Listening to such blunt words, Ye Wuming had no expression, and he didn't even have any fluctuations in his heart.

I have become accustomed to being teased in the past two days... not only verbally, but also physically.

Anyway, ever since Bo Xun glimpsed the deepest desire in his heart, Zhao Changhe has never covered up on this matter. After all, his heart is known, and there is no point in covering it up, as it only makes people laugh.

However, these words had some meaning in Ye Wuming's ears.

Just now I was thinking about something that he was trying to control, but in a second I was slapped in the face, and he made it clear that he didn't mean to... It sounded like "you are more important than the country", and I didn't know whether to scold him or feel complacent.

Thousands of thoughts finally turned into a long sigh in the night palace.

Ye Wuming stood up, turned around and stepped into the lotus pond.

Touching the water with bare feet, the ripples are slightly rippled. Someone looked at the moon in the sky above the human world, and saw nebulae rising up, scattered and gathered, like ripples in the water.

The Emperor of Heaven steps on the night sky of the human world... Every step she takes is a change in the weather. If she wants thunder and rainstorms one day, there will be thunderstorms and rainstorms.

When he saw Zhao Changhe carefully holding the pregnant Xia Chichi lying on the dragon bed, the thunderstorm really started to fall.

A scholar and poet was drinking wine in front of the moon, when suddenly there was a heavy rain. People hurriedly went inside to take shelter from the rain, and looked around in embarrassment. It was clear again. They tried to go out and look again, but there was a strong wind, which rolled their eyes.

Can't even open it.

"God is sick tonight, isn't he?"

"How do you know it's God and not an old woman who's going through menopause..."

"Boom!" The speaker was struck by lightning and twitched on the ground.

Ling Ruoyu looked up at the sky. She had never felt that the cold moonlight could convey a sense of irritability, and a hint of... loneliness.

"Queque... the way she looked at me when we were leaving is still unforgettable to me, as if there were threads attached to her body... Do you think she was lonely?"

The sword in his arms buzzed: "You can draw strings with your eyes? Are you sure that the so-called strings are not her manipulation of your fate?"

Ling Ruoyu: "...Is everyone so prejudiced against her?"

"She asked for it. She said she was resisting the way of heaven or something, but is there any difference between what she does to others and the way of heaven? Isn't it also about controlling others, and everyone is her son. Does she care about other people's thoughts?"

Ling Ruoyu was shocked: "Wow, is this what you said?"

"...This is your father's inner thoughts. I am connected with him." Longque said proudly: "Now do you know the difference between you and me?"

"I don't know. I only know that he vented his anger on me and didn't even care about your material."

"That's because he has his own back-up, and he knows he can get it!" The girl with two ponytails was so angry that she jumped out of the knife: "Why are you becoming less and less human after becoming a human being? You were not like this before!"

"Zhan Dao is uneducated and has such poor expression skills that I can't understand what you are saying."

"Why can't it be that you are uneducated and have poor understanding?"

The two girls, one person and one soul, soon struggled with each other.

Ling Ruoyu couldn't defeat Longque without Xinghe, and was brutally suppressed. He soon cheated and touched Xinghe, and suppressed Longque below.

The two girls gasped and glared at each other, and Longque gnashed his teeth and said: "Just wait for me, I will train again soon!"

"Huh, I'm not afraid of you even after heavy training." The girl let go of her sisters, and the two of them lay on their backs on the observatory, looking at the sky, and said nothing for a while.

The little sisters are fighting each other, and they are still the best friends who have been together in the ring since childhood.

After a while, Ling Ruoyu said hesitantly: "Mom is not that bad."

Long Que lay on his back and basked in the moon, and said lazily: "What kind words can you say for her... Logically speaking, you should hate her the most. She has really abandoned you for an entire era. If it weren't for the surname Zhao

They fished you out and forged you, but now you are still a blank."

Ling Ruoyu hesitated and said: "But she was helpless. She didn't have the ability to forge me completely at that time, so she could only leave it to the future. Later, dad...well, after the master found me, she started to move the master from the direction of the blood evil to the direction of the galaxy.

"Guided me, that means I want my master to help me make the sword. If it weren't for me, I'm afraid my master would still continue to follow the path of bloodshed."

Long Que asked curiously: "Why did you call me Master again? I think your father can call you very smoothly."

"That's what we agreed upon. If you call her daddy in front of her, you will still be master under normal circumstances..."

"Is it necessary? Take off your pants and fart."

"Because these are really not parents in the conventional sense. It's very embarrassing." Ling Ruoyu said weakly: "If that's really the case, are you the child of him and Xia Longyuan?"

Longque's whole body trembled, and he quickly said angrily: "No! What you mean is a combination of two people inheriting from Ye Wuming to Zhao Changhe, but I am not. It turns out that Longque only has a hidden spirituality,

There is no human-shaped sword spirit. I was born because of Zhao Changhe, and it is completely different from the original Dragon Bird of Xia Longyuan. The most typical sign is that the original Dragon Bird was an imperial sword, do you think I am?"

Ling Ruoyu turned around and took a look at her, and felt that it was indeed not the case. Anyway, since Xinghe met Longque, this guy has nothing to do with the word "emperor". He is just a fool.

Longque's spiritual enlightenment was completely synthesized by the thoughts of Zhao Changhe and the beauties around him, so she was so popular. It also meant that her spiritual enlightenment was a transitional period in Zhao Changhe's cultivation process, and she did not form her own "Tao".

There are miscellaneous things.

So it is indeed time for Longque to be re-forged... The current level is indeed not enough. Ling Ruoyu was a little curious when he thought about it: "Then will your appearance change if you are re-forged again?"

"...The intention of the knife will change, but the appearance should not. Just like the shape of the knife, it will never change."

"Has your size remained the same? Are you still this small?"

"How am I smaller?" Longque jumped up: "I'm older than you!"

Ling Ruoyu glanced at Longque's chest with an indescribable expression. I'm flat, but you seem to be about the same, but you're older... It's hard to be a sister, not a sister.

Longque understood her eyes and covered her chest with grief and anger: "Why do you keep pulling on me, aren't you talking about your parents?"

Ling Ruoyu was silent for a moment and whispered: "I just don't know what to say about her, so I changed the subject... Anyway, you will be your master, are you your father?"

Longque thought for a long time: "No way. He wanted me to call him daddy in a bad way before, but I didn't call him daddy anyway, you stinky fish."

"Then I say they are not parents in the conventional sense. What do you object to?"

"...Do I need a reason to object to you?"

Ling Ruoyu was angry and funny, but he didn't have the energy to talk nonsense with Longque. He just sighed: "But I know this truth clearly, but when I saw the way she looked at me, I still felt weird and a little sad... Queque

Do you feel this way?"

Longque thought for a while, and could only guess what Zhao Changhe would look at him if he was snatched away by others. Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little sad, and said: "But Ye Wuming really has such feelings for you?"

?When you were cast, she hadn’t lost contact yet, and I didn’t see any special expressions from her to you. She didn’t cherish even being around you, so now you’re playing the role of mother-daughter love..."

"I don't know..." Ling Ruoyu sat up, put her chin on her knees, hugged her knees and muttered to herself: "I always think that it would be nice if she didn't want to be alone in the sky, so we can all be together...

…why wouldn’t she?”

Why wouldn't she...

Ye Wuming watched the conversation of the little girls intently, with dark eyes. The world could only see the night sky covered with dense clouds, making it difficult to see the heart of the sky.

Long Que encouraged eagerly: "Would you like to give them a little more credit?"

Ling Ruoyu was stunned: "How to add it? Is it possible to use aphrodisiacs as the saying goes? It won't work for them."

"..." Long Que was shocked: "How do you think you are a human being? Is this all you see when you walk around the world?"

Ling Ruoyu said angrily: "What I travel around the world for is combat experience, not these... You know so much, can you come up with an innovative idea?"

Longque stretched out his middle and middle fingers to touch Xuanyuan's chin, and lowered his voice: "How about you imitate Lao Zhao's handwriting and send her a love letter? No, no, Lao Zhao has declared so bluntly that there is no need for a love letter.

...It should be the other way around, imitating her handwriting and sending a love letter to Lao Zhao to break the deadlock of her desperate need to save face."

Ling Ruoyu blinked, feeling that it made sense: "But I haven't seen her handwriting."

Long Que put his hands on his hips and said, "Idiot. You haven't seen it before. Have you seen it before?"

Ling Ruoyu: "..."

Long Que put his hands on his hips and pointed to the sky: "So just write whatever you want, as long as the strokes contain her Night Emperor meaning. Isn't this your specialty?"

Ye Wuming folded his arms and watched the two dolls conspiring in front of each other, tilting his head and being speechless.

Who are you stupid to say... Your master has not learned a single bit of the insidious methods he secretly plots.

But somehow, even though I see others scheming against me, I don't get angry at all, but I find it cute.

Ye Wuming's eyes were focused on Ling Ruoyu... Little girl, can you really do this?

Ling Ruoyu didn't think about it, and grabbed his hair in distress, which was all messy.

You shouldn't have asked Queque to be your military advisor. His ideas are crooked and I don't know if they will be useful...

…………

Over there, Zhao Changhe didn't care about the weather or the child's plot, he just honestly held his pregnant wife and rested for the night.

Not only to spend time with my wife and children, but also to settle and adjust myself.

Xia Chichi didn't say anything, she happily slept in her husband's arms and slept soundly.

Reforging the dragon bird is a very solemn thing for Zhao Changhe. For this sword that has followed him from the fourth level of the entrance to today, Zhao Changhe does not attach much importance to it as it seems on the surface.

.I was a little tired when I came back that night, so I took a rest all night to face this matter in the best possible condition.

As a result, when I woke up the next morning and went to the observatory, I saw that Ling Ruoyu was holding the dragon bird and the two little girls were sleeping soundly.

What can I say about that scene...it's so cute, it makes people's hearts melt.

He must be really old... Zhao Changhe had this thought in his mind. He squatted down and flicked the handle of the Dragon Bird knife on the side.
To be continued...