On Wuyong Peak, Shen Qiuming helped Chiho put on the Dragon God Ring again.
"Thank you, Shihu."
Chiho held it in her hand and looked at it over and over again. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.
Her precious Dragon God Ring is back, so great!
It's just that the red rope is too thick and ugly.
But no matter how she discussed it with Shihu, Shihu refused to braid a thin piece for her.
After she put it on, she ran to the bronze mirror and took a picture. She felt like she was wearing a red collar.
"Shihu..."
I also want to save face, okay?
"Really can't..."
"cannot!"
Shen Qiuming refused flatly. The thousand-year-old straight man simply doesn't understand the little girl's mind.
Chiho couldn't help but yawned loudly, "Okay, good night Shihu, Suisui goes back to sleep."
"Master will send you back."
Shen Qiuming looked out the window, with a strange expression on his face, which passed quickly, "What a rare visitor."
"What?" Chiho reluctantly opened her big eyes and looked out curiously.
But she was so sleepy that her soul was out of body. Her little head was biting and biting, and she would fall asleep in minutes.
Shen Qiuming laughed, stepped forward and picked up Tuanzi, his voice was gentle.
"Suisui, Master is asking you, Bingxin Sword, do you want to return it to Senior Sister Chuangyan?"
Xiaotuanzi's warm body arched in Shen Qiuming's arms, finding a comfortable position, and grabbed Shen Qiuming's beard.
Just when Shen Qiuming thought he couldn't get an answer, he heard Xiao Naiyin answer him in a daze, "I don't want to."
Xiao Naiyin asked again timidly, "Is it Senior Sister Zhangyan who comes to ask for the sword again?"
"It doesn't matter who comes, just go to sleep!"
Shen Qiuming patted Chiho's small back, and a ray of light spread from the place he patted, and soon turned into a protective shield, completely protecting Xiaotuanzi inside.
Soon, the protective cover disappeared again.
"If Suisui doesn't want to give it, then he won't give it to anyone."
As Shen Qiuming said this, he hugged Chiho and walked out.
Black Ball quickly followed behind.
Its current strength cannot deal with people outside.
But if Shen Qiuming takes action, isn't it just a matter of moving his fingers?
Youying: Oye, it’s another day for me to watch a big show.
"Shen Qiuming! Come out!"
Bing Yuqing waited outside for a long time, but no one came out to greet her.
She frowned in displeasure.
In the past, when she stepped into Wuyong Peak, Shen Qiuming would appear immediately.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for several years, this man actually learned to play hard to get.
Chen Chuanyan stood behind her and reminded carefully, "Master, the Bingxin Sword should be in Zhao Xi'er's hand."
"Confused!"
Bing Yuqing turned her head and said coldly, "Without Shen Qiuming's connivance, would she dare to take over your sword?"
Zhao Xi'er is no match for Chen Chuangyan.
Although Shen Qiuming is the weakest among the five peak masters, he still has some advantages over the younger generation.
It's really ridiculous and pitiful.
Soon, Bing Yuqing saw Shen Qiuming walking out slowly holding a child.
Her expression changed slightly, and she was a little afraid to recognize the man coming towards her.
Under the moonlight, the man was wearing a light blue robe, with snow-white silver hair, a handsome and aloof face, and a snow-white beard without any impurities. He was currently being held by Tuanzi in his arms.
Tuanzi's little head leaned obediently on his chest, with two little knots hanging loosely on his head.
The eyes are closed, and the long eyelashes are like a small fan.
Her mouth pouted slightly, her little body rose and fell regularly, and she was obviously asleep.
They have known each other for decades, but have not seen each other for just a few years. How can this man give people the feeling of being completely reborn?
Also...when did he have a child?
Bing Yuqing couldn't help but turned her head and asked Chen Chuangyan, "Who is that child?"
Chen Xianyan also didn't expect that Shen Qiuming would come out with Qianho in his arms. Does the old loser like the little kid so much?
When she was at Wuyong Peak, she had never seen Shen Qiuming a few times, let alone been hugged.
She gritted her teeth with hatred, "Master, this child's name is Chiho, and he is Wuyong Peak's new disciple."
Is he an apprentice?
Bing Yuqing remembered that she had seen him in Xishan that day.
How could she forget it for a moment?
She could tell that Shen Qiuming regarded the child in his arms as a treasure, and the man looked caring and caring.
Shen Qiuming stood on the steps with Chiho in his arms, with no intention of going down.
For some reason, Bing Yuqing felt that the scene in front of her was particularly dazzling. She just wanted to get the sword back and leave here.
"Shen Qiuming, let Zhao Xi'er come out."
She gets straight to the point.
"Sleep."
A calm answer, just two words.
Bing Yuqing's eyes widened in shock.
Is the man in front of me really Shen Qiuming? Is he so cold to me?
"Shen Qiuming, I don't want to talk nonsense to you. Return the Bingxin Sword and apologize to Xuanyan. This matter ends here."
She added compassionately, "I don't want to make everyone look bad."
"hehe……"
Shen Qiuming sneered, "Why don't you make any progress?"
"What's the meaning?"
Bing Yuqing became more and more irritable, feeling like there was an unknown fire in her chest.
"Master Bingfeng, it's getting late. Why don't you go back and figure things out before you come back? I want to rest."
Shen Qiuming hugged Chiho and was about to turn around and leave.
"stop!"
Bing Yuqing was so angry that her eyes were red, "Shen Qiuming, I finally..."
Shen Qiuming stopped turning around and looked at Bing Yuqing with a pair of eyes as deep as a deep pool.
"Please call me Peak Master Shen."
Bing Yuqing felt her breathing stagnant, as if she felt an extraordinary pressure from Shen Qiuming's eyes.
It is the kind of coercion in which the superior dominates the inferior.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. As Shen Qiuming turned around and left, everything seemed to be an illusion.
hateful!
Why does Shen Qiuming, a loser, have such an attitude towards him?
Bing Yuqing's spiritual power surged all over her body. Just when she was about to catch up and ask for explanation, she heard a familiar voice coming from behind her.
"Master, stop, stop quickly!"
It's Song Lingxi here.
She waited for a long time but didn't see Chen Xiangyan come back. She was really worried, so she came over without taking a look.
Unexpectedly, Chen Chuanyan actually called the master.
"Master, Senior Sister Chuangyan's sword is something she is willing to exchange with Qianho, in exchange for the ring. Senior Sister thinks the ring is a treasure, so..."
Before she could finish her words, Bing Yuqing raised her hand and Chen Xianyan flew out.
"Master!" Song Lingxi was frightened.
Bing Yuqing gave her a cold look, then looked back in the direction where Shen Qiuming disappeared, and finally left angrily.
Song Lingxi hurriedly went to check on Chen Chanyan's condition.
Chen Chuangyan fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and she fainted.
Song Lingxi quickly picked him up and apologized towards the main hall.
"Master Shen, fellow senior brothers and sisters, and Suisui, I'm really sorry for disturbing you tonight."
She bowed before hurriedly leaving with Chen Xianyan on her back.
In the main hall, Shen Qiuming carefully placed Chiho on the bed, then opened her little fingers one by one, and loosened his beard.
"Master," Zhao Xi'er's voice sounded from behind, "If Song Lingxi hadn't come just now, would you have taken the initiative with... Bingfeng?" This chapter has been completed!