"Age..." The look on di Xing's face became more and more strange. Even long Qing's love was an expression that could not be expressed.

Cloud dance has been practiced for many years, and now it has been practiced to a level that no one can match. Its appearance has always been kept at the youngest and most beautiful time. They can't tell exactly how old it is.

After thinking about it carefully for a long time, long qingai selectively ignored the previous question and said, "mom has been in mainland China for a long time. As for age Mother has already reached the highest level of cultivation. It's hard to say how old she is. "

This words finish saying, her vision also some inquiry of fall on the stranger flower body.

It's not that she's stupid, but that the flowers in front of her face and bones are only about 20 years old. What does it have to do with the ancestral level of Yunwu?

But she also had a strange feeling of blood connection in her heart.

Is this the daughter of Yunwu and Longqing?

At that time, she had no idea that this young woman was her grandmother.

But that's all in the future.

The flowers in the street were stunned for a moment when they heard the words. Their hands were shaking violently, and some water appeared in the wood.

It's really not that she is too fragile, but cloud dance is the existence that she would rather her soul dissipate than protect in her previous life. After a hundred years, now she really gets the news from her daughter. How can she not be excited?

At the moment, she can't take care of anything. She holds long qingai's thin shoulder tightly and stares at her with burning eyes. "Where is she now?"

She could hardly restrain her passionate emotion. Even her hand on long qingai's shoulder was still shaking.

Being looked at with such eager eyes by the flowers on the street, long qingai didn't get angry even half a minute. He was stunned and replied: "Mom and dad have gone to travel together, and they will come back only once a year."

In order to pass the long and boring days, they simply love the dragon and travel around the world all the year round.

Mo Shanghua's hand on long qingai's shoulder suddenly loosened, and her eyes swept over long qingai's pretty face, as well as di Xing and di Yan. Then she took her eyes back and murmured in a low voice: "she's good if she's well off."

Di Yan raised her small face, which was not big enough to slap, and came up to her, "what's the relationship between you and my grandmother?"

Mo Shanghua looks at the little person in front of her, and her eyes are gradually far away. "I'm the mother of cloud dance."

After a pause, she added softly, "an incompetent mother."

These words, like a bolt from the blue, came to the ears of Long Qing Ai Di Xing Di Yan. The three of them looked at the flowers in front of them, who were only about 20 years old. They were completely petrified on the spot.

What the hell is this?

……

Long qingai Dixing and his wife endure the unspeakable shock in their hearts and invite Mo Shanghua back to the private villas of the four families.

The four retired old men of the four families were all called over, and di Xing explained the situation to them.

After hearing about the origin of the flower, the four old men were all speechless and looked up and down at the flower with strange eyes.

Although Mo Shanghua is young now, the memories of her two previous lives add up to a few hundred years old, which is older than the four old men.

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