i have a sword fairy

Chapter 210
Zhao Rong doesn't like dusk.

Twilight in this world.

At this moment, he looked up.

On the horizon in the distance, there is a horizontal row of black mountains, and the blood-red setting sun has completely fallen into it, without a trace.

The last afterglow hanging in the sky is gradually dimming, like a late old man, lifeless.

The night covers the earth, and how can the human lights on the earth resist this suffocating darkness like fate.

Zhao Rong hated this feeling, since he came to this world in a different sense after waking up the memory of his previous life, almost every dusk gave Zhao Rong a sense of detachment that he didn't belong here.

Out of place.

Because in the night of the previous life in the memory, the lights around me are sometimes brighter than the day, there are too many attractive things, there is almost no boundary between day and night, and I seldom stay in the darkness for a moment, feeling the engulfment surrounded by darkness depression.

But now, even in the four mansions of Taiqing in Duyou City, the lights of the fairy house on the mountain can't drive away the dark giant's footsteps.

When it gets dark, it means the end of the day, separation and loneliness.

It's just that the sense of detachment that made Zhao Rong uncomfortable began to gradually fade away.

Because his kite, which was off the ground, had been pulled back to the ground by several strings.

"call……"

Zhao Rong gently exhaled a foul breath from his chest.

He narrowed his eyes and glanced at the Nanci Jingshe in the distance, and the tall buildings in the secluded courtyard by the river were lighting up some dim lights, one grain after another.

Zhao Rong subconsciously squeezed Qing Jun's hand, and said without turning his head.

"Or, let's go for a walk elsewhere. In fact, it's quite early."

A few days ago, the two were together until the moon was high before they reluctantly parted, but today, Qing Jun offered Zhao Rong to send her back to Nanci Jingshe early.

But at this time, the two walked back to Nanci Jingshe very slowly.

Concubine Zhao Ling, who had been quiet on the road for a long time, was silent for a moment and shook her head when she heard this, "Brother Rong, you are leaving tomorrow morning, so let's rest early today."

Zhao Rong noticed the depressed mood of the woman beside him.

He pursed his lips and stopped suddenly.

Concubine Zhao Ling clasped hands with Zhao Rong, and when he pulled her, she also stopped, turning her head curiously.

next second.

Zhao Rong reached out, grabbed the white jade hanging from Concubine Zhao Ling's waist, and took off "Qing Jing".

The purple qi from the east is the first-class auspicious qi in the world, and it is also related to the Taoist scriptures. It is extremely mysterious and has a childlike innate wisdom. One of the magic effects after the monk's natal object.

After Zhao Rong got Qingjing, he didn't practice it. Instead, he took a fancy to its strange use of changing all things, and transformed Qingjing into a white jade decorative Luo Ying, which he gave to Qingjun.

However, because of the gift from the strange old man in Zhongnanshan, Qingjing is very close to Zhao Rong, and he can be regarded as Qingjing's master in a sense.

So before Zhao Rong changed it into a purple Luoying, Qingjing has almost kept this form unchanged for a long time, hanging on the white jade.

At this time, Zhao Rong looked at the neat and clean hand, and then raised his eyes to look at Qingjun's attire. He thought for a moment, and his mind moved.

Immediately, Luo Ying silently bloomed into a ball of elegant purple air in Zhao Rong's hands.

This scattered mist state lasted only three breaths.

In an instant.

The pure purple air gathered again, and condensed into a... purple villain.

The little guy was the size of a palm, his face was fuzzy, and his purple aura was erratic.

It can be roughly seen that it looks like a slender and petite girl.

Wearing shofar braids and wearing a small skirt.

The little girl was floating in Zhao Rong's hand, turning her head in a daze, looking around.

Concubine Zhao Ling quietly looked at Brother Rong and the newly transformed little guy in his hand, her eyes were a little curious.

Zhao Rong watched the little girl's clean appearance for a while, then nodded in satisfaction.

This appearance and the attire of the chest-length skirt are indeed very similar to Qing Jun in his memory when he was a child.

It is undoubtedly the daughter.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth curled up, and he stretched out a finger to touch Qing Jing's little head.

The little girl who was looking around ignorantly saw a "thick and long" stick approaching, she shrank back sensitively, not letting him rub, but immediately found that Zhao Rong had an aura of her closeness and liking, and then again Floating forward, he took the initiative to open two slender arms to embrace Zhao Rong's fingers, rubbed his face against the fingertips, and became intimate.

While teasing Qingjing with his fingers, Zhao Rong spoke to her with a serious expression and a serious tone.

"Girl, dad is leaving tomorrow, and we will be a little far away from you and your mother for a while. When I'm not around, you have to accompany your mother for me. If she's bored in the house day and night, For practice, you have to take her out for more walks and play with her; if she secretly misses me like a fool, well, you have to write this down and tell me later, there is a reward for you."

Zhao Rong paused slightly, and glanced at the silent Qing Jun.

At this time, Qiu Shui narrowed her long eyes, her eyes were curved, her lips were curved, she was staring at him and the "children" without blinking, like a kitten that ate dried fish.

Zhao Rong coughed twice, suppressing the raised corners of his mouth.

He lowered his voice, leaned his head forward, as if there was no one around, and cautiously told Qing Jing who was close at hand:
"Ahem, of course, the most important thing is to stand guard for daddy, girl, remember, if your mother talks to any man other than me for more than three sentences at a time, you should hurry up and tell me, hmph, look How can I teach your mother a lesson...do you remember?"

The clean little girl tilted her head, facing Zhao Rong, and was dazed after hearing his words.

However, when she heard the question in a slightly heavy tone from "Daddy", her small body trembled and she couldn't speak for a while, so she quickly nodded like garlic.

"Pfft."

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't hold back, and burst into a smile.

Like a white lotus blooming in the darkness.

Zhao Rong's gaze was fixed on Qingjun for a moment, and he was slightly stunned when he saw this, but soon his expression became serious, and he said in a serious tone:

"Mother, what are you laughing at? Don't look, it's you, if you dare to take advantage of your husband's absence..."

Concubine Zhao Ling hurriedly turned her face sternly, her tone was annoyed, but she said with joy in her eyes: "Brother Rong is messing around again, he is not serious... I don't want to talk to you anymore."

She raised her chin, her neck was white and round, she raised her head like a proud swan, and turned her head away.

Zhao Rong suddenly didn't dare to make trouble anymore.

However, he felt a little relieved, at least Qing Jun should not feel sad about being disturbed by him.

Zhao Rong glanced at the arrogant posture of the lady. After spending so many days together, he didn't know that this was the appearance of coaxing him.

Zhao Rongchong winked at Qingjing... Well, in fact, he used some kind of mind that was connected in the dark to convey some meaning to Qingjing.

next moment.

Qing Jing left Zhao Rong's palm and flew to Concubine Zhao Ling. She grabbed Concubine Zhao Ling's sleeve with her little hand, but the latter ignored her.

With a small body, Qing Qing hugged Concubine Zhao Lingfei's onion finger, shaking it from side to side delicately, and rubbed her palm with her body from time to time.

On the other side, Zhao Rong thought to himself, "Sure enough, a good daughter did not raise you in vain", then smiled and reached out to catch Qing Jun's other plain hand.

Concubine Zhao Ling struggled for the hand that was captured by him, but she still couldn't pull it out in the end, so she let Zhao Rong hold it gently, she still turned her head away, not looking at him.

Zhao Rong said in a soft voice, "Okay, the child's mother...Qing Jun, I was wrong, for the child's sake, please forgive my husband."

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her chin, glanced at Zhao Rong, her voice was cold, "Hmph, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Rong thought for a while, and cautiously probed: "Should we have a son? Do you like boys?"

Qing Jing, who was acting like a baby, suddenly paused, the little girl lowered her head and wrung her hands, but Zhao Rong ignored her.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, turned her head, and shaved the shameless Rong Er.

Couldn't help stretching out his jade hand and hitting Zhao Rong with a powder fist.

However, there was a smile in her eyebrows and eyes.

For a while, the two were fighting together.

The one next to her was clean and happily circled around Zhao Rong and Concubine Zhao Ling.

In the dark night, it was like a purple ribbon binding the two together.

…………

　Cough cough, I didn't expect Xiao Rong to be able to drink water...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)