Lu Youyou couldn't hold it back anymore, she hugged Xia Qinghe and laughed softly.
Her cold and beautiful face looks like the tip of an iceberg melting when she smiles, it's so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.
Bu Ti felt a little dazed and a little regretful.
Woohoo, the fairy sister is so beautiful, he wants her so much.
Xia Qinghe didn't know how to explain her son's childlike words.
Looking at Lu Youyou, who was smiling broadly in his arms, Xia Qinghe didn't explain anything. Anyway, he was just a child, so there was nothing to explain to a child.
Xia Qinghe's lack of explanation made Buyi even more convinced that his mother had snatched away the fairy sister he liked. Through the serious expression on his face, he felt that his mother really did not intend to let his wandering outsider father become a regular man.
.
Bu Ti shed tears of sympathy for her father again.
After lamenting how miserable his father was, he immediately put his father behind him, hugged Xia Qinghe with a smile, raised his meaty face, and said with his little white teeth:
"Mother, I wish you and the fairy sister to fall in love with each other, love each other, have a happy marriage for a hundred years, have a son soon, and have a family full of children and grandchildren..."
Following his words, Lu Youyou, who was lying on Xia Qinghe's shoulder, almost burst out laughing, and Xia Qinghe, who had a straight face, couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
Lu Youyou used all his strength to bring Xia Qinghe to the bed.
"Mr. Qinghe, it's getting dark. Let's go to bed early. Baby Bu Ti is still waiting to hold his younger brothers and sisters."
Xia Qinghe was stunned.
In her impression, Lu Youyou is smart, kind, and cute, but after this rebirth, Youyou has become cold and unattainable. No matter which image she is in, Youyou is very serious.
She never knew that Lu Youyou was very open-minded when he was not serious, which broke her inherent impression of Lu Youyou.
After being surprised, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, and she and Lu Youyou lay on the bed obediently.
Not tired of seeing this, he smiled, quickly kicked off his shoes, crawled between the two of them, holding his mother in his left hand, and holding the fairy sister in his right hand, it couldn't be more wonderful.
They thought no one saw it, but they didn't know that what happened in the cave was clearly seen by Luo Xicheng and Mo Hanchen using their spiritual consciousness.
The whole person in Luoxicheng was in a bad mood. He had a feeling that his own woman had put a cuckold on him. This cuckold was still a woman. It was almost crazy.
When Mo Hanchen saw Lu Youyou smiling so happily, he almost thought he had seen the wrong person.
He had to wonder whether Lu Youyou was Leng Fengyue in her previous life. Leng Fengyue would never smile so stupidly.
Ye Ziwu shook Luo Xicheng's arm.
"Hey, didn't you say you wanted to teach me and Le Jinrong magic?"
Luo Xicheng came back to his senses. At this moment, he was not in the mood to teach the two of them spells. He only wanted to return to the cave and lift this stupid woman Lu Youyou away from the bed.
This idiot, who doesn't make people worry, has changed his appearance. He even has more peach blossoms. All the old peach blossoms and young peach blossoms are rotten peach blossoms. It really doesn't make people worry.
Luo Xicheng somewhat misses Youyou when she was a child. Although her cultivation level was low and she looked like a bun, the most gratifying thing was that she was so ugly that she had no friends and was only his.
Now......
Luo Xicheng glanced at Ye Ziwu, Le Jinrong and Mo Hanchen, and became more and more angry.
This is his love rival that he knows, but he doesn't know how many people want to take advantage of him.
Ye Ziwu kept looking up at Luoxi City, and his neck felt sore.
But in order to learn spells, what does a sore neck mean? He asked with a smile:
"Brother Beauty, your face doesn't look good. Are you feeling unwell? If you don't feel well, it's okay not to practice today. Why don't you take a rest first while Le Jinrong and I go find Sister Youyou...
.”
"Stand still!" Luoxicheng said coldly.
Ye Ziwu immediately put away his smile and stood upright. Even Le Jinrong, who had been silent, stood up straight and obediently.
Even though they look cute and cute on the outside, in their hearts they have already rolled their eyes at Luoxi City.
Huh! Why are you dragging me? If it weren’t for getting the things in your hands and learning spells, I wouldn’t bother you.
Luo Xicheng no longer watched the scenes of Lu Youyou and Xia Qinghe as a "family of three" loving each other. The more they watched, the more angry they became. It was better not to watch.
He faced Ye Ziwu and Le Jinrong and spread his palms.
"You choose these two things for yourselves. If you choose the right thing, take it away. If you choose the wrong thing, it means that it is not destined for you. I can only destroy it."
"Ah? I still have to choose." Ye Ziwu looked confused.
Le Jinrong stared at the purple bamboo flute and storage bag in Luo Xicheng's palm for a while, then stretched out his hand and grabbed the bamboo flute without hesitation.
"I choose this."
"Hey, hey, hey, Le Jinrong, don't be so impulsive. Didn't you hear him say that if you choose the wrong thing, it will be destroyed? I have a hunch that both of these are good things."
Le Jinrong clutched the bamboo flute tightly: "It's true, I want this."
Luo Xicheng raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"
Le Jinrong nodded: "I'm sure."
Luo Xicheng asked Ye Ziwu again: "What about you, would you choose the bamboo flute in his hand or the storage bag left in my hand?"
Ye Ziwu was confused for a while.
The bamboo flute that Le Jinrong was holding was extraordinary at first glance, but the remaining storage bag was gray and looked a little shabby.
"I choose...Le Jinrong..."
Hearing Ye Ziwu mention his name, Le Jinrong tightened his grip on the bamboo flute, and a nervous look appeared on his face.
Ye Ziwu moved his fingers away from Le Jinrong and pointed at the storage bag in Luo Xicheng's hand.
"I choose this storage bag that Le Jinrong didn't choose."
Le Jinrong breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Ye Ziwu again. If you choose a storage bag, you should choose a storage bag. Why are you gasping for air? It's so scary.
Ye Ziwu Cang Luo Xicheng grabbed the storage bag and liked it very much. He wanted to open it, but found that he couldn't open it.
"Why can't it be opened? What's inside?"
"Of course you can't open it if you haven't cultivated it yet. You can open it when you reach the Nascent Soul stage."
Ye Ziwu didn't understand what cultivation level was in the Nascent Soul Stage. He asked curiously:
"Then when can I reach the Nascent Soul stage?"
Luo Xicheng recalled the age when Ye Ziwu reached the Nascent Soul stage in his previous life.
"With your not so good qualifications and understanding, it will probably take another hundred years."
Ye Ziwu: "......"
"One...a hundred years? I will be an old man by then. I should be dead long ago, right?"
Le Jinrong looked at him like a fool:
"Have you forgotten that we are in the world of cultivation now? It is said that people in the world of cultivation have long life spans."
"Really?" Ye Ziwu asked Luoxicheng with bright eyes and a face full of expectation.
"Brother Beauty, how old are you this year?"
"I am over five thousand years old."
Ye Ziwu's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at Luoxi City from top to bottom, left to right, and found that he didn't look like a person over five thousand years old.
Luo Xicheng looks younger than his parents, who are in their early twenties.
Ye Zi could not help but sigh:
"I didn't expect you to be so old, why aren't you dead yet?"
Luoxi City: "..."
Le Jinrong bumped Ye Ziwu with his elbow and reminded in a low voice:
"Yi Ziwu, don't talk nonsense. Do you know what it means to respect the old and love the young? Although he is indeed very old, he looks young. No one will notice if he pretends to be twenty."
Ye Ziwu felt that Le Jinrong was right, so he cast an apologetic look at Luoxicheng and comforted:
"Brother Beauty, I'm sorry. I shouldn't call you old. In fact, you are not old at all. There must be people older than you in the world of cultivation. You are much younger than those old men. Believe me, you must be the grandfather of all
One of the most beautiful.”
The veins on Luo Xicheng's forehead jumped.
Is this comforting? This is obviously rubbing salt into his wounds.
Is five thousand years old? He is the youngest mountain god in the dark side.