After rebirth, Pei Jiuye overturned raising cubs

Qiao Luoyan slowly stretched out her arms, feeling the joy of all the flowers, plants, trees and creatures around her.

At this moment, the power bestowed upon her by heaven and earth allows her to communicate with everything in the world.

Vigorous vitality rewarded her with an unparalleled sense of comfort, feeling that the filth all over her body had been washed away.

Qiao Luoyan walked up to her parents, pursed her lips and scanned the vibrant scenery around her.

She said in a gentle voice: "In the future, anyone who wants to steal this dragon vein luck will be backlashed by the divine power of Emperor Fuxi."

In fact, whether the dragon veins were stolen by others, according to Qiao Luoyan's temperament in the past, it is better to do less than to do more, so he will not intervene.

But once this matter got involved with the people of Huoyun Ama Temple, she couldn't sit idly by.

She wanted those culprits who had caused her to be in the organization for nearly seven years, and escaped from death. All delusions would be broken by her own hands.

At this moment, seeing the dragon's veins with exhausted spiritual energy being restored, watching it burst into luck.

Qiao Luoyan felt the hidden gratitude conveyed to her by all the creatures within a hundred miles, which made her feel happy from the bottom of her heart.

It's like finding a lifelong goal, which is the responsibility she should shoulder.

Some things are really wonderful, and what you experience invisibly cannot be described in words.

Yan Ziang lowered his head and looked at his daughter excitedly, his face full of pride.

He exclaimed, "It's really, really great!"

With the protection of Emperor Fuxi, China's luck will not be stolen by others.

The dragon's veins are too important. China's national destiny and aura will never be taken by any foreign forces.

The Yan family has guarded China from generation to generation, and each generation will die or injure countless members in order to protect the resources of this land where no one can see.

They are able to undertake this responsibility without hesitation, relying on the faith and tenacity instilled in them from birth, as well as the absolute strength passed down by the family.

Every time the Yan family was born, it could not be said that they fought alone, but they never had gods to protect them.

But in his generation, the arrival of the ancient righteous god Fuxi the Great, even if it was just a phantom miracle, was enough to make Yan Ziang emotional.

Disasters are about to break out, and the ancient Chinese martial arts world is in danger.

The daughter has the art against the heavens, and is protected by Emperor Fuxi, it is like sending charcoal in a timely manner, God bless China!
Qiao Luoyan felt Yan Ziang's uncontrollable excitement.

She held the other's arm affectionately, smiled and bent her beautiful eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up almost invisibly: "The enchantment laid here will not be broken in a hundred years."

When Yan Ziang heard this, he sighed, "A hundred years is enough."

He is not greedy, and Chinese descendants are born in large numbers.

After a hundred years, he will be buried in peace, and there will be a new generation of outstanding descendants who will take on the responsibility of guarding this land.

Qiao Luoyan looked at the lush scenery in the distance, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and found that the signal and network of the mobile phone had been restored.

She said softly: "The snow has melted, it's time for us to set off."

The way back to Haicheng was delayed for two days, and the Chinese New Year was coming soon.

After the next year, there will be a pill auction meeting. The time seems to be ample, but it is actually very tight.

Yan Ziang patted the back of his daughter's hand and said softly, "Okay, let's go back and pack our luggage."

He hugged the tired-looking lady who was standing beside him, and the little daughter who was hanging on his arm, and turned to leave the woods where the aura rose from the ground.

Qiao Luoyan followed for two steps and found something was missing.

She turned around to search, and saw Pei Yinan standing under the tree with one hand in his pocket.

The other party's handsome and coquettish face with picturesque eyebrows was shrouded in the mottled shadow of the trees, his black eyes were deep and warm, and his whole body released a cold aura.

When he noticed Qiao Luoyan looking over, Pei Yinan's lips curved into a forced smile.

He tried his best to let a gentle smile bloom on his cold face.

However, after witnessing the ancient righteous god Fuxi the Great, hugging Qiao Luoyan tightly in his arms, Pei Jiuye, who was almost forgotten here, felt depressed to the bottom of the valley.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't show a smile.

The scene of Emperor Fuxi holding Qiao Luoyan's waist was replaying in his mind all the time.

When the other party let go of Qiao Luoyan, he still stroked the slender waist that he could wrap around with one arm in an ambiguous manner.

Pei Yinan's eyes were full of jealousy and annoyance, and the anger in his heart could not be suppressed at all.

This feeling of powerlessness made him angry, but at the same time he desperately wanted to be stronger.

Even if he couldn't fight against Emperor Fuxi, at least the next time he encountered such a situation, he would not be suppressed by the overwhelming divine power, without any ability to act, and could only watch helplessly as the opponent took advantage of Qiao Luoyan.

Seeing that Pei Yinan's cold and hard jawline was tense, and his deadly cold and angry eyes were filled with an emotion called jealousy.

Qiao Luoyan finally realized that things seemed out of control.

In her eyes, Pei Jiuye is now like a big furnace, with flames burning wantonly all over his body.

This is the aftereffect of the other party's pure and yang physique, practicing fire-type kung fu.

I don't know why Pei Yinan was so angry, and almost fell into a trend of madness.

Qiao Luoyan let go of Yan Ziang's arm, turned around and walked towards Pei Yinan, whose eyes were scarlet like a beast not far away, who was gradually losing his mind.

After she got closer, she realized that Pei Yinan's exquisite facial features were as cold as snow, and her noble and proud aura remained undiminished.

But his facial expression was almost crazy, and there was a sickly glint in his dark and invisible eyes.

"Ninth Master!"

Qiao Luoyan called out to the other party, and firmly held the other party's hands hanging by his side.

Regardless of the excessive zhenqi she consumed, she transported all the spiritual power condensed in her dantian to Pei Yinan's body.

Sensing her intention, Pei Yinan broke free from that soft and boneless hand.

Regardless of the Yan family in the distance still looking at him, he opened his arms and hugged Qiao Luoyan into his arms.

Thinking of the ambiguous behavior of Emperor Fuxi before, he tightly circled it with his strong arms, and Qiao Luoyan gripped her slender waist.

He lowered his head, and his perfect jaw rested on Qiao Luoyan's shoulder socket.

Smelling the familiar sensual and cold fragrance, Pei Yinan not only was not comforted, but became more extreme.

His deep eyes glowed like fireworks, and the extreme danger released from his whole body almost burned his sanity.

Qiao Luoyan, who was hugged suddenly, did not push away Pei Jiuye who seemed to be about to collapse.

She put her arms around the other's strong waist, her pale black eyes were replaced by deep worry.

Qiao Luoyan tilted her head, looked at Qingjun's side face, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Pei Yinan didn't bother to say the sticky love.

But at this moment, he desperately wants to know what kind of position he occupies in Qiao Luoyan's heart.

His thin lips moved, his voice was difficult, and he asked in a low voice: "Qiaoer, do you like me at all?"