Immortal Loves Cat Also

The scene of Qingwu standing on the deck talking to him was so revealed, but there was no sound.

But the light from the bottom of his father's eyes suddenly became strong and turned into a flame.

Boom!

The silver fish's tail shook uncontrollably, and the spiritual power scattered, which shocked the whole palace.

"It's her! Ha ha ha! It's her! She's back! She's back! " The shark laughed and reached out to touch Qingwu's face in the image, but the image was illusory, and what he touched was nothing.

The king of mackerel was also trembling in his heart. He looked at the woman in the image, "father, are you sure it's that adult? Maybe it's just a little like it? "

As soon as he spoke, the king regretted. He knew how happy his father was at this time. At this time, he asked what to do if he broke his father's happiness again.

Fortunately, the mackerel didn't care. He smiled on his face and said slowly in a clear voice: "I won't admit it wrong. Immortal Valley, hengqiu, silver bed, Qingwu old, and ah Feng must be her. I knew... I knew... She would come back."

King mackerel's pupils narrowed slightly and looked at his most respected father. His voice was mixed with a bit of choking, and a drop of tears fell from the corner of the man's eyes.

The liquid ran through the silver scales at the end of the eyes and rolled to the ground.

"Father..." the king murmured.

But the shark waved his hand. At the moment when the image dispersed, he got up from the shell and Lang said, "take me to see her."

The king looked at the apparent joy on his face and said, "yes."

Two figures immediately swam out of the palace, and only one shadow could be seen at a high speed.

When Qingwu returned to the cabin, he saw Wen Yue sitting in bed with clear eyes. He didn't know how long he had been up.

As soon as she came back, the creases in Wen Yue's eyebrows faded a lot. He said softly, "come back and go to sleep."

Then he looked at her.

Qingwu blinked, went to lie down beside him, looked at him sideways, saw him lying down, closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and said softly, "it's the chief of the mackerel clan."

"Yes." Wen answered faintly.

He didn't ask. Qingwu didn't care. He said to himself, "fortunately, he just asked about the boat and my master. He didn't find the mist. There should be nothing in the future."

She finished and continued to look at Wen Yue. Wen Yue's breathing was shallow. After a while, he suddenly turned sideways and held Qingwu in his arms, his chin against Qingwu's head, and his voice was slow.

"It's all right."

"Yes." Qingwu raised her lips and smiled in her eyes. She moved slightly in Wen Yue's arms, found a comfortable position and curled up to sleep.

Qingwu didn't wake up naturally. She was awakened by the changes in the space. She was still a little confused when she woke up. When she woke up, she couldn't control the changes in the space.

The dark shadow and mist that had fallen into a deep sleep are now frantically absorbing aura and forming two huge cocoons. What makes Qingwu nervous is not the dark shadow, but the mist.

The aura of that regiment tightened Qingwu's heart. She could probably guess that if the aura of Xiaowu broke out, her space might be lost, including the shadow in the same space with Xiaowu.

Before she could figure out what to do, footsteps sounded outside the door, and ah Feng's voice sounded anxiously: "Qingwu, what happened? How do I perceive a powerful force? "