Rebirth: The Adopted Daughter

Martial uncle Shi threw beimingyu to the ground, angrily pointed at him and shouted, "your boy is not from the ghost King sect. Why are you running?" Beimingyu fell to the ground, and the dust was flying. He was even more embarrassed, but he was happy. He's not from the ghost King clan. Who's from the ghost King clan? Are these people looking for Xia Qing? In that case, he'd better sit here and watch the excitement. Thinking of this, he simply sat on the ground, flicked the ash on the monk's robe, looked into uncle Shi's eyes and said calmly: "there are people of ghost King sect in it, I'm afraid!" Seeing him say this, martial uncle Shi thought that the disciples of the sect could not beat the little leader of the ghost King sect and returned home miserably. Even the sword was taken away, so he looked at him with heavy eyes. Instead of talking nonsense with Beiming Yu, he said to the leader of the blue robed one side: "younger martial brother Wan, let's hurry in and don't let the little leader of the ghost King sect run away." Beimingyu lowered his head and shook his shoulders. He couldn't help laughing. It's funny. His authentic ghost King sect leader didn't catch it, but he had to go in and catch the fake one. Just then, ye Qingxia came out of the inn with the ferret in her arms and the coffin on her back. Seeing more than ten people around the door, it seemed that the clothes looked familiar. I didn't remember what was going on for a while. As soon as these dozen people saw her, they immediately became angry... While beimingyu, who had just invited her to dinner, sat down on the ground and looked at her calmly. Want to fight? What the hell are you staring at her so hard? Ye Qingxia couldn't help hugging the drunken ferrets in her arms. Seeing that they didn't mean to make way, she took a step back and planned to turn around and enter the Inn and find a door and window again to avoid these serious but crazy people. go crazy! Thinking of this, she finally remembered how these people looked so familiar in their clothes. It turned out that they saw those practitioners who suddenly threw away their swords and ran wildly yesterday. These people looked like their martial uncles and uncles. Alas, what a pity. It turns out that cultivation will damage the brain. When martial uncle Shi saw that ye Qingxia was going to leave, he immediately drank loudly: "young patriarch, please stay." Ye Qingxia twitched at him, smiled awkwardly, pointed to the tip of his nose and asked, "me? Are you talking to me? Hehe... I'm not a little patriarch. I am nothing but a passer-by! Ha ha. "“ Short hair, Taoist robe, body back coffin, white ferret! Yes, it's her! " The blue robed martial uncle Wan came up and pointed to Ye Qingxia. Ye Qingxia was startled by him. She just felt cold and hurriedly shouted: "wait... Wait a minute, I don't know anything, but one thing is sure that I'm definitely not a little patriarch, so! You've got the wrong person... "Look at my honest eyes and believe me! Ye Qingxia is about to cry. How could she become a little Lord inexplicably“ Hehe, the little leader of the ghost King sect doesn't have to waste his words. Let's move! " The stout martial uncle Shi said, "hum!" Martial uncle Wan, who was tall and thin, snorted coldly: "the young sect leader was in the limelight yesterday, but he slapped the faces of our three sects! We see that the young leader didn't hurt our sect disciples. This time, I'll just invite you to xianmeng for tea and chat. " Ye Qingxia looked puzzled and asked, "I didn't even fight with your sect disciples yesterday! incorrect! I didn't even talk to them. " This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.