Doting Wife Daily [Interstellar]

The flower was soon brought up by the servant.

"Just do your best." An Si patted Qing Yi's shoulder and urged.

He neither said that he must blossom nor obstructed his actions. This kind of silent support attitude made Qing Yi very useful.

Qing Yi adjusted his state, steadily concentrated his mental power on his fingertips, input it into the flower bud from his fingertips, and then gradually increased the amount of output mental power.After a while, the flower buds bloomed slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a seductive fragrance filled the hall. Although it was not strong, it lifted people's spirits, as if the fatigue and old diseases of the whole body had been swept away.

"Open, opened?" Mary watched the flowers fully bloom, and could no longer maintain the calmness on her face, "It's so beautiful."

The bright red petals are half-opened in a patchwork pattern, which looks beautiful. The light yellow stamens in the middle stand up slowly like a girl stretching her waist, revealing a milky white ball wrapped in the stamens.

"Whoosh—" A red light pierced Qing Yi's eyebrows at the speed of light, and disappeared before everyone found out.

Qing Yi subconsciously touched the center of his eyebrows, wondering if it was his illusion, he always felt a burning sensation between his eyebrows, as if he had been stabbed.

"What is this?" Bronson's eyes were sharp, and he saw the ball at a glance, and couldn't help poking it.

"Don't touch her." Qing Yi reminded subconsciously, but it was too late.Bronson's fingertips directly touched the ball, and at that moment, a red screen burst out from the ball's body, directly using Bronson's fingertips as the contact point, and bounced Bronson's whole body away.

Qing Yi quickly jumped up and grabbed Bronson, which saved Bronson from hitting the wall.

After standing down, Bronson took a few steps back with lingering fear, looking at the beautiful flower with vigilance: "What the hell is this?"

Qing Yi closed his eyes to digest the extra information about the flower in his mind, without speaking, he stretched out his hand to fiddle with the two tentacles of the lower ball, and then poured mental power into it.In about ten seconds, a crack appeared in the ball, and a girl the size of a thumb with two tentacles on her head came out waving her wings, and flew staggeringly for a while before it flowed smoothly.

"This is the elf of this flower, and it can also be called the flower god." Qing Yi stretched out his index finger, and the flower god flew over quickly with wings, and sat up using his index finger as a bench.

With a chuckle, Qing Yi laughed again in the bewildered eyes of everyone: "The ball is her protective barrier. Once someone touches it, it will automatically attack. That's why Bronson was bounced away just now."

"What a powerful little monster, just like her master." Bronson rubbed his fingertips, which still had the tingling sensation from the rebound.

Qing Yi smiled, condensed the mental power of his fingertips into the shape of a petal, and handed it to the Flower God.

The shape of the petals is larger than that of the flower god, and the flower god needs to hold it with open hands, and then break it open a little bit to eat, with his mouth bulging, which looks very cute.

"Crack-"

Qing Yi watched with satisfaction as the flower god quickly finished off the petals, and suddenly remembered something, and quickly turned to look at Mary, "The remaining petals can be used to refine SS-level spiritual potions, and users below the S-level of mental power can still refine them." It can remove some impurities in the mental power, Grandma Mary, don't waste it."

When Mary heard Qing Yi's words, she didn't ask the servants to take the words away, and left with flowers in her hands.

Bruce reluctantly looked away from the flower, turned around and looked at Qing Yi and the two: "Do you want to stay here for a few days?"

"No. The competition will start in two days. I'll take Qingyi back to prepare." Ans directly rejected Bruce's suggestion, and glanced over coldly: Don't think I don't know what you're thinking.

Bruce blinked innocently: I didn't say anything.

Ans: Ugly.

Bruce, who was hit knowingly, turned his head away: "Then it's always okay to leave after dinner, right?"

"No problem." An Si replied, and found that Qing Yi was still teasing the little man, and a sense of crisis suddenly emerged in his heart.

"Qing Yi?"

Qing Yi used his spiritual power to transform a rattan chair for Huashen to lie on. Probably because of the first contact, Huashen was attracted by the automatically shaking chair. De Qingyi couldn't help laughing out of the infection.

"Huh?" Hearing An Si's cry, Qing Yi didn't regain his senses, and continued to change toys for his elf.

An Si's sense of crisis became heavier, and he stepped forward and rubbed Qing Yi's head: "It's time for the elf to rest, after all, newborn babies usually need a long rest."

"Really?" Qing Yi was also inexperienced, and asked in a low voice about the elf in his hand.

Feeling the coercion from An Si, the little elf shrank her neck subconsciously, hugged Qing Yi's index finger tightly, and nodded timidly.

An Si's expression did not change, but it gave the impression that his face was darker.

"Then you rest." Qing Yi transformed into a small room and bed, put the elf in it, and put it in his own space.

Seeing Qing Yi like this, An Si's expression softened a little, and he raised his hand to pin Qing Yi's hanging hair behind his ear: "Take me for a stroll here."

"Bronson?"

"No need, didn't you go shopping just now?"

Qing Yi thought about Bronson's introduction and remembered it, so he nodded and said, "Okay." After saying that, the two left the hall directly.

When the figures of the two disappeared completely, Bronson put down his hand covering his mouth, and bent over with a smile: "Just now the instructor wanted to eat that little elf."

Bruce: "It's scary for someone who isn't jealous to be jealous."

"Just like you." Bronson subconsciously answered.

Bruce smiled: "Blount, take your brother to practice and beat him to death, or I will practice with you this afternoon."

Blount shook his body: "Yes!" For his own sake, let's sacrifice Bronson. Anyway, it's all Bronson's fault.

After two days of rest, it was time for the friendly match between the Alliance and the Empire.One of them, Gray, never sent anyone over, but Qing Yi didn't let up in the slightest. He always felt that this was the calm of the storm, and he was preparing for the game while preparing for the backhand.

Although it was just a friendly match, the citizens of the alliance still had great enthusiasm and stood in front of the live channel regularly.

The First Military Academy got a dozen or so tickets for the on-site viewing from somewhere, and the first in each grade could get one, and the rest also arranged a competition to select places and reward tickets according to their rankings.

As the number one in his grade, Anson naturally got a ticket, and Carey also got a ticket because he was ranked third in the competition.

So Ansen took Kaili directly to cheer Qing Yi up. He didn't know where he got a banner with yellow letters on a red background and a Q version of a mermaid picture on the back. When I saw it at a glance.

"That's your classmate?" Noticing Qing Yi's strangeness, the rest of them followed their gazes and just saw An Sen waving his hand to say hello. They couldn't help laughing, "The banners are...very cute."

"Put down your hand covering your heart when you say this." Qing Yi glanced at Bronson with disgust, "Why are you still here, shouldn't you be preparing?"

"It's already been prepared, why do we need another time to prepare?" Blount rubbed his wrist, and suddenly frowned, "I don't know what those instructors are thinking, you are obviously stronger than us, why did you let you As a substitute?"

Qing Yi rested his chin, remembering An Si's rhetoric that he tried not to reveal his strength, and raised his head slightly with confidence: "Because you can win the game, what else do you need me to do?"

"Of course, who are we? We are the four little tyrants in the imperial capital. If we can't win this, who can win?" Bronson subconsciously took Qing Yi's words, and he realized it just after he said a few words. The key point of Qing Yi's words Where is it to praise him?

"Don't choose some weird names." Bronte couldn't see Bronson's stupid look, so he couldn't help but slap him on the back of the head.

"You are enough, you are just a few minutes older than me?! Why do you always hit me?!"

"Puchi—" Qing Yi couldn't help laughing.

"Qing Yi, you still laugh at me! Still laugh?"

"Ahem, it's time to play." Collison watched enough of the show, and stopped Bronson's thoughts of hitting someone aloud, "We're passing, Qingyi, you can rest."

"En." Qing Yi just nodded, and met a pair of cold eyes.

Molly?Qing Yi frowned, and when he looked over, he always felt that his eyes flashed green under the sun, but he didn't see them again in the next second.

Jasmine quickly looked away, Qing Yi couldn't study any more, and could only sit bored by himself.

The tournament is divided into two parts, five games each, for a total of ten games.The fight starts first, and each side chooses a teammate to play, and one person is not allowed to participate in two games.

"Don't get close to that woman." Flower God has been hiding on the top of Qing Yi's hair, so naturally he didn't miss Jasmine's gaze, tugged at Qing Yi's hair, and reminded.

Qing Yi remembered that An Si had said the same thing, and asked curiously, "Why?" Although Jasmine was malicious towards him, she wouldn't attack him in public, right?

"It has an aura that I hate, just like those bugs that love to eat petals." The flower god pouted, pulled Qing Yi's hair with force unhappily, and threatened like a child: "No! Get close to her, or I will ignore you."

"Hiss—" Qing Yi gasped, and quickly responded, "I won't approach him, so don't pull my hair all the time." After speaking, a hair slipped from the side and fell on his arm.

The little elf flashed back to the space with a guilty conscience: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Qing Yi rubbed his scalp with his knuckles, and when he watched the game above, he suddenly had an idea, "Little elf, please do me a favor."

"What?" The elf came out of the space and landed on Qing Yi's shoulder.

Qing Yi raised his hand to cover his mouth, and after blocking it, he whispered to order the elf to do things.

"Okay." The little elf couldn't help laughing after hearing Qing Yi's words, and flew towards the fighting platform in a flash.