After that, Ye Jinghan stopped talking to Feng Qingyu anymore, but just watched her finish the food in front of her.

After Feng Qingyu had enough food and drink, he picked up the handkerchief beside him and gently wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Little greedy cat."

Ye Jinghan's lips curled up a hint of pampering.

Feng Qingyu hooked his hands on his neck and gently pecked his slightly cool lips.

"A Jing, I want to ask you something."

Ye Jinghan put the veil on the table and said, "You said."

"That time, the woman I saw was called Xianyue, right?" Feng Qingyu looked at him seriously. Although she already knew the answer, she still wanted to get a definite answer from him.

Ye Jinghan had a little surprise on his face.

"How did you know?"

Feng Qingyu sneered a sneer on the corner of her lips and said in a low voice: "I also know that although she has been in the position of the saint of the Immortal Sect for tens of thousands of years, she has no mark of the saint."

An unknown look flashed in Ye Jinghan's eyes.

"Qinger knows where the Saint's Seal is?"

"certainly."

After Feng Qingyu finished speaking, the Holy Water Mark on her forehead began to appear.

Seeing this, Ye Jinghan smiled at the corner of his lips.

"Before, the mystery of the Immortal Sect was unsolved, she was not touched. It seems that the good days for that fake saint are coming to an end."

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something.

For example, that white zodiac beast.

Xungu is probably the magical beast of the Immortal Sect. The reason why it disappeared was probably because it wanted to pursue its owner.

No wonder it appears in places like Xuanling Continent where spiritual energy is exhausted.

"A Jing, in fact, this mark did not belong to me..."

Feng Qingyu briefly told him about Shi Sheng.

"Xianyue hurt Shi Sheng, I want to avenge her. Whether you agree or not, I must do this."

"good."

Ye Jinghan did not object.

"Do you want me to help?"

Feng Qingyu looked at him with a smile: "You said, if I appeared in the Immortal Sect as the saint of the Immortal Sect, would she be afraid?"

Ye Jinghan scraped her nose: "It's her who does the wrong thing, she will definitely be scared by you, but you can't go alone. Xianyue can sit in the position of the saint of the Immortal Sect for so many years. Not to mention her cultivation, the entire Immortal Sect still regards her as the most respected one."

The most important thing is that the intimidation of the Saint Seal on the Immortal Sect is far less than that of Feng Ling's intimidation of the Phoenix Clan.

"Of course I know." Feng Qingyu gently stroked her pregnant belly, "but Shi Sheng's memory often sways in my mind. If I can't take revenge in person, I always feel that something is missing."

Ye Jinghan leaned over and kissed her smooth forehead.

"I will arrange it, and Qing'er will definitely be satisfied."

Feng Qingyu nodded and left Ye Jinghan's arms.

"A Jing, why don't you go back to Shenxu first? I still have some things to do in the Abyss of the Sky."

Ye Jinghan shook his head without thinking.

"Don't worry, I'll accompany you next."

After he finished speaking, he hugged Feng Qingyu out of the space, then protected her tightly in his arms and rushed deeper into the abyss of the sky.

It was sadder to see her injured than to be injured by himself.

This kind of thing is enough once.

Even if her identity was noticed by Shenxu, he would still take her safely from the abyss of the sky before talking about it.

Feng Qingyu poked his head out of Ye Jinghan's wide embrace and looked around.

But because the strong wind here was too strong, she almost couldn't open her eyes.

Ye Jinghan looked down at the little head that was coming out of his arms, and reached out to press her back: "Let's rest, I'll look for her."

Feng Qingyu retracted his arms under Ye Jinghan's strength, and the warmth of his body made her attached to her.

"But you haven't seen that picture before, how do you find it?"

Ye Jinghan reached out and touched the head in his arms: "Silly girl, don't forget that you were not born when I met my mother."

Feng Qingyu smiled.

"I almost forgot about this. When I was in Xuanling Continent, you were ten years older than me, and I had met my mother."

Ye Jinghan curled the corners of his lips with a doting face.

"It's normal not to remember, but pregnancy will become stupid."

...

Ye Jinghan was extremely fast, so fast that even if Feng Qingyu poked his head out, he could only see the rapid retreating wind.

She was frightened by his strength and admired the man who protected her in her arms more and more.

"Finished!"

After sweeping down nearly ten thousand meters, the cold voice of Ye Jinghan sounded above Feng Qingyu's head.

She hurriedly raised her head from Ye Jinghan's arms and looked forward.

Here, at the mouth of the storm that was almost at the abyss of the sky, gusts of gusts of Feng Qingyu's skirt and hair flew around.

However, she no longer cared about these things.

Feng Qingyu broke free from Ye Jinghan's arms and swept towards the thin figure in front of him bound by countless dark gray air objects.

The scene in front of me is indeed exactly the same as what I see on the screen!

The wind blew across her cheeks and cut a slender wound, and Feng Qingyu seemed to be unaware of it.

At this moment, there was only the figure ahead in her eyes.

The figure that was about to lose its vitality.

The closest relative she had always wanted to find was also the one who did her best to plan everything for her.

"mother……"

Feng Qingyu stood beside Zhu Ling, his eyes slightly red.

Ye Jinghan followed closely behind. He raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and saw that the dark gray air that bound Zhu Ling disappeared.

Feng Qingyu hurried forward, helped Zhu Ling to sit in his arms, and checked her health.

However, Zhu Ling's hands were still tightly tugging together, as if he wanted to protect something.

At this moment, powerful pressure was emitted at the bottom of the Abyss of the Sky, as if something extraordinary was to break through the constraints.

Ye Jinghan's pupils shrank slightly.

"Qinger, it's too late!"

After hearing this, Feng Qingyu put Zhu Ling into the space without saying a word.

"Walk!"

She thought Ye Jinghan was going to take her away, but he shouted directly: "Tong Jun!"

The next moment, Tong Jun turned into a dragon and flew out from Feng Qingyu's body.

Ye Jinghan placed Feng Qingyu on Tong Jun's back with a hand.

"Leave first, I'll come soon."

Feng Qingyu looked worried and held his hand tightly.

"A Jing..."

Ye Jinghan's face showed a hint of gentleness: "Don't worry, I'm fine. Nine-level heaven and Shenxu, no one can hurt me now."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Tong Jun and spoke in an orderly tone.

"Safely escort her out of the Abyss of the Sky!"

Tong Jun nodded slightly and carried Feng Qingyu away.

Ye Jinghan raised his hand and a long sword appeared in his hand. It was the long sword that Feng Qingyu refined for him when he was in the Xuanling Continent.

On weekdays, even if he takes action, he rarely needs to use weapons.
Chapter completed!