Ah, Senior Brother is Actually a Sister!

"My surname Ye, let me out quickly! I'm going to find my daughter!" Throwing off the catkin on her shoulders, the woman with Huafa stared at the gentle and smiling head of Chonghua with burning eyes, her icy face was stained. A thin layer of crimson color, I don't know if it is shame or anger.

"Yan'er, don't be willful," Ye Zhiqiu took out a set of celadon tea set from the Qiankun bag in a leisurely manner, and boiled the tea soup smoothly, "Qing'er is going to do business."

"Business? What business do you need to do as a demon cultivator!" Leng Yan glared at the leisurely Ye Zhiqiu, and threw an ice arrow at her - the teacup in her hand.

"Yan'er, don't be naughty." The person who was concentrating on ordering tea did not raise her head, but gently advised, seeing that the ice arrow was about to pass through the teacup and stab her heart, Leng Yan was extremely angry, but she still immediately He shot out another ice arrow, which was three times more powerful than before, pierced obliquely and then sent upwards, breaking away from the previous attack.

"Ding——" the two ice arrows shattered and exploded into countless ice crystal powders, which scattered and flowed in the air, which was really beautiful.

But Ye Zhiqiu said with a chuckle, "It's done."

Xian Xiansu picked up a cup of celadon teacup and asked with a smile, "Would Yan'er want to try the craft of being a husband?"

"Hmph!" Leng Yan turned her face away, not looking at her, but the tip of her ear was blushing: because of your size!Who is the husband is not sure yet!

"Well, my husband understands." Ye Zhiqiu seemed to have suddenly realized. He raised his head and took a sip of tea. He wrapped his arms around her waist in Leng Yan's inexplicable eyes, supported her head, and printed her pale pink lips. .

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Ye Zhiqiu licked those tender lips, his eyes were bright and full of desire: "Yan'er, how does the inch tea on the top of Tianyuan Mountain taste?"

"..." Panting lightly, Leng Yan lowered her eyes and did not answer.

When the atmosphere in this room was beautiful, there was a loud commotion outside the door, and then the door of Ye Zhiqiu's bedroom was slammed open.

The disciple in Tsing Yi who was in charge of guarding the gate rang out in a crying voice: "Master, disciple, disciple..."

"Go away! Who gave you the courage to stop me!" Another domineering female voice interrupted the Tsing Yi disciple, and with his wailing, the door burst open.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't get angry, and even the smile on her lips didn't change at all, but Leng Yan, who was held in her arms, felt that the breath around her suddenly turned cold, and there was a faintly visible evil spirit around her.

"Hello..." Leng Yan worriedly tapped Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder.

The latter grabbed her fidgeting hand, squeezed it provocatively, and coaxed her softly before she got angry: "Shhh, Yan'er, be good, don't be afraid, leave everything to your husband."

- who is afraid!

Also, it has not been decided who is the husband!

"...Cut." Leng Yan snorted coldly, but obediently relaxed her body and sat in Ye Zhiqiu's arms, treating herself like an ice sculpture, without saying a word.

"Senior Sister Yin, the majestic master of the peak, why bother with Tsing Yi?" Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand, motioning the aggrieved gatekeeper Tsing Yi to step down, and raised his hand to the uninvited guest as a "please" gesture, showing no sign of displeasure. "I don't know, Senior Sister Yin trespassed on the Nine Cold Palace, why?" Ye Zhiqiu smiled calmly, but the word "trespassing" was emphasized in his peaceful tone.

"You still have the guts to ask! Of course it's because of the demon cultivator next to you!" Yin Xiaoxiang flicked her gorgeous robe, and poked her slender fingers straight at Leng Yan who was sitting on Ye Zhiqiu's lap and ignored her completely, "You How dare you let her out! Do you want to disobey the order of the teacher!"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled lightly, not paying attention to her sonic attack: "Senior Sister Yin, I don't understand what you mean." She tilted her head and blinked innocently, "Master has passed away for many years, and the old man's will will naturally be done by the deity." As for Yan'er, what's wrong with this deity waking up his wife?"

"Just because of her, you ignore your disciples and let them perish together with tens of thousands of demon cultivators? Is this what you should do as the head of a sect?" Yin Xiaoxiang was so angry that his brows stood on end, if it wasn't for his cultivation base there , I'm afraid I can't help but fight her.

"Senior Sister Yin's words are wrong," Ye Zhiqiu smoothed Leng Yan's silky long hair, and smiled very gently, but Leng Yan, who was very close, glimpsed a bit of extreme coolness from her eyes, " As a disciple of Chonghua, martyrdom is an honor, so why not regret it?"

——When you say this, put down the magic cultivator in your arms, Hun Dan!

Yin Xiaoxiang pointed at her with trembling fingertips for a long while, and finally walked away in anger. Before leaving the house, he still said: "Ye Zhiqiu, please remember it for my mother! Wait... When he wakes up, I'll see how you explain it." !"

"My lord...waiting for the good news." Ye Zhiqiu watched her turbulent figure blew a gust of strong wind, blowing the flowers and plants on Qiuye Peak into a mess, sighed in his heart, and the confident smile on his face faded.

Seeing the traces of desolation lingering around her, Leng Yan's heart tightened, and she asked awkwardly: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Zhiqiu stared at her with deep eyes, as if a vortex was brewing to suck her into it, thousands of words were stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

"Yan'er, I need comfort as a husband." Ye Zhiqiu's weak murmur rang in her ears.

Leng Yan's heart softened, and just about to agree, her face darkened suddenly, and she slapped away someone's plain hand that was pressing on her chest viciously, angrily scolded: "Dirty!"

She was about to teach this apprentice a profound lesson, but she heard three knocks on the door, followed by a bright and pleasant female voice: "Excuse me."

She turned around and looked - it was a charming and slim woman, with regular features, but her expression was as calm as water, without any waves.

For some reason, she felt an unspeakable sense of crisis shrouded in her heart even though the woman hadn't shown any hostility. She wanted to ask, but someone was faster than her.

"Shuangshuang, you're here." Ye Zhiqiu looked at the handsome Yuan Qiongshuang with a smile, his eyes were full of tenderness, "how is it?"

"One hundred thousand living souls have been gathered here," Yuan Qiongshuang nodded lightly, and handed over a palm-sized jade box. The sound was like a clear spring, but there was a hint of worry, "They can't wait to get it acted."

"I know." Ye Zhiqiu raised his hand to stop her words, and made a gesture that has ears to the wall, "The outcome of this game is unpredictable, it all depends on God's will."

Yuan Qiongshuang glanced at her silently, nodded, and turned to leave.

When she was about to walk out the door, Ye Zhiqiu said softly: "Shuangshuang, thank you...and, I'm sorry."

Yuan Qiongshuang's footsteps stopped, but she didn't say anything, and walked out quickly, but a crystal shot out of the corner of her eyes.

——It turns out that you all know... Then do you know that what I want is never your apology.

"Ye, don't you have anything to explain?" Not long after Yuan Qiongshuang left, Leng Yan brushed her back with her palm, slammed the door, squinted her eyes, looked at her, pushed her away and held her by her waist He turned over and sat on her lap face to face, pressing her shoulders and looking down at her condescendingly, "Who is that woman?"

"You mean Shuangshuang?" Ye Zhiqiu rolled his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair obediently and let Leng Yan restrain him, "She is the disciple of my uncle Kongyangzi, the elder of Qingyun Academy, and my junior sister."

"What else... eh?" Leng Yanqin, especially Hanyu's fingertips lightly tapped Ye Zhiqiu's neck, slid down the curve, and rested leisurely against her throat, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and her purple awns condensed.

"What else... what?" Ye Zhiqiu swallowed with difficulty following her gesture, with an innocent look on his face.

"Oh," Leng Yan sneered, leaning closer to her soft but erratic gaze, until their foreheads touched and the tips of their noses touched, and their breaths were entangled, "You said we were lovers, I believed it; you smoked My daughter's Xuangong Zhenyuan allowed her to be enchanted, I admit it; what are you going to do now? One hundred thousand souls? Even a demon cultivator is not so generous... Ye Zhiqiu, what do you really want? You put me, where?"

With the ambiguous posture reaching the extreme, the questions raised became sharper and sharper one by one. Ye Zhiqiu sighed, held Leng Yan's fingertips on her lifeline, and smiled with relief: "I wanted to wait until you remembered... Since you care so much, it’s okay to tell you.”

She closed her eyes slightly, seeming to be thinking, and seemed to be speaking, just before Leng Yan was about to lose her patience, she smiled and asked casually: "You only know that Qing'er is your daughter, do you know her daughter?" Who is your father?"

"Why do you ask this?" Leng Yan squinted at her, "...forgot."

——If what this Dengtuzi said is true, and he and her are really lovers, then how could she have a daughter?According to my own temperament, since I have identified her, I will never have anything to do with other men...

"Of course you don't remember... because Qing'er doesn't have a father at all." Ye Zhiqiu touched Leng Yan's slightly pale face, and his voice softened.

"...yours?" Leng Yan's eyes widened, and she looked at Ye Zhiqiu in amazement, as if she was looking at an unbelievable treasure, "So dark? So powerful?"

The latter knocked her head angrily and funny, and shook her head: "She is not my child." Leng Yan's eyes that suddenly dimmed quietly added, "The child's primordial spirit is a ray of Love... your love."

"What? My...love?" Leng Yan grabbed Ye Zhiqiu's collar and asked, "Speak clearly."

But Ye Zhiqiu let go of his gaze, looking at the green shade by the window, with bitterness pouring out from the corner of his lips: "Back then, there was a foolish child who believed the villain's slander, thinking that the mysterious yin devil conceived by the method against the sky could Continuing the bloodline, avenging the father, but not knowing that she fell into the trap of the enemy, was robbed of her love, forgot about her past, lost a thousand years of cultivation, and almost lost her life..." Glancing at the stunned Leng Yan, she continued Dao, "The coffin is made of the unique thousand-year-old crystal mine in Shoucheng Mountain, suppressed with the evil spirit of the extreme northern ice field, and warmed with Xuangong essence every day, so that her soul will not die after being sealed, and her body will not collapse. ...It's just that the beauty is still beautiful, and the black hair has turned into snow."

——I always abide by the oath of the past, but you have long forgotten the past.

Stroking Leng Yan's ankle-length snowy hair, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were full of nostalgia and sadness, but the rest was full of affection: Well, I hope you are well, my heart is enough.

"What are those one hundred thousand living souls?" The thin and long eyelashes trembled slightly, Leng Yan covered her chest, and there was a dull pain in that spot, "The enemy... who is it?"

"One hundred thousand living souls are the key to open the underworld; they are the energy that surpasses the heavens; they are also the sacrifices that wake up the altar and crush the void—and that enemy," Ye Zhiqiu's eyes flashed a cold light, and the corners of his lips curled slightly , but with endless sarcasm, "...heh."

"You mean, hundreds of thousands of people were killed or injured in the battle of the devil a few days ago?" Before Su Yan could speak, Tong Tong was already yelling.

Jia Siwen gave her an angry look: "Do you want to invite everyone?"

"Oh oh oh, I tap, I tap..." Tong Tong made a zip movement, rubbed against Su Yan with a flattering smile, but in his heart he remembered the barrier he broke when he returned from the secret realm, and The white-haired witch...

"You went to participate?" Seeing Jia Siwen shaking his head, Su Yan asked again, "Where did the news come from?"

"The five major sects all have elite disciples sent to participate in the war. The Chonghua faction has the largest number of people, and the head of Ye personally leads the team... However, in the end, only a few sporadic disciples from each faction escaped. Except for the head of the Chonghua faction, the whole The army is wiped out."

"What?" Tong Tong was shocked, and even Su Yan couldn't help being moved.

She and Tong Tong looked at each other, apparently thinking of the same thing.

The author has something to say: Why is the real name of the big wet breasts Leng Qing~~ because she is a thread of love... There is no such thing as a father, you can rest assured ==

Then, this chapter has actually revealed half of the conspiracy. I strive to finish it within ten chapters, hoping to tell the story clearly.

I can start mentioning any extra episodes I want to see. This article is estimated to be printed custom-made. My friend has already helped me draw the cover, although it is a little bit...

Ha~? Finally, happy Lantern Festival everyone. The day after tomorrow I start school, maybe the update will be slow again, please don’t shoot me hahaha (to die...