With Qin Ming's words, the cold temperature suddenly dropped between heaven and earth.

It was already cold, and the weather suddenly changed. Many people shivered in cold weather and couldn't help but shivered.

Qin Ming's soft gaze just now suddenly became cold.

He stared at "Qin Yun", just like the look of the superior looking down at her, looking at her inquiringly.

"Qin Yun" swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and was frozen in place and could not speak.

Just then.

Qin Xiaoling suddenly stood up and stood in front of "Qin Yun".

She also replied indifferently to Qin Ming's words, "My father, Yun'er has been eating and drinking in the forest west of Fufeng over the years!"

"She eats spiritual beast meat and spiritual fruits, and drinks stream water in the forest, and the stream water is also spiritual water."

"As a martial arts person, she eats and drinks, but she is a spiritual thing that only those who cultivate immortals can digest. It would be strange if she had not changed any of this time in the past few years."

"This has suffered a huge grievance and is questioned. Not to mention the credit, but at least it has been hard work."

"I hope my father understands Yun'er's hard work over the years, just understand it."

Qin Ming gradually frowned. He slowly let go of Qin Yun's wrist and turned away. "Arranging a camp for Yun'er. Let her have a good rest these days."

Qin Ming is indeed nothing to say.

Even if Qin Xiaoling's words were somewhat disrespectful, Qin Ming did owe too much to this mother and daughter.

He was also separated for several years as an orphan and widowed mother.

In recent years, Qin Yun was thrown alone in the forest west of Fufeng and ignored him, and sacrificed his great years for Qin Zong. If Qin Ming asked him harshly again, it would be too cold.

As the head coach, you can be cool.

But you must never look cold and weak in front of others.

What's more, Qin Xiaoling's words really make sense. Martial arts people take spiritual flesh, spiritual water and other long-term consumption is indeed destructive to their bodies. Many people from Qin sect will have strange changes in their bodies after staying in the ancient battlefield for a long time.

"Come on, come with mom."

Qin Xiaoling turned to smile and held "Qin Yun's hand" and returned to her tent.

When Qin Mo faced the gazes of many people in the Qin family, he felt the taste of love from many eyes.

The love flavor from men made Qin Mo feel a little uncomfortable, especially in the camp of the zong family next door, there were two men looking at him with a passionate look.

Qin Mo swallowed nervously.

He subconsciously glanced at the two men, one looked like a weak scholar, holding a scroll of ancient books in his hand, and the other was wearing a Taoist robe, like a Taoist priest.

The two men seemed to notice Qin Mo's gaze.

As he couldn't help but waved to Qin Mo, Qin Mo quickly retracted his gaze.

Qin Xiaoling's status in the Qin family is extraordinary.

She is Qin Ming's eldest daughter, the deputy leader of the Qin family's strongest Ming regiment. Qin Ming doesn't care about the Ming regiment affairs on weekdays, but Qin Xiaoling, the deputy leader, is actually no different from the leader. She has always been the deputy leader and acts as the leader.

While Qin Yun's camp was tidying up, Qin Xiaoling pulled Qin Mo and kept chatting in her camp.

I also asked some questions about family matters, how have you been doing over the years, how have you lived, and whether you miss your mother or not, so Qin Mo patiently answered them one by one.

While talking, a maid brought in a bowl of fragrant noodles from outside.

The girl placed the noodles in front of Qin Mo's table, and she stared at Qin Mo with tears in her eyes. Tears were rolling in her eyes, and tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Qin Mo stared at the girl blankly.

"Don't you remember Xiaomei?"

Qin Xiaoling smiled and said, "Your close girl, Xiaomei, don't you remember it?"

You have grown up together since childhood.”

Qin Mo suddenly stood up excitedly.

He pounced on Xiaomei and exaggeratedly shouted, "Oh! Xiaomei! Is it you?

My little rose!”

"It's me! Miss!"

When Xiaomei heard the lady calling her name, she hugged her excitedly, and the two of them cried again.

Xiaomei and Qin Yun grew up together since childhood. Although they are master-servant relationships, they are actually as close as sisters. It can be said that Xiaomei is Qin Yun’s only good friend in the Qin family. Over the years, the lady has not been with Qin Zong, so Xiaomei can only do some miscellaneous work for Qin Zong, washing clothes and cooking. She misses her time with the lady very much.

"Quick! Eat noodles! You loved eating this egg noodles at that time."

When the two sisters met, Qin Xiaoling did not forget to greet him.

She carefully blew the noodles for Qin Yun, afraid that she would get hot.

He poured another cup of water for Qin Yun, washed the cup in advance, and then filled it with water and placed it in front of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo sat there eating noodles, watching Qin Xiaoling do all this, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

This was a mixed feeling, which made Qin Mo feel a little uncomfortable, and even inexplicably jealous. Even Qin Mo himself did not notice this subtle feeling, and he didn't know what was wrong.

The noodles are very fragrant.

Qin Mo was not happy about eating it.

Just after eating, a guard walked in, "Deputy Commander, the lady's tent has been packed, all arranged according to what you said."

"Go! Take you to your tent."

Qin Xiaoling smiled happily.

Since "Qin Yun", she has been holding "Qin Yun"'s hand and holding it tightly, as if she is afraid that she will disappear, so she will hurt Qin Mo's hand.

The tent of "Qin Yun" is not far from Qin Xiaoling, and it is very large.

As soon as I entered the tent, there was a scent of books coming to my face.

The tents are very simple, including desks, bookshelfs, simple tables and chairs, and beds with curtains... "This desk is still your favorite pear blossom wooden table, brush, and ink table... These mothers have kept them for you for several years, and they are still brought by you from Tianyin."

"There is also the landscape painting hanging behind the desk. Your favorite one is from Huaxia. I asked Master Wang Cixi for it. My mother has been keeping it for you."

Qin Xiaoling walked back and forth happily in the tent.

He kept introducing the layout of the room to Qin Mo, from a washbasin to a large counter, clothes hanger, etc. Qin Xiaoling could tell everything that "Qin Yun" liked the most.

“This latex pillow.”

Qin Xiaoling sat on the bed with a smile, "You have a light sleep and can only use this kind of pillow. In the entire Qinzong, this latex pillow is only brought from the ancient battlefield. My mother kept it for you a few years ago."

"And there are bed sheets, your favorite bamboo ink sheets."

"There is also a quilt, your favorite..." Qin Xiaoling said for about ten minutes before she walked to Qin Mo with a smile, "Yun'er, don't you notice that the layout of this camp is very familiar?"

Qin Mo was already standing there in a daze.

"No...I haven't found it."

When Qin Mo spoke, he realized that his voice was even more swallowed.

"This camp layout is arranged according to your camping several years ago! The size and specifications are exactly the same. The bathtubs inside and even the toiletries are placed according to yours a few years ago. Mom knows that you are meticulous in your work, and so in your life, so I dare not make mistakes in these."

Qin Xiaoling smiled happily.

When she looked at her daughter, she realized that she was standing there in a daze and cried silently.

She hugged "Qin Yun" in her arms with distress.

"As long as you come back, as long as you come back safely, everything is fine. Over the years, Mom really misses you very much. Every day, she is afraid that the lock of the same heart will light up. You will be fine when you come back. Whoever lets you do dangerous things in the future will definitely stop you, as long as you come back."

Qin Xiaoling patted Qin Mo's back and said even more.

Qin Mo stood there blankly.

It seems like I have lost consciousness all over my body.

He looked at everything strange in front of him, and Qin Xiaoling's words just now kept echoing in his mind. Those words were like thorns, tingling Qin Mo's heart.

She always likes to start her words and say that: Mom knows you like it... Qin Mo has never experienced this feeling before.

Even Aunt Jiang and Chen Wan couldn't bring him this feeling. This feeling suffocated Qin Mo and made him want to escape from here frantically.

Is this what my mother...is it all?

If you know what you like, you will take care of any small details carefully.

She loves her far more than she loves herself.

Qin Mo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He was envious and jealous, and was about to go crazy, and even wanted to tear all this with his own hands. He was jealous of this and was about to lose his due reason.

Why?

Why can others have these?

Why don't I?
To be continued...