Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 1122 She Is Your Mother

In order to make sure everything was safe, Gong Qingying took out a palm-sized bronze mirror and compared it repeatedly with the woman in white in the portrait. Those clear phoenix eyes were exactly the same as hers.

Her heart skipped a beat, and Gong Qingying stopped breathing instantly, staring blankly at the woman in white.

"Could she be Ruan Ninghuang?" Gong Qingying's words were astonishing, and You Mingye was almost furious: "Of course not!"

"Then who is she?" Gong Qingying looked at You Mingye with a frown. The woman in white only had a pair of phoenix eyes like her. If it was really the original owner's biological mother, Ruan Ninghuang, their mother and daughter should not be so different.

You Mingye looked at the woman in white affectionately, and after contemplating for a while, he looked sideways at Gong Qingying and said, "Little fox, I don't know, should I tell you?!"

"Don't you have something to hide?" Gong Qingying blew away the dust on the white stone bed with a flick of her sleeves, sat on the side of the stone bed with her arms akimbo exhausted, took out some dry food from her portable space, and began to eat.

Along the way, she started getting hungry again.

You Mingye sighed deeply, and cast a spell to tidy up the white stone bed, and then took out the quilt and pillows carried in the red Qiankun bag and placed them: "It should be safe to have a baby here!"

"Don't change the subject with me!" Gong Qingying asked while eating sweet cakes: "You must know this woman in white, and according to my inference, she has a very close relationship with Zongheng Wushuang, maybe she is Zongheng Wushuang's wife !"

You Mingye paused, and a couple of immortals in fluttering white clothes appeared in his mind. The man at that time was neither called Zongheng Wushuang, nor Samsara Soul Eater, nor was he a Samsara saint.

Gong Qingying looked at You Mingye suspiciously: "You Mingye, the Soul Eater Needle is a mysterious spiritual weapon refined by the sage of reincarnation, how could it become the treasure of the Youming Sect?"

After You Mingye arranged the two red mandarin duck pillows, he turned around and sat beside Gong Qingying. He glanced back at the woman in white and said, "It's a token from her to my mother!"

Gong Qingying's heart trembled, and she looked at her nervously: "Then what is the relationship between her and your mother?"

"Although she is my mother's junior sister, they love sisters!" You Mingye's words were like a bomb exploding in Gong Qingying's heart: "Then what is the relationship between her and me?"

You Mingye tightly pursed her scarlet thin lips, and finally, under the gaze of Gong Qingying, she had no choice but to say, "Little fox, she is your mother!"

The word "mother" is too unfamiliar to Gong Qingying!
No matter in her previous life or in the supernatural world, she has never seen her biological parents, but what she sees here now is difficult to distinguish, even as strange as passers-by.

There was a burst of sadness in the nose, and tears spewed out. Gong Qingying felt very distressed, looked at the woman in white in the portrait with tears in her eyes, and sobbed, "Why do we only have eyes?"

You Mingye couldn't laugh or cry: "Little fox, you have been reincarnated countless times, and you can see a little similarity, which is already very good!"

Yes, she actually forgot!

She has been dead for thousands of years, how many times has she been reincarnated now?
Gong Qingying was full of doubts, looked at You Mingye and continued to ask: "I have remembered some past events in Youdu, but I have never remembered my parents. Are they still alive?"

"Little fox, you have remembered the past in Youdu, but have you ever remembered our affairs?" A gleam of light flashed in You Mingye's peach blossom eyes, but it was Gong Qingying who shook his head who answered him. Scarlet thin lips, no longer speak.

Gong Qingying held his arm, shook it and said, "You Mingye, answer me first!"

　Happy National Day, folks.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)