The old man sighed deeply and choked with sobs: "You child, you have really suffered. Why did you give me the divine water that you worked so hard to get back?
I have never met you, how can I receive this favor?
I even accused you before, and I feel deeply ashamed."
Qingge raised her head, her eyebrows curved like crescent moons, and said with a smile: "My soul is damaged, so drinking this cup of Nightmare North Divine Water is useless. It's better to help seniors break through."
"The world often says that the Empress of Dongzhou is a snake-scorpion woman who is ruthless, ruthless and cold-blooded. From my point of view, she is clearly one of those mediocre people telling lies! The empress is willing to give the Nightmare North Divine Water to this old man who has nothing to do with her.
How could the people and relatives around them be so different?
Empress, you deserve the glory you have today! From now on, if anyone dares to say anything wrong about the Empress, I will definitely tear that shameless mouth apart."
The old man suddenly knelt on one knee in front of Qingge. Qingge quickly stood up from the vine, holding both sides of the old man with his hands, "Senior, what are you doing? This junior is not blessed to endure it."
"You are the Empress of the Heavenly Realm. You are worthy of me kneeling down. In my life, I have never admired anyone, no father, no master, no king.
But now, I am willing to follow the empress!"
said the old man.
Qingge shed tears and was deeply moved, "Senior, you are very similar to my grandfather. He lives in Four Stars and looks forward to my coming home every day."
"He is lucky to have a granddaughter like you."
said the old man.
"..." The remnant soul of Gu Long's eyes were dull, and he fell speechlessly into the spiritual world, quite a bit crazy.
He really wanted to break through his mental shackles, go to the attic, shake the possessed old man awake, and tell him the truth.
Then what kind of Nightmare North Divine Water is it? It is clearly the Lake of the Meng Clan. With water like this, there is a lake in Qingge! "You girl is really insidious. Just take a glass of water and make a person loyally work for his life..." Gu Long's remnant soul sighed: "This
Mr. Zhou will never be able to do such ridiculous things."
Zhou Lao and Taizu are both upright people, how could they think of playing with people's hearts.
But Gu Long's remnant soul had no choice but to give in. Ye Qingge's control over human nature was almost to the point of "getting angry".
What has to be said is that compared to Mr. Zhou's way of doing things, Gu Long's remnant soul is more inclined to Qing Ge's scheming.
Qing Ge had long since wanted to win over the old man, but she would not invite him. Instead, she would let him do it willingly and surrender to her.
Indeed, if Qingge directly told the truth about Mengzu Lake, even if the old man would be grateful, he would not be so moved.
Qingge helped the old man up, "Senior is a free man and will never enter the country in his life. I don't want to restrain him.
Seniors can also be free on the land of Dongzhou."
After saying this, the old man was even more grateful. Thinking of the damage to his soul, he asked: "Empress, can you let me see your soul?"
"Then thank you for your hard work, senior."
Qingge closed her eyes and no longer closed the thunder nest. The old man looked at Qingge's soul. He could not see the ten spirit-erasing needles deep in the soul, but he could detect the degree of damage to the soul.
The old man was shocked and took a few steps back. His slightly raised hands were trembling. He looked at Qingge in shock and murmured in a trembling voice: "How can the state of the soul be so bad!"
He thought it was just damaged as Qingge said, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.
It is unimaginable that a person who seems so healthy would be in a state of soul that is about to collapse.
Based on the old man's understanding of spirituality, if it were any other adult cultivator with a soul in this state, they would probably become a puppet without soul consciousness.
"Does it hurt?"
the old man asked.
"It hurts, it hurts all the time."
"How did you hold on?"
The old man could not imagine that if his soul was in such a bad state, would he be able to speak and smile as calmly as the empress?
The answer is no.
In this way, Qing Ge just cannot become a qualified spiritual teacher, which is the best situation.
When the old man thought that the reason why Qingge had fallen into this state was all because of the pot of Nightmare Bei Shenshui that he drank into his abdomen, he felt filled with guilt and became even more sure of his thoughts.
He wanted to stay in Dongzhou, stay by the empress' side, and become the empress' lost spiritual master.
Qingge stretched out and bent towards the old man: "Junior knows that in the past few decades, from Zhonglin Mountain to God's Domain, even the Lord of the Dark Palace has offered you an olive branch, no matter how tempting it is.
The seniors were unmoved by the conditions and concentrated on practicing in the mountains.
Senior, I am very grateful for your willingness to come to Dongzhou."
These heartfelt words strengthened the old man's determination.
"Empress, I will definitely find a way to heal the soul. I must see your spiritual demeanor!"
"..." After the old man left, Qingge sat back on the swing again, kicking her feet lightly on the ground, swaying once and for all.
As early as when she spoke to Old Man Xuanji, she had already given up her spirit and would not regret the injury to her soul.
Qingge stared at the flower pot on the window sill, narrowed her eyes slightly, and tried to use subtle spiritual power to drive the flower pot.
The flowerpot was slightly away from the window sill, no more than a fingernail's distance away, and soon landed on the window sill again.
Qing Ge blinked and leaned on the swing vines, "That's it, that's it..." Suddenly, a flower pot with a flower in full bloom floated in front of Qing Ge, and the fragrance and fragrance hit her nostrils.
Qingge was surprised and turned her head to look, only to see Ji Yue and the others appearing in the dimming light of the attic.
In the deep darkness of the night, Ji Yue walked slowly, took the potted plant, took out a flower, and pinned it in Qingge's hair.
"It's so good to have a delicate flower paired with a beautiful woman."
Ji Yue said.
"Ah Yue..." Ji Yue grabbed her chin, her face enlarged in her eyes.
The man's eyes were like ink that cannot be melted away. He looked at her deeply and breathed hotly when he said: "Let your husband do all the things you can't do in the future."
Qingge smiled and put her hands around Ji Yue's neck, and wrapped her limbs around Ji Yue suddenly, "What should I do? I really want to rely on you for the rest of my life."
"How can a lifetime be enough?
In the next life, and the next life after that, my heart will only be open to girls."
Ji Yue carried her towards the attic.
"I made some soup for you, drink it before going to bed."
Night Terror Feng said.
Jiu Ci looked suddenly, "How come I didn't know you made soup?"
During the few months my sister was in seclusion, her father was indifferent to him. It was hard for her to even take a sip of soup and get promoted to heaven... "I was afraid that you would eat it secretly, so I didn't tell you."
Night Jingfeng said.
Jiu Ci: "...I'm kidding, do you think I'm someone who knows how to steal food?"
Ji Yue drank the soup Ye Jingfeng cooked with her Qing Ge.
Ye Jingfeng's craftsmanship is second to none, and the taste is excellent.
Jiuci hummed softly and returned to the room gloomily.
"It's just a bowl of soup, I don't care about it."
Jiuci walked forward with vague thoughts, then suddenly sniffed and stopped in front of the table.
He looked at the soup bowl on the table and opened it, revealing a rich soup.
Jiu Ci pursed his lips and smiled. He sat at the table and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said with a look of enjoyment on his face, "It tastes bad."