The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

Ling Qing looked at the crispy chicken legs and bumped Ling Han with her small elbow, "Brother, brother?"

She glanced sideways, not knowing what Linghan was thinking about, she snorted softly, she didn't eat if she didn't eat, she had milk to drink.

It wasn't until the next morning that all the monsters who came here were eliminated, and the disciples present were lying on the ground tiredly, without any image at all.

On the other hand, their elders were still fluttering and immortal, spotless, and the little apprentices around them were also clean and tidy.

Everyone lost their jealousy and resentment, and only fell asleep.

No one would see it anyway, Ling Qing stretched out her chubby arm towards Ling Qingxuan, "Mother, Haw wants to hug."

After knowing that acting like a spoiled child works, Ling Qing is unscrupulous, and even the first fear is much less, always looking for opportunities to get close to Ling Qingxuan.

Although she has repeatedly felt her father's gaze warning, Ling Qing still clings to Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan hugged her sideways and covered her eyes.

"Mother, I'm not afraid."

Parents must be used to these things, and she can't be afraid. Seeing her brother's stunned expression, he must be afraid.

"Brother, do you want to hug too?"

If you're shy, just say it if you want.

Seeing that Linghan was still in a daze, Ling Qingxuan poked his face, "What are you thinking?"

Ling Han returned to her senses, lowered her eyes and shook her head.

Maybe it's a coincidence, why did he think about monsters last night, and the monsters really came.

"Aya...what are you doing?" Xu Ling only saw Ling Qingxuan when she was selecting a disciple, or she was wearing a veil. She didn't even remember her name. Seeing her strange posture, she asked while holding her sword. .

Ling Qingxuan turned to look at her, "Move your muscles and bones."

Xu Ling: ...Who moves like this, this woman is really strange.

She looked at it carefully, the posture was like holding a child, shouldn't it be...

A bold idea flooded into her mind, and she raised her hand and threw the saber over.

It was just that the sword wind swept across, and before it could touch Ling Qingxuan, Feng Jue waved his sleeves and smashed it with aura.

The back of his head was cold, Xu Ling looked at Feng Jue's icy face and swallowed unconsciously.

She felt murderous.

"Elder."

Feng Jue walked to Ling Qingxuan's side and helped her pat the dust that didn't exist on her body.

Ling Qingxuan's posture became normal, and Xu Ling gritted his teeth.

Feng Jue punished Xu Ling for being disrespectful to Ling Qingxuan.

It's up to her to find tonight's snack.

When she came back with a pheasant and a bird, Lingqing muttered, "Mother, her color has turned black."

"Elder, please use it." Xu Ling brought a bowl of chicken soup to Feng Jue.

Feng Jue: "This seat has been inedible."

Xu Ling:  …

She could see that yesterday he ate chicken with the useless apprentice.

"There's a lot of meat in this bowl, Junior Sister, if the elder doesn't drink it, can you give it to me?"

Xu Ling ignored her senior brother directly, and handed the chicken soup to Ling Qingxuan, "I'm a little dazed today, I almost hurt you by mistake, I won't pay you for this bowl of chicken soup."

Ling Qingxuan looked serious, "You can't hurt me."

She added another sentence, "I'm also inedia."

Xu Ling: ?

Ling Qingxuan: "It was just opened yesterday."

Xu Ling's fingers pinched by the bowl turned white.

Both of them rejected her, as if they knew there was something wrong with this bowl of chicken soup.

"But tired?"

Feng Jue sat next to Ling Qingxuan and moved her body over so that she could lean on it easily.

Ling Qingxuan shook her head, but Ling Han, who was sitting in her arms, trembled slightly.

"Hanhan?"

Aware of the abnormal fluctuations in his spiritual power, Ling Qingxuan just grabbed his hand, and the two disappeared suddenly.

"Relax, it's okay."

Before disappearing, Ling Qingxuan gave Feng Jue a voice transmission.

Lingqing grabbed Feng Jue's sleeve and said, "Dad, is my brother out of control again?"

Feng Jue's brows were furrowed, her star eyes pondered deeply, and she held her hand, "With your mother by your side, it's okay, take a rest."

"..." Ling Qing thought for a moment and said, "Dad, there is something wrong with that bowl of chicken soup. I smelled a strange smell."

"Daddy knows."

Ling Qing didn't say more, and rested in her father's arms.

...

The scene of Ling Qingxuan and Ling Han changed, and they entered a vast and hazy space.

He was a little nervous and grabbed Ling Qingxuan's sleeve.

Ling Qingxuan touched his head and picked him up.

"Mother, I'm sorry."

He wanted to control it, but as soon as he heard those people talking about ostracizing his mother, and some people deliberately approached, he couldn't control it.

Ling Qingxuan changed the subject, "Something familiar here."

The foggy sky and clouds filled with a gray and dilapidated aura. Ling Han looked around and said, "I've been here before."

The last time I came here, there was a lush tree, a group of little black pigs under the tree, and a man and a woman with a familiar atmosphere.

Following the thin aura, Ling Qingxuan walked forward.

At the end of the smog, there was a hunched figure kneeling on one knee. There was no one in front of him, only a pale golden aura was fluttering.

It seems to have seen Ling Qingxuan, it wanted to approach, but was trapped by the surrounding transparent barriers, unable to escape the confinement.

The rickety figure shrank, returning to the childlike appearance that Aya Qingxuan was familiar with.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the light group, and his tender voice murmured vicissitudes.

"This is the five hundred and twentieth time she has died in front of me."

Ling Qingxuan looked at the group of light, the former Lord God?

"There is no way to fully revive her?"

If it wasn't for Xiaotong to help, she and Feng Jue would not have reunited one day, but even if he is a powerful person, can't he save the former Lord God?

Xiaotong shook his head, if there was, he wouldn't have to look for her so many times.

The color of the light group is getting lighter and lighter, and the tone of the child is more sad.

"She's leaving."

The cycle goes on and on, it's his punishment, he can never really be by her side.

The speed of the light group's fluttering intensified, and Ling Han grabbed Ling Qingxuan's collar and tightened it.

"Mother, she..."

Ling Han's uncertainty turned into certainty, "She seems to be calling me."

Xiaotong instantly appeared in front of him and asked seriously, "What did you say?"

Ling Qingxuan noticed Ling Han's strangeness and continued to move forward with him. When he got close to the light group, the child's breathing became louder.

Linghan asked hesitantly, "Mother, can I touch her?"

The little boy clenched his palms tightly, and although he didn't say a word, it was not difficult to see his nervousness.

After Ling Qingxuan's reply, Ling Han tentatively stretched out her hand, and actually passed through the transparent barrier, and her fingertips completely touched the ball of light.

Soft and warm, it's a very comfortable feeling.

"Don't go, don't go!" Seeing that the light group dimmed, Xiaotong's voice trembled suddenly, pleading bitterly.

The light group seemed to hear it and began to flicker.

Linghan frowned, not knowing why, the light group suddenly shrank, and it melted into Linghan's palm.

A golden flower imprint appeared in the soft little hands, and before Ling Han could react, the child grabbed her hand.

"She chose you, she chose you!"

His voice was very excited, but his hands were gentle and did not hurt Linghan.

Seeing him staring at her palm obsessively, Ling Han felt a little uncomfortable.

"she says……"