I just want to be a salted fish

Ling Lingqi, as an ordinary spiritual cultivator, possesses the supernatural power of killing immortals for no reason. To the heavens, this is a threat. He always challenges the authority of the heavens, and must be strictly investigated and interrogated.

No matter what the final interrogation result is, they will not let people leave the heaven easily.

Even so, Ling Youqian still didn't want to part with her baby, and couldn't tolerate her daughter casually following other men.

So he curled his lips and said aggrievedly to his daughter-in-law: "Thank you, thank you, don't think about abducting my little baby Qi so easily."

Ye Ximiao shook her head helplessly.

Her husband is a famous daughter slave.

When he was separated from his daughter last time, Xianggong cried so much.

Before going out, he agreed to send his daughter to Xuantianzong's main gate and then go back.

In the end, he was lucky, not only broke his promise, but also bribed the guards of Xuantianzong, sent his daughter to the dormitory by himself, then helped to wash and make the bed by himself.

Up and down, inside and out, I carefully browsed the layout of the room, for fear that my daughter would not live comfortably.

Under her urging, Ling Youqian reluctantly left.

After returning home, he locked himself in the room for a whole day, as if their daughter went to Xuantianzong and never returned.

Looking at that little figure gone away again today, Ye Ximiao's eyes were filled with distress and worry, and she couldn't help but sighed deeply, finally believing in her husband's premonition back then.

The evil spirit alone is enough for my baby, and at the same time possesses the supernatural power of killing immortals. During those days in Zhuxiantai, the pain and suffering my daughter suffered was not something ordinary people could bear.

Now, it was a miracle among miracles that people could appear alive and kicking before her eyes.

The more Ye Ximiao thought about it, the more she felt distressed, wishing that she could bear all the pain for her daughter.

She has nothing else to ask for in this life, but she only hopes that Empress Hushan can always protect Ling Lingqi from being captured by the gods of the heavens, otherwise Ling Lingqi will be imprisoned in the sky prison as a different kind for the rest of her life.

Ling Lingqi is here.

As soon as Feng Xianyun took her hand and sat down, the door of the room was gently closed by Qingluo.

Just as Ling Lingqi was about to speak, Feng Xianyun quickly bent down, covered her mouth with her slender fingers, and whispered softly: "Don't talk, let mother take a good look at you."

Feng Xianyun's eyes are very beautiful, the eyeballs are as bright as sapphires, and there is a very inconspicuous little tear mole in the corner of the right eye, it's seductive but not charming, I feel pity for it.

It can be said that Feng Jiuyue's peach blossom eyes are inherited from Feng Xianyun.

Just when Ling Lingqi was fascinated by those blue eyes, Feng Xianyun slightly parted her red lips and said, "You are not the girl I saw at Fox Mountain that day."

Feng Xianyun revealed Ling Lingqi's secret with one word.

Ling Lingqi's complexion turned slightly pale, and she was so nervous that she subconsciously clenched her small pink fist.

Feng Xianyun took a panoramic view of her little movements, and continued: "The child's eyes are very clean and bright, without any impurities, giving people the impression of being very innocent and lovely, pure and innocent."

"As for your eyes, there is an endless sense of desolation. Although you conceal it very well, as long as you look carefully, you can still see the mystery inside."

"But the attitude towards you in September seems to be the same as before. He stays with you almost day and night. It is impossible not to see the clues in this."

"It's not that Ah Yue can't see it, but he already knew that there are two me with different temperaments." Ling Lingqi confessed directly, not intending to hide her situation from Feng Xianyun.