Mind-reading cute baby: Let's spoil my mother to heaven!

Chapter 233 The Ice Child (11)

Ye Qingluan patted the bone whip.

"Bone Essence" seemed to have seen through Ye Qingluan's mind, he hesitated a little, but finally stretched out his body and let go of the lock of hair.

The bone whip retreated by itself, like a snake, and returned to Ye Qingluan's hand.

On the contrary, the transparent silk thread did not move at all, and still tied the hair firmly, so that the hair had no chance to struggle and resist.

Ye Qingluan patted the bone whip lightly, not only to appease, but also to praise.

Then she said to the lock of hair: "Since beating is meaningless, let's stop beating. Can we make it clear?"

The hair suddenly fell silent again.

Ye Qingluan sighed, and simply sat down cross-legged on the top of the cabinet.

Anyway, with the transparent silk thread tied on her arm, she can move freely now, not afraid of falling off.

What's more strange at this time is that one end of the transparent silk thread is tied around her arm, and the other end is tied with the hair.In addition, she was sitting cross-legged like this, and the hair was flying lightly in mid-air—this time, it was as if the hair was a kite that she let fly at will.

No matter how wild the kite is, the string is held in the palm of the owner's hand.So, she's the master of her hair now.

Tsk, this feeling is weird.

With a psychological advantage, she was more patient and troubled: "Little hair, let me tell you, I know you died unjustly, and after many years of death, no one has avenged you."

"You hate the person who killed you, so you have been reluctant to reincarnate, you would rather turn into such a small lock of hair with resentment, and then use this hair to strangle the pilgrim who sleeps in this guest house at night , let their screams be your warning. Right?"

"I know that you have to avenge this revenge before you are willing to re-enter reincarnation. Now that we are here, and you have the opportunity to confide in me face to face, why are you silent?"

"...Also, I'm a little strange. It's not because you can't make a sound at all, so you use the method of restraining the pilgrim, and let the pilgrim's screams serve as a warning for you."

Ye Qingluan slowly turned his arm while speaking.

With the help of that transparent silk thread, as soon as she turned her arm, the hair on the other side also flipped upside down.

"...But you clearly spoke just now. Little hair, are you able to speak or not, huh?"

"If you really can't speak, then why did I hear it with my own ears just now? And if you can speak, then why did you harm the pilgrims and deliberately make these mysteries?"

Ye Qingluan definitely sincerely wanted to hear about that hair's grievances, and Ye Qingluan definitely felt that the fact that her hair was clearly able to speak just now was inconsistent with her way of strangling people.

But for some reason, the hair suddenly became angry.

"Are you still saying that I'm playing tricks on you? It's clear that you are the one who created these tricks!"
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Ye Qingluan was stunned: "What the hell? Why am I being mysterious? What does this have to do with me?"

Besides, she is not a person who is afraid of taking responsibility, but she has to understand what she did, right? She can't take the blame, can she?

As a result, the hair became more and more angry: "Of course I can't speak! Just because I am a condensate of resentment, it has already consumed all my spiritual power to condense a wisp of breath into an entity like hair. How can I still cultivate?" Come out with the ability to speak?"

Ye Qingluan nodded: "Yes, that's why I ask you, why are you suddenly able to speak now?"

That hair trembled again with anger: "...It's you! It's you who asked me to say it!"

Ye Qingluan was almost confused, and raised her hands helplessly: "Me? I was wronged, and I don't have the ability to make you speak..."

For the next half an hour, she and Xiaofa quarreled for a long time about this matter, but no one was able to convince the other.

In the end, Mu Mian couldn't take it anymore, and reminded below: "Master, my arms are sore."

Only then did Ye Qingluan sigh: "Okay, little hair, I think it's because of the grievances you have accumulated for many years, I won't quarrel with you, you say it's me, it's me."

Years of grievances are of course stubborn, even if she is given another three days and three nights, she probably won't be able to quarrel with this little hair.

She still gave up, telling the truth tonight was more important.

"...Then just tell me what happened. How can I help you, so that you can be liberated, and then obediently rush into reincarnation, reincarnate, and stop harming this temple. people here, huh?"
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When Ye Qingluan followed Mu Yin and Mu Mian back to Shanyue Gate, it was dawn.

Ye Qingluan was already so sleepy that he stood on the flying sword and kept falling down.

Mu Yin was so frightened that his big sword hit the mountain several times.

But it's strange to say that Ye Qingluan looked at the tottering sword again, but she didn't fall off the big sword after all.

The reason was that the transparent silk thread wrapped around her arm helped her stabilize her figure at a critical moment.

When they returned to Shanyue Gate, Mu Yin had no choice but to let the big sword fly to the window of her mountain house, threw her in through the window, and landed directly on the bed.

Then Ye Qingluan just turned his back to the sky, with his limbs spread out, and slept until he woke up naturally.

When she opened her eyes, she felt a little cold at the corner of her mouth.She hastily wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, worried that she was drooling because she was too focused on sleeping.

The moment she wiped the corner of her mouth, she suddenly saw someone in her own room!

The little ice boy came at some time, and sat quietly beside her bed, not making a sound, but staring at her with deep eyes.

She was so frightened that she yelled "Wow" on the spot.

Mu Youzi's face was full of helplessness, and he looked at her with his slender fingertips resting on his forehead.

Ye Qingluan also sighed: "I don't sleep well, so what's the matter if you come in and stare? Are you polite?"

She is a girl, and she used to sleep on her back with her limbs spread out... Of course it doesn't matter when she sleeps in this position, as long as she sleeps comfortably, there is no need to change it for anyone.

However, if there is an extra audience around, the situation is another matter.

"Please, Mu Youzi, I'm also a girl. You came in without even knocking on the door when they were sleeping, and you sat on the side of the bed and watched them sleep. Don't you think it's a bit too much?"

He thought for a while, nodded silently, and then grabbed a pen and paper to write for her: "I knocked on the door. No one answered, so I came in by myself. "

Ye Qingluan almost vomited.

What is this?He came to knock on the door, but of course she didn't hear it when she was asleep!
But who said he can come in casually if she doesn't answer the door?
Seeing the anger on her face, he wrote bluntly: "...I am your uncle, not an outsider."

(End of this chapter)