Mother and Daughter Heart

Ji Wushuang's slightly trembling eyelids returned to calm again, and only Ji Qingcheng's voice was left in the cold cave.

Ji Qingcheng took out a comb at some time and slowly combed Ji Wushuang's black hair, with a gentle and gentle expression: "You have been with such a long time, and there are only a few consciousnesses left. If it were you

If I don’t want to see her, I will spend a few more years to completely remove your consciousness. Shuang'er, you were willing to do it back then, but now you are forced to leave, and you think I really don’t understand you.

mean?"

Ji Qingcheng's voice was crisp and nice, as if he was a girl, but his speaking speed was much slower than that of ordinary people. He seemed like an old man slowly told stories without any rush or slowness.

"My original intention is not to hurt you and her. If you want to see her, I will bring her to see you." Ji Qingcheng sighed softly: "If Xueer knew that she had come to Xuecheng, she would definitely not let her go."

After that, letting her come here can be considered as a temporary guarantee of her safety. That girl, since she is your bloodline and my descendant, I will protect her life even if she has not joined Feng Fu Chongchen.

, don't worry."

"She and Wu'er are both children with miserable lives."

As if he was talking to himself, Ji Qingcheng finally combed Ji Wushuang's hair thoroughly, stood up slowly, and left the place.

It was not until Ji Qingcheng left that a faint sob came from the empty ice cave, and it sounded from nowhere, suppressing desolation and full of pain.

"Younger. My Hunger"

Ji Wushuang's body still did not move at all, as if it was an ice sculpture.

Even Ji Qingcheng couldn't hear the crying coming from the ice cave, and Feng Qing, who was far away a hundred miles away, could not hear it.

But Feng Qing had just sat on the chair, but her right chest suddenly twitched for no reason, and her lip color changed immediately.

"What's wrong?" Qin Mufeng saw that Feng Qing's face was wrong and immediately asked.

"The chest is stuffy, it seems." It seems that someone is calling her, and she is calling her heart-wrenchingly.

This is the first time that this feeling has happened. Feng Qing also felt that she might have hallucinations because she was too tired to save Xiao Bowen.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Feng Qing was still very confident about her physical condition. After taking a breath, she returned to normal, but the feeling of slight stuffiness in her chest had not completely dissipated.

The entire inn was as clean as before, meticulous as before, with tables, chairs and benches. After Fengqing and Qin Mufengru, they sat down at the second floor by the window. The window was half open, and a trace of snowflakes floated in and fell on the table.

After the inn owner's seat, Cang Zuo actually brought hot tea with the inn owner's wife and served it to the two of them.

Feng Qing looked at Cang Zuo with interest: "I told you how soon after teleporting over, there was no one in Cang Zuo. It turned out that he was here."

"Go back to Shaogu Master, Cang Zuo is the first to clean the residence of Jun Shang and Shaogu Master, so as not to have any accidents when the two of you fell." Cang Zuo put a stack of lotus-shaped white pastries on the table: "

Shaoguzhu, this is the ice-skin lotus cake, a pastry that only has in Snow City, you can try it.”

The lotus-shaped pastry has a shiny and translucent skin. You can see ice crystals condensed on the surface. Through the translucent skin, you can vaguely see the milky white inward sink. Looking at the appearance, Feng Qing’s index finger has already been

A big move.

He pinched a pastry with his fingers, and the tentacles were cold, and Feng Qing said "Huh".

This thing looks very similar to the ice soybean from my previous life, and it looks even more refined.

After taking a bite, the cold and dense taste brightened Feng Qing's eyes, and with the sweet and glutinous inwards that were made from somehow, it tasted really wonderful. When the cold taste was warmed by the temperature of the mouth, the fragrance of lotus was scented.

It spreads in the mouth, and the lips and teeth smell fragrant.

Add a sip of hot tea.

Feng Qing was so comfortable that she wanted to moan.

"tasty."

Feng Qing has always praised good things.

"But this thing should only be preserved in this snow city, which is snowy all year round. If you leave this, you probably won't be able to make this taste." Feng Qing pinched another lotus paste, then picked up the rest and handed it to the plate.

He stood by the side and held the first lunar calendar: "Called for the first lunar calendar, otherwise it would wake up and know that we would not shout it to eat, it would be a mess."

The snake held the plate and nodded, and hugged Chuyi to the side and coaxed her.

"Introduction?" Feng Qing put her belly on her stomach and focused on the inn owner who was a little fat.

"The Shaogu Lord, whose subordinate is Yinglan, belongs to Cangming Pavilion, was sent to Xuecheng ten years ago."

The boss of Yinglan looks pretty and does not wear makeup. She wears a refreshing dress. She simply has a jade hairpin on her head and a decent smile, which makes people feel particularly friendly.

However, Feng Qing realized that the Yinglan boss lady was also a spiritual practitioner, but her realm could only be considered ordinary.

"I thought that in your name, Qi Ye, you have also entered the inn and hotels besides Wanbao Pavilion and the utensilshop. I feel relieved when I know there is only one."

"Qingqing is worried that I will hide my private house?"

"Cough cough." Feng Qing, who was drinking tea, almost choked and glared at Qin Mufeng with anger.

What a private house that is not a private house? She is like a shrew who saw a snow city today, and she is playing with the idea of ​​paying public funds. Besides, they are not married yet, so how can they get a private house?

The boss's wife didn't know if she was influenced by the folk customs of Xuecheng, so she didn't seem to be so afraid of Qin Mufeng, so she answered directly.

"As for the local customs of Snow City, men really should not have private houses. According to city rules, they have to parade the streets."

Now it’s not just Cang Zuo, but Feng Qing also looks at the boss’s wife like a monster.

Cang Zuo almost stretched out his thumb.

As a subordinate, I dare to say that I want to walk on the streets in front of you. I am really a god.

The atmosphere has a brief quietness.

After a while, the boss's wife suddenly realized that what she said just now was very inappropriate, so she knelt down and apologized.

"Your Majesty, Yinglan has no restraint and asks you to reduce the punishment."

Feng Qing didn't think Qin Mufeng would really set out for the boss of Yinglan, so he reached out to catch a snowflake. He turned around and saw the guards in Xuecheng wearing white uniforms embroidered with snow lotus, neatly arranged the streets.

The lantern is lit.

Of course, the guards are all women.

Long hair is tall and upright, white clothes are strong, and it has a very refreshing taste of heroic posture.

"Are these city slaves?"

The boss of Yinglan, who had not waited to get a penalty or got up to exempt him, slowly got up under the secret gesture of Cangzuo, stood up slowly and looked at the guards downstairs.

"The Lord of Shaogu is a city slave. This is the seventeenth generation of city slaves."

"What? Snow City Slaves are still divided into generations?"

"This is natural. The Snow City Slaves class is clearly distinguished, and the selection of each generation is extremely strict. Not everyone can become a city slave. Once the city slave is selected, the status of the whole family will rise completely."
Chapter completed!