The Lover’s Prattle

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Lin Zhao leaned against the trunk to sleep, and Qingruo sat next to her holding the branch and turned the fire in front.

Yunze strode from mid-air at this time.

At first glance, it was still far away. The air came by wind, and two or three steps were close at hand.

Qing Ruo turned to look at Lin Zhao, who was still asleep, raised his hand and made a shushing finger at Yun Ze, while he got up and smiled brightly, and said in a mouthful, "Father, are you in retreat?"

Yunze was wearing a navy blue robe, and behind him was a huge sword that was half a meter wide and one and a half meters long.

His cultivation has taken another step, now it can be said to be the top class in Zongmen.

Right after the retreat came out, I heard that ‘black and white and double evils’ are buzzing. ’

Qing Ruo had his tracking buckle on his body, because the psychic stone has never shown that Qing Ruo is in danger of life, so he has been resolutely resolute until now. The first thing is to find Qing Ruo.

Yunze was surrounded by a severe icy air of ice. He was a mutated ice root, and the coldness of the frozen bones spread quickly around the air pressure.

The original burning fire went out silently, and the top of the branch was dark without any bit of smoke.

Lin Zhao shrank and opened his eyes with his hands rolled around the quilt.

Blood eyes are like eagles.

Qing Ruo stood between the two men, facing away from Lin Zhao, realizing that Lin Zhao was awake and quickly turned around.

Lin Zhao looked over, rolling his quilt trembling, his eyes awake a little misty, and he smiled when he saw Qing Ruo turned back.

An horrible face is even more ugly.

Qing Ruo quickly hooked his lips and smiled to appease him, and gave him a warming spell and passed around him.

Turning sweetly, "Father." Stepped forward to pull Yun Ze's arm.

Yunze had a somber face, his body didn't move like a mountain, he didn't talk and didn't look at her, but stared at Lin Zhao, a posture that he would cut his sword to death in the next second.

Qing Ruo touched her forehead awkwardly, shaking Yun Ze's arm, her voice soft and soft, "Father ~"

Linzhao had stood up from the ground, and Yunze's air-conditioner targeted him deliberately. Qingruo's current practice was not comparable to Yunze's, so she didn't know that the warming technique she had called was actually of little use.

His knees were stiff, and he stood up with the trunk behind him, and he even heard the sound of his knees.

Holding the quilt in his arm and folding it into the Qiankun bag, Lin Zhao smiled at Yun Ze gently, with a respectful tone. "Hyunze Feng, Lord, have long been famous. I am Linzhao."

Yunze snorted, and Qingruo still held his arm softly and coquettishly. He turned his head and knocked on Qingruo's forehead. Qingruo's sight was now fixed on Yunze, and Yunze's Yuguang But it was watching Lin Zhao.

The violent beasts of the beast just emerged in his eyes, and now the overwhelming murderous intention was so strong that it would pour out of his eyes.

"How did you mix with this thing?" Yunze couldn't bear to Qingruo, wrinkled his face, and asked her, her voice was very rude, but he took one hand away and looked at her forehead. Look.

He doesn't care about his own size, and Qing Ruo is just pretending to be pitiful. Yun Ze still sticks his fingertips to the healing spell.

Qing Ruo dug his mouth and pulled at his clothes, reminded unhappy, "Father! He is Lin Zhao."

As Yunze described, Qing Ruo didn't dare to turn his head to look at Lin Zhao's expression at this time.

Yun Ze retracted his hands behind his back, slightly lowered his head and looked at her serious eyes carefully.

Qing Ruo, his raised daughter, grew up in the palm of his hand. The Xiuxian world has a weak emotion, and its family is not strong. Many people from the beginning of their love for their parents only provide guidance for cultivation, not a bit of life.

He is the same, he has never felt the affection of his parents.

He lived too long, not only Qingruo had a child, but also her daughter, but Qingruo was the only child he raised as a daughter.

If he gave her father's love, then on the other hand, the reason why he was willing to spoil her is that here in Qing Ruo, he can truly know that he is a father and that he has blood relatives.

Qing Ruo's temperament is only good for those who really like relationships, and never deliberately aggrieves himself.

Yun Ze sighed in his heart and confessed that he had sighed, but his face was still tight, his brows froze, and he raised his hands and rubbed her hair. "Are there any injuries?"

Qing Ruo shook her head, and her bright eyes were clear and conscientious. "No." Then she cast a spell next to her, "Father, I am a step up to the next level ~"

The voice was full of pride such as his father showing off, "but it's still far from his father." He grumbled.

Yunze laughed, praised and encouraged. The good things found in the secret place were all put in a Qiankun bag. Now he took it out and handed it to her, "See what you like."

Turned and walked to Lin Zhao.

The color of the skin is weird, and the face is ugly.

Yun Ze turned his back to Qing Ruochao's Lin Zhao, all disdain and irony.

Lin Zhao stood upright against the trunk, with his spine straight and slightly raised his chin to look straight at Yunze, seeing his irony and disdain as calm as the sea.

He had lost consciousness on his knees, but he didn't show anything on his face. He smiled lightly, and his voice was very contrasting with his appearance. "Uncle."

The last sentence was still called Yunze Fengzhu, and now he is directly uncle.

Yunze moved his fingers and withdrew the cold air that pressed Lin Zhao's body.

Lin Zhao almost knelt down, his hands quickly turned around behind him and clasped the trunk behind him. His body remained straight, his mouth slightly hooked, and he was impassive in his leisure.

"What are you going to do now?" Yunze asked him directly, of course he would not care about the life and death of Lin Zhao, but he must manage Qingruo.

Qing Ruo had already handed out all the life-saving things in the Qiankun bag that Yunze had given to her, put it in her own Qiankun bag, and walked over to return the bag to Yunze.

Obviously, he saw the discomfort of Lin Zhao, because his fingertips that had been plucked into the bark of the tree had broken and bleeding, and the **** smell began to spread in the air.

Qing Ruo pursed her lips and said nothing, walked to him and stood with him, and the hands behind him stretched out to catch most of his weight.

Lin Zhao came over, relieved, and in her ears, a slightly cool breath blew into the hair of her horns, swirled into the ears with a little hair, and the itchy coolness was mixed with a little of the heat rising from the body .

Yun Ze looked at Qing Ruo, and clenched his fists with his hands behind him. His eyes had become slain, and his mouth was direct and cruel. "What are you? Are you worthy? The combination of man and monster and you do n’t know what it is ? "

Yunze half-roared and drank, speaking fast, if the Qing was too late to stop, the surrounding trees had been shaken left and right by the pressure brought by Yunze.

"Father! You ..."

Lin Zhao raised her hand to Qing Ruo's lips and didn't stick it, just blocked her words.

Turning his head and bending her eyebrows at her, blood-red eyes with blood-colored luster, just unearthed dazzling blood-jade.

"Uncle, I won't let go of her, and I will take her to the death."

Yun Ze raised his hand and slashed down with a palm wind.

Lin Zhao sacrifice the defensive magic weapon, the magic weapon shrouded Qing Ruo and him, Lin Zhao half body leaned on Qing Ruo, the magic weapon was split into a slight crack directly by Yun Ze's palm, Lin Zhao blew a blood spray on Cover.

"Lin Zhao!"

If Qing was too anxious, he held one hand to sacrifice another weapon, and looked at Yunze who had pulled out his sword. "Father! I will not live if you kill him, he will die. I will die too! "

Yun Ze's sword stopped in mid-air, and Qingruo's anxiety, distress, and life and death followed, without any falsification.

Yun Ze retracted his sword on his body, closed his eyes tightly, and exhaled a long breath, "You won. We need to talk."

These words were spoken to Lin Zhao.

Two men, in fact, from the first glance at each other, they know that only one can win today.

That one just came out, but two people thought of going to the same place.

One is the father of the distressed daughter, and the other is the devil who does not let go. Otherwise, who would be willing to admit defeat.

Lin Zhao wiped off the blood on the corner of her mouth, and when she was still a little embarrassed, Qingruo touched the top of her hair. The rough, scarred hands slid to her hair, bringing a burst of bumpy friction.

Lin Zhao came together and kissed her forehead. "I talk to my uncle for a while."

Turned and followed Yun Ze's footsteps. His knees were painful, his cold body was almost unsteady, he walked slowly, but he didn't hesitate, and every step was firm and firm.

"Lin Zhao." The two stood against each other and continued to be far away, Yun Ze played a soundproof array.

Lin Zhao nodded, and his eyes were no longer gentle, full of gloomy murderous intentions.

Yunze also didn't care, "What exercises have you practiced, how is it now?"

Lin Zhao pursed her lips, apparently too lazy to answer the question, "I won't let her have anything until I will die."

"..."

The two remained silent for a while, and Yun Ze still passed a thing in his Qiankun bag. "This can cover up the magic. Six hours."

Lin Zhao looked down for a while and shook his head.

Yunze also reluctantly, retracted the bag, changed hands to remove the sound insulation array, and asked again, "Does Xiaoru know what you practice?"

"She didn't ask."

Yun Ze sighed and lifted his hand out of the soundproofing array. He couldn't help scolding Qingruo.

"I went back to Zongmen and blocked it. Now Zongmen and the Demons are playing in the dark, busy grabbing Xuan Jue Men and Jing He Men. Many people have given up on you. Be careful yourself. "

Yun Ze's words fell, his eyes fell on Qing Ruo's face, and he sighed and opened his arms.

Qing Ruo's originally nervous expression smiled instantly, and smiled into Yunze's arms.

Leaning against his shoulder, his arm touched the huge sword behind him, reassuring and dependent.

The feeling of the father.

"Father, thank you, sorry."

Yunze hugged her and patted her on the back, Lin Zhao standing behind him stretched out several times to pull her hand away and stopped in the air. Yunze pretended to be invisible, but still reluctantly tender, "The girl has grown up. Be careful, there is danger of crushing the psychic stones."

The two bid farewell reluctantly, and summoned a fly-eaten face, and wanted to stop staring at the beginning without seeing or worrying.

Until Yun Ze's figure disappeared completely, Lin Zhao hissed softly, followed by the whole body to relax and fell to Qing Ruo.

Speak gently before consciousness, and the voice of peace of mind is gentle and cherished, "Qing Ruo, catch me."

**

Human-human combination?

I know of course.

But I still want to pull her to death.

Qingruo, I think so.

I'm more afraid of **** without you.

—— [Black Box]