The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 742 Star marks?Yunya?
The almond eyes are sharp, and the cold light suddenly turns around!
The moment she saw clearly the person following behind her, the coldness overflowing from her almond eyes slowly subsided.

Looking at the dirty child, the white steamed buns in her arms turned into gray steamed buns, she frowned slightly, "What are you following me for?"

She also thought it was some unruly person.

Facing Qingqing's inquiry, the little boy did not speak, and only protected the dusty steamed bun with both hands.

On the dirty face, those dark pupils were very bright.

These eight or nine similar faces aroused the regret of Xiao Douding's death in her heart.

At that time, she just forgot about the matter, and she was crying with many people in the magic prison, only Xiao Douding was like her, although she only had a few words of friendship.

But Xiao Douding was eaten by the demon soldiers in front of her, and the blood splashed all over her face. She still can't forget the warm and wet feeling.

Therefore, looking at the little boy seemed to be a little more patient.

"I'll leave if you don't say anything."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left, followed by the people who walked two steps behind.

She stops and the little boy stops, she goes and the little boy follows.

After walking back and forth for a while, Qingqing stopped and turned around, "Why are you following me?"

The opposite party was still dull and silent, Qingqing touched her purse, walked over and handed out the taels of silver, "You take the taels of silver and buy something to eat."

The little boy's dark pupils stared at the unconnected silver, carefully opened the tightly packed steamed bun, and handed out half of it.

The meaning is obvious, this half is for Qingqing to eat.

In the little boy's world, that little steamed bun is everything, but now he is willing to share half of it.

For some reason, she accidentally reached out and caught the half of the steamed bun.

Focusing her eyes on the dirty steamed buns, she softened her face and squatted down to look at the little boy, "Why are you alone?"

"Where are your parents?"

"It's dangerous for a child to be outside alone."

Although there are no demons making trouble now, there are still wicked people in this world.

The little boy didn't speak, just lowered his head and ate the dirty steamed buns.

She frowned, "Are your parents gone?"

The little boy raised his round eyes and blinked once, meaning to nod.

Then he continued to sip the steamed buns with his head down, as if he was eating some delicious food in the world.

Qingqing's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and she couldn't bear it.

Ji Ye didn't know when she would come back, she was bored by herself anyway, should she have someone to accompany her?

After struggling with her thoughts, she looked up at the shy little boy, "Since your parents are gone, are you willing to follow your sister?"

"If you worship my sister as a teacher, you can follow her."

Just because this little boy has a similar face to Xiao Douding, make a good relationship.

During the time when Ji Ye is not around, he can also talk to her.

She was still bored by herself.

When the time comes, the little boy will be successful in his studies, and he will be regarded as doing a good deed.

The little boy stopped chewing, glanced cautiously, and then quickly lowered his eyes.

Qingqing was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

After a while, the little boy suddenly turned around and ran away.

Qingqing stood up slowly, looked at the running figure and smiled Qingqing, it seemed that there was no such fate.

Forget it, she should compete with her wedding dress.

As soon as he turned around, a timid childish voice suddenly sounded, "Master."

Qingqing paused and looked back.

I saw that one little boy turned into two.

Next to the dirty little boy, followed by a little pupil with white hair and white eyebrows.

Take a closer look, there are violet pupils in the peach eyes that haven't bloomed yet, they are extremely beautiful.

"master."

The white-haired girl suddenly called her master to make her squat for a while, her eyes moved back and forth between the two of them.

what's going on?
She accepted one apprentice, why did two come out?
Seeing that the white-haired boy is like a little fairy boy, even if he is still young, he can feel the alienation and indifference in him.

"Cough..." Qingqing coughed lightly, and it was too late to repent now.

Forget it, one apprentice teaches, and two apprentices teach together.

"Come with me." She turned and left without saying much, and the two little boys followed one after the other.

Pushing open the gate and entering the courtyard, Qingqing turned around and saw the white-haired boy following in, while the boy who looked the same as Xiao Douding was still standing outside the door.

"You will live here from now on?"

"The two of you live in the same room. Go fetch water and wash yourself later."

She gave an order, and the two little boys left side by side.

Qingqing pushed open the door of Jiye's room with her arms around the things she bought today, and put the things she bought on the table with a snickering smile on her face.

Hey, there are only two rooms in this courtyard.

The two cheap apprentices sleep in one room, and wait for Silent Night to come back... Hee hee.

Aware of her terrible thoughts, she quickly stopped and put away the things she bought.

As soon as they tidied up and sat down, the two little boys finished washing and appeared at the door.

After washing, the clothes were still dirty, even so, they couldn't hide his fairy-like appearance.

The white-haired apprentice can intuitively feel the beauty crit, and the little boy is not inferior after he understands it.

Children as old as five or six years old can vaguely see what they will look like when they grow up in the future.

Seeing the filth on the two of them, she extinguished a formula, and their smudged bodies were instantly spotless.

"What are your two names?"

Qingqing sat at the table with the appearance of a strict master.

The white-haired boy stood up first, his lavender pupils made people unable to look away.

"My name is Yunya."

Another boy stepped forward slowly, looking timid, "My name is Jian Xinghen."

"Star marks? Yunya?" Qing Qing frowned, muttering the two names to herself, feeling inexplicably familiar.

Raising his head for a moment, his eyes passed over the two of them, "Alright, Xinghen and Yunya, you two will be my Qingqing's apprentices from now on."

"Yunya looks more stable and becomes a senior brother, Xinghen, you are the second junior brother."

As she spoke, she waved her bare hand, and with a flash of golden light, there was a pile of books on the table.

"You pick and choose what you want to learn, you can only pick one book."

Yunya stepped forward first, followed by Jian Xinghen.

Picking and picking Xinghen chose a decent one, Qingqing looked at the book Yunya was holding, and frowned, "Are you sure you don't want to change it?"

"Cultivating that requires ruthlessness and righteousness, with a pure heart and few desires. If you have a woman you like in the future, your cultivation will stagnate or even regress."

She looked at Yun Ya, who was older than Jian Xinghen, and she should be able to understand what she meant at the age of seven or eight.

"I won't have a woman I like." Yun Ya said bluntly, sticking the selected book to her chest as if she would not change it.

"alright."

Qingqing raised her brows slightly, but she didn't see that Yunya had seen through the world of mortals at such a young age.

The two got the books on cultivation, she had never taught disciples, let alone knew how to do it, so she followed Ji Ye's example.

How Silent Night taught her at that time, she taught two children.

The little apprentice was squatting in the courtyard, and she was worrying about the brocade in the courtyard.

Such days passed by in a flash, and a year passed.

In the first few months, I didn't pay much attention to being accompanied by two young apprentices. As time went by, five months, seven months, and one year.

There is no sign of coming back for more than a year today, Qingqing began to panic.

Watching the two young apprentices practicing martial arts, he was also absent-minded, holding a Xifu with uneven stitches in his hand. The air pressure around his body was visible to the naked eye, and it was getting colder every day.

outside the courtyard

A figure moved slightly, and the warm orange sunlight shone on the armor, refracting a cold light...

(End of this chapter)