Chapter 337： Qing Chan is here

"That figure just now... is it the son?"

Ye Qingchan's eyes were clear and cold, as if she was a little confused.

"Huh, don't you see through? That Ling Xiao is a prodigal at all, what will happen to you following a person like this? If you merge with me and set foot on the top of the world, you will understand how this world is. vast!!"

In the sea of ​​soul, the indifferent and arrogant woman's voice resounded again.

"The pinnacle of heaven and earth... what's the point if there is no son?"

Ye Qingchan raised a chuckle at the corner of her mouth and walked forward with her foot raised.

Son, where are you?

Qing Chan is really worried about you!

Nian Qingjun is dead, but you still have Qingchan!

"You!! It's stupid!! Don't you feel that Ling Xiao has a sinister meaning? He can deceive others, but he can't deceive me. I am so familiar with this kind of breath, he is a demon! !!!"

The ancient soul's voice gradually became angry, and even contained a faint resentment.

Just now in Taixuan Dao Sect, she did not dare to let out a wave of fluctuations.

It just made her a little puzzled, why did Tai Xuan Daozi... actually have some... inexplicable awe of Ling Xiao?

Son?

If she remembers correctly, every Taoist priest of the Supreme Profound Dao Sect seems to be the top of Eastern Xinjiang and is admired by thousands of people.

can…

"Magic? Pouch."

Ye Qingchan suddenly covered his mouth and chuckled, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

Of course he is a demon!

He is the young master of the Ten Thousand Dao Demon Sect!

This ancient soul is really annoying, in order to slander the son, it really does everything!

"What about the devil? If he is not tolerated in the world, then I will accompany him and kill everyone."

In the end, Ye Qingchan only snorted and ignored the ancient soul who was roaring in her ears.

Even if...

One day she will forget the son, and she will always look at her hand holding the sword.

Because, there, she has carved his name.

Ye Qingchan lowered his head and looked at the two long-healed scars on his wrist.

In the blur, it was actually the word "Lingxiao".

Love is nothing but this,

How can the heart be lightly burdened.

There are countless prosperous things in this world,

But I just want to be with you...

Side by side, wait for the sunrise.

The son.

I am not your childhood sweetheart,

It's not that your cardamom just opened.

But in this life...

I will use my life to engrave my name in your heart.

Just like that day, what you promised me will live up to it in this life.

"Qing Chan? Is that you?!"

Just as the cold light in Ye Qingchan's eyes gradually suffocated, a cry of exclamation suddenly came from the ancient forest in the distance.

I saw a figure in white clothes falling from the sky, with surprise on his face.

There was indeed a touch of pale and haggard on the face of pure and handsome appearance.

Gan!

Can you not be haggard?

Even if he ate the fish meat, Ling Xiao was really tired after the fierce battle in the past two days.

No, when Huahua breaks through, he has to cut some meat from it to make up for anything.

Let it transform itself, cut a three-pound five-pound and it won't die, and a hot pot will basically come out.

Give it some healing pills, and think it will heal soon.

Hey? !

Inadvertently, Ling Xiao seemed to have discovered something remarkable?

This is the so-called...recycling right?

Wonderful!

In the realm, beside the Daze.

A figure with a magical light shuddering suddenly for no reason, and the breath on the body seemed to be a little wilting.

"The son!! It really is you!!"

Ye Qingchan was stunned for three breaths, before exclaiming, it turned into an afterimage and plunged into Ling Xiao's arms.

"My son, I miss you!"

"Qing Chan... why are you here?"

Damn it!

Is it really Qingchan?

Did she just... see it?

"I think of the son, so I came down the mountain, son, now I have broken through to the late stage of breaking delusion, you promised me, as long as my realm can catch up with you, let me follow you."

Ye Qingchan raised his head, revealing a delicate and fair face, eyes full of expectation.

"Ok."

Inexplicably, Ling Xiao's eyes suddenly flashed with tenderness.

He could see the sadness and tension on Ye Qingchan's face just now.

Perhaps in the bottom of her heart, she is her only family in this world.

Although she is always indifferent in front of others.

But as soon as she saw herself, she would instantly change back to the innocent smile that used to be in the Northern Wilderness.

This feeling is very good.

Simple, pure, free from the complexity of this world, it is peaceful.

can…

Why is there a struggle in her eyes?

Is it because of...that Suhui?

Three thousand gas luck, in just a few months, Ye Qingchan's gas luck value has surpassed most of the sons of destiny in the holy state.

very scary,

"Your master agreed?"

"Well, the master said, tell me to go down the mountain to practice."

Ye Qingchan pursed his lips and chuckled, and suddenly took out countless psychic treasures from his arms, "Master, I brought you a gift."

"this is…"

Looking at the piles of ancient rune artifacts in front of him, Ling Xiao's face condensed slightly, and immediately raised his hand and gently stroked the girl's cheek.

Although, she never surrendered from beginning to end.

But Ling Xiao understood that it wasn't her reason, the problem mostly came from that Dao Hui.

It's just that now, Ling Xiao's spirit treasure is already comparable to the supreme orthodoxy, how can he covet the good fortune of his own woman.

"I have a great use for this magic talisman. You carry the rest with me. Since you have to stay by my side, you will definitely encounter many dangers. You can protect yourself so that I can feel at ease."

Ling Xiao's voice originally contained warmth, but it fell into Ye Qingchan's ears, but it was somewhat sad.

Son, are you still sad?

After all, Nian Qingyun's death was too sudden.

"My son... I heard..."

"Ok?"

Ling Xiao raised his brows lightly, especially when he saw the sadness in Ye Qingchan's eyes, his heart suddenly jumped.

No way?

Ye Qingchan heard that he and Su Yan...

Gan!

Who leaked the wind?

"Qing Chan, actually I..."

"I know! Nian Qingjun's death will definitely make Young Master sad, so Qing Chan is here, and she has to stay with Young Master..."

Ye Qingchan pressed her face tightly in Ling Xiao's arms, listening to the violent heartbeat of the boy's thumping, her pretty face suddenly raised a splendor, "My son, I'm really... very happy."

"Ok?!"

Happy?

Because... Nian Qingyun is dead?

Suddenly, Ling Xiao felt that he was wise.

The space is still space, the time is still time, no matter how busy you are, you can’t forget to manage.

Otherwise, once there is a conflict between these daughters of destiny, there may not be a day of love and hatred.

At that time... they probably won't die.

After all, there is fate asylum, but I... it's hard to say.

"Guru."

"Qing Chan, thank you, I also... miss you very much."

Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and hugged Ye Qingchan tightly in his arms.

"My son, where are we going now? How about going back to Daocheng first... rest all night."

Ye Qingchan raised her head suddenly, and looked at Ling Xiao affectionately.

But the latter trembled for a moment inexplicably.

This look is again! !

Gan!

Is this the so-called... Drought death due to drought, and flood death due to waterlogging?

"Qingchan, why don't we return to the Ling clan first? I still have something to discuss with my father. Yuanyue Holy Land and Ancient Puppet Sect killed my brothers and friends repeatedly in the secret realm. I can't swallow this breath."

Ling Xiao shook his head, his expression a little gloomy.

And Ye Qingchan just smiled sweetly, nestled in Ling Xiao's arms, and whispered, "Quan Yi Gongzi, who said to kill, Qingchan...killed someone!" We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.