My Lady, Something is Wrong

Luo Qingzhou ignored her, walked outside the pavilion, bowed her head to Miss Qin who was reading a book in the hall, and said, "Miss."

After waiting for a few seconds, Luo Qingzhou raised his head and was about to leave when Qin Jianjia suddenly looked up at him and said, "Go and see Xia Chan."

Luo Qingzhou's eyes narrowed, and his face showed a touch of surprise and astonishment.

This is the first time he has heard this Miss Qin speak!

Not dumb!

Not stupid either!

And the sound is nice, albeit a little cold.

"Yes, Miss."

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a few seconds, then came back to his senses.

Bailing snorted again, Fang came over and said with a pretty face: "Master, let's go, I'll take you there."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at the snow-white figure again, and Fang followed behind her and left.

Qin Jianjia looked at his back for a while, then lowered his head and continued to look at the book in his hand.

Outside the pavilion, the night wind is blowing, and the plum blossoms are scattered.

Bailing took Luo Qingzhou into the house, suddenly stopped at the corner of the hall, and warned angrily: "Uncle, if you are lustful at others tonight, they will never forgive you again, hum!"

Luo Qingzhou was thinking about his thoughts, nodded and said, "Okay, not tonight."

Bailing did not continue to move forward, but still held Xiaoman's waist, pouted, and looked at him angrily.

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment and said, "Miss Bailing..."

"Humph!"

Bailing snorted coldly, turned his face away, and ignored him.

Luo Qingzhou stared at her for a while, and seemed to suddenly understand something. With an arm, he hugged her again, forcibly pressed her against the wall next to her, and kissed her pouty pink mouth. After a while, he let go and said, "Can you go?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu better uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu better off..."

Bailing hummed a few times, clenched her two small fists, rubbed her tearless eyes, and ran to the side room next to her sadly.

Pushing the door open, he said with a weeping voice, "Chanchan, Chanchan, my uncle has been lustful again just now...hee...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Chapter 89 Is your wife waiting for you at home again?

in the room.

The lights flickered and there was silence.

As soon as Bailing ran in, she said with surprise: "Hey, Chan Chan, why did you come down? Weren't you still in bed just now?"

Luo Qingzhou followed to the door and looked inside.

The icy girl was wearing a long light green dress, with her arms folded over her chest and a sword in her arms, standing motionless in front of the window.

The windows were open and the wind was blowing.

The girl's long hair was slightly messy, and her pretty face was cold, as if she was looking at the falling snow outside the window and thinking.

Bailing hurriedly went over to close the window, pulled her little hand and said, "Fool, my stomach hurts, why are you still blowing cold wind? Go back to the bed and lie down. Hey, why did you put on your clothes so quickly? Didn't you just have no clothes on? Are you sleeping naked? I'm going to let my uncle come in... um, my uncle is here to see you."

Xia Chan glared at her.

Bailing quickly turned her head to look at the door and said, "Master, I didn't lie to you, Chan Chan really likes to sleep naked. I don't believe Young Master came to see, Chan Chan didn't even have time to put on her underwear, it's empty inside..."

"Humph!"

Xia Chan snorted coldly, turned her head, and looked at the door, her pretty face cold.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to go in, didn't dare to look more, bowed his head at the door and cupped his hands and said: "Miss Xiachan, Miss, let me come and see you. If you are not feeling well, you'd better lie on the bed... That, Drink more water."

Bailing smiled "puchi": "Uncle, can't you say something else?"

Luo Qingzhou paused and said, "Take more rest."

Bailing couldn't help but "giggled" and laughed, laughed for a while, and blinked at the girl beside him: "Chanchan, this is not the case for my uncle in front of me, he can speak, Always telling jokes to make me happy."

Luo Qingzhou was too lazy to care about her any more, and cupped his hands: "Since Miss Xiachan is all right, then I'll take my leave. You can rest well."

After speaking, he backed out and helped them close the door by the way.

Let's go back to practice Divine Soul as soon as possible.

Not long after he left, in the room, Xia Chan frowned and covered her stomach, a touch of pain flowing from her brows.

Bailing quickly helped her to lie down on the bed, covered her with the quilt, and couldn't help saying: "Stupid girl, if you keep pretending like this, you will regret it."

Xia Chan lay in the quilt and did not speak, only showing a pale face, her dark eyes stared at the curtain above, still holding her sword tightly in her hand.

Bailing sat down on the edge of the bed, put her hand into her quilt, and gently rubbed her stomach: "How about I go and call my uncle back and rub your stomach for you?"

Xia Chan still stared at the top blankly, without saying a word.

Bai Ling couldn't help but sighed: "Are all beggars so stubborn? When Miss and I met you, you were inferior to Dongdong and Xixi. You couldn't even beg for food or dig food from the garbage dump. Yes. Maybe it’s not no, it’s because you would rather starve to death than suffer humiliation, or, at that time, you wanted to die... I remember that you were only 12 years old at that time, right?”

"So let you go and see how the uncle is in advance. When you see the pair of little beggars, you will feel the same way, right?"

"That's why you see my uncle going to deliver them steamed buns every day, chatting with them, and being so handsome, that's why..."

Xia Chan suddenly looked at her and said coldly, "You are so long-winded."

Bailing's eyes lit up, and he laughed: "Chanchan, you finally stopped saying a word?"

Immediately, he frowned and said doubtfully, "Tonight is really strange, the lady suddenly spoke, and you suddenly said three words for the first time in the world, no, it seems like five words... You, really, long, windy... Hey... , it seems to be three words..."

Xia Chan ignored her and continued to stare above her in a daze.

Bailing took out his hand from the quilt, and counted with his fingers seriously: "One, two, three, five..."

After a while, he suddenly sighed: "Chanchan, your vision is still good...I regret it...Is it too late?"

Xia Chan turned her body directly and turned her back to her.

"Hey……"

Bailing glanced at her, sighed again, stretched out her slender fingers, touched her lips and said, "It's really annoying, my uncle always likes the small mouth of his relatives, and likes to hug the small waist of his family. How to stop him? It's so annoying..."

Luo Qingzhou returned to the house, and after instructing Xiaodie, he closed the door and went out of his body.

He first practiced Lei Quan for an hour in the room before Fang floated out of the window.

Although it is very dangerous outside, I almost died when I went out twice in a row, but if I want to make my soul stronger, I must continue to go out to accept the test and training of the night.

Hiding in the house all the time, can only stop in this night travel state forever.

Last night, I heard that powerful soul mentioned longevity.

To be honest, he had never thought about such distant and illusory things before, but now, there is such a little hope.

Maybe it's what the book says.

Spiritual cultivation to a certain level, can be immortal, immortal, immortal.

At that time, naturally, it was another world.

Whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, whether it is a peddler or a pawn, who does not have a dream of longevity?

Luo Qingzhou floated up in the air, his whole body was wrapped in fluorescent light, and he floated carefully towards Yuanyanglou.

He suddenly thought that with this mask on his face, the soul wears a fluorescent shield that emits warmth to protect the soul.

What if the body wears it?

He decided to give it a try tomorrow and daytime to see if wearing this magical mask on the flesh would have other effects.

Safe all the way.

When he was still a hundred meters away from the Yuanyang Building, he stopped, not daring to approach it, and looked at the top of the attic.

On the eaves last night, the figure with the moon-white light all over his body still stood there, his clothes fluttering, as if he had never left since last night.

And the red bead inlaid on the top of the attic was silent and could not see any abnormality.

Luo Qingzhou slowly approached, and cupped his hands: "Senior..."

A handkerchief floated out of the moonlight halo and landed on the red bead, completely covering it.

Luo Qingzhou breathed a sigh of relief, quickly floated over, stood behind the Yuebai figure, and said respectfully: "Thank you senior, senior has been here for a long time."

Yuebai's figure quietly looked into the distance and did not reply.

Luo Qingzhou stood for a while, just when he didn't know whether to continue talking or tell the story directly, the figure of Yuebai finally said: "The story from last night should be in front of you, right? Did you miss something?"

Luo Qingzhou was stunned for a moment, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "How does the senior know that there is still ahead?"

The "Journey to the West" he talked about last night was indeed simplified a lot, just to tell the main story. He didn't expect to tell it word by word. He didn't expect that the first time he heard it, he knew that there was still more.

Yuebai's figure was silent for a while, and his voice was faint and authentic: "I thought about it many times last night, but I always felt that there was something missing in the front, it should be the background."

Luo Qingzhou had to admire: "There is indeed a background that I haven't talked about. I just think the front is a bit cumbersome, so I simplified it."

Yuebai's figure turned slightly sideways, as if looking at him: "Cumbersome?"

After a pause, he said, "Tell me again, without omission."

Luo Qingzhou was stunned, feeling that her tone suddenly became a little dignified, and she was puzzled, but she didn't think much, and immediately said respectfully: "Yes."

"The poem says: Chaos is not divided into chaos, and there is no one to see it. Since Pangu broke the universe, it has been opened up from the turbidity. It covers all living beings who look up to benevolence and discover that everything is good. The Biography of Shi E..."

As soon as this poem was read, the figure of Yuebai, who was looking at the darkness in the distance, moved suddenly, withdrew his gaze and held his breath.

"Gai heard that the number of heaven and earth is 12 years old. One yuan is divided into twelve meetings, which are the sub, ugly, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, and Hai. Twelve also..."

Luo Qingzhou had just finished speaking these few sentences, and the Yuebai figure suddenly said: "Stop, say it again, and start over."

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her strangely, didn't dare to say more, and continued to start over.

An hour later.

Yuebai's figure has a solemn expression, and his voice is ethereal again: "Watching chess is rotten, lumbering, walking slowly at the edge of the valley, selling wine and selling wine, laughing wildly. …You can start all over again, okay? Good work.”

Luo Qingzhou glanced at her again, but had to be patient again, and start the story again, secretly wondering: Does she think this story is good, do you want to write it down?But with her current strength, she should be able to remember it just by listening to it once, right?Could it be that there are other things in these words that she can't remember?

The book said that there are secret methods in the world, which can only be transmitted orally, not written.

Some secret methods contain a certain mysterious power, which can only be passed on orally while pondering and practicing, but cannot be remembered in the mind...