang him out for a few more days!

Hum, she also wants face.

"Song." At this time, the voice of cold red candle came from behind.

"Mother?" Mo Qingge turned around and said, "how did you come out at night?"

Then he put on a cloud brocade cloak for her.

"See you have been sitting outside in a daze, just want to come out and have a look." Cold red candle holding her hand, gentle tone, "tell your mother, is there anything on your mind?"

Mo Qingge shook his head: "No."

She didn't know where to start.

"No?" Leng Hongzhu obviously didn't believe it. She joked, "isn't she thinking about your sweetheart?"

"No, I'm just in a daze." Mo Qingge denied it.

"Song." Leng Hongzhu said with a smile, "Maple that child, good, treat you is also a sincere..."

"Mother!" Mo Qingge interrupted her, "I've already said that I don't have that kind of feeling for Feng, and I won't have it in the future, so don't say anything like that, so you won't let him misunderstand again!"

See her some displeasure, cold red candle has to change a language: "good good, mother don't say."

Then, she asked tentatively, "but, Ge'er, do you really... Like demons?"

She finally said what she had always wanted to ask.

Since Maple mentioned it to her last time, it has always been a knot in her heart.

She worried that Ge'er would be bewitched and deceived by the demons.

"Mother, he is not a monster!" Mo Qingge is upright and serious.

Cold red candle Leng Leng, some accidents.

Did Ge Er admit this?

Leng Hongzhu frowned slightly and worried: "Ge'er, the demons are cruel and ruthless. They are different from us. They don't plan for each other. My mother is afraid that you will be hurt."

In her memory, the war between the Terrans and the demons has been irreconcilable for many years.

Even if there is no fight, there will not be too much intersection.

So, she cares about it.

"I don't know whether the demon clan is cruel or not, but he is not cruel at all. He is very gentle to me." Mo Qingge blurts out.

"But..."

"Mother." Mo Qingge pulled her sleeve, pretending to be coquettish and said, "you should also understand that everything can not be generalized, people are divided into three, six, nine, there are good and bad, among the monsters, there are naturally many good."

She would never judge by race, and naturally she would not be prejudiced against any race for no reason.

As the supreme of the human race, the emperor is insidious and cunning, not to mention other people.

"Well." After a pause, Leng Hongzhu nodded thoughtfully, "what Ge'er said is also good."

"In fact, my mother does not want to interfere in your decision. She is just worried that you will be bullied." Cold red candle tone is gentle, "as long as the song knows, mother respect your any choice."

"Mother, it's very kind of you."

Mo Qingge chuckles and then leans on the saint's leg gently. The years are quiet: "with such an enlightened mother, Ge'er is really happy."

As long as her mother is there, she and her brother are not homeless.

Cold red candle smile silent, low eyes stroking her soft hair, look sweet.

She vowed in her heart that as long as she lived, she would protect the singer and the star for one day.

At this time, outside the courtyard, Shangguan Feng was standing with a gloomy face. He heard the conversation clearly.

He curled up his fingers tightly and his face was not reconciled.

It's not easy for my aunt to believe that what Qingge likes is a demon. As a result, my aunt is convinced by three or two sentences.

For the sake of Qingge, he paid half his life. Why can't she look him in the eye?

He is not reconciled, really not reconciled!

However, he would not give up so easily.

"Qingge, one day, you will be mine!"

Shangguan Maple gloomy face, showing a little black abnormal look.

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Late at night, Mo Qingge sleepless, into the space XuanZhen, will xiaopang and Xiaoshou called out.

Today, she is still in a bad mood.

"Why do you call us out in the middle of the night?" Xiao Pang speaks a mechanical voice and says.

"I want you to come out, not to accompany me to practice. What else can it be?" Mo Qingge turned his eyes.

The three-month period is now less than one month.

A few days ago, she was absent-minded, and her cultivation was not in the state. There were still four weaknesses left.

"You are in poor cultivation these days. You'd better go back to sleep." Xiaoshou said sarcastically.

"This time, I'm going to shut up!" Mo Qingge gave a cold hum.

She is too weak to protect her mother and herself.

Therefore, she is eager to improve her strength, not only for them, but also for... To wake Xuanli up as soon as possible.

The last time she made Ning soul pill, at the last moment, Xuan Li overdraw, almost failed, and almost died.

The key moment is Xuanli's hand. With the help of Xuanli's power, she successfully refined the Ning soul pill and saved her mother's life.

And Xuanli also exhausted Xuanli and fell into a deep sleep.

She has always felt guilty about it.

"Come on!"

Since her heart knot is gloomy, she will turn it into strength and concentrate on cultivation!

"Then I'll come!"

The fat puppet's words fell, and he went straight out with one punch.

Bang——

"Ah..." before Mo Qingge was ready, he flew out and landed heavily.

She quickly got up, Xuanwen Bracelet turned into a long sword, soared up in the air, the violent sword shock, the fat puppet back out.

Immediately, Mo Qingge touched the ground with her toes and threw out two concealed weapons with her backhand to block the poison needle from the thin puppet.

Wheezing wheezing——

A row of poison needle, inserted in the boulder, into the stone three points.

The two iron puppets looked at each other and were surprised.

Today, how is the girl in such a good state?

Suspended in the air, Mo Qingge also feels that he has plenty of Xuanli in his body, as if he can break through the bottleneck at any time.

"Come on." Mo Qingge waved to them, "in a month, I'm going to dismantle you two iron pimples!"