"Senior called me to stop, why!?"
Leng Qingming asked respectfully.
"Do you think that plum blossom is more beautiful!?"
The beauty pointed to the plum blossoms beside her and asked her aloud.
"Well… "
Leng Qingming also didn't expect that she would suddenly ask such a question. She looked around and finally smiled slightly, "Those who feel beautiful will feel beautiful when they look at every plant!"
“…”
Ye Yingniang didn't expect that she would be so clever, her eyebrows stood up, and she couldn't help but laugh in the end.
Her laughter was very pleasant and ethereal, as if it didn't belong to this world.
"You, this little girl, are quite interesting!"
The beauty smiled and glanced at Leng Qingying with her beautiful eyes.
"Girl, I see that you are about the same age as me. That senior just now was a bit at a disadvantage when he shouted!"
After Leng Qingming said this, he kept looking at the beauty in front of him.
Sure enough, when the beauty heard what she said, she covered her mouth and smiled.
A beauty is a beauty, and every smile can be painted.
After she finished smiling, she said, "I can probably be your grandma."
After saying that, she shook her head again, and a touch of sadness suddenly disappeared in her eyes.
"Grandma, you are obviously so young, even younger than my mother!"
Leng Qingmao added another sentence.
"Are you Ye Yingniang, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world?"
Finally, Leng Qingyao asked aloud.
"Huh? Interesting!"
When the beauty heard this, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at Leng Qingqing.
"It happened so many years ago, and you still know about it at such a young age."
Ye Yingniang smiled and took two more steps forward.
Leng Qingqing was certain in her heart that it was indeed Ye Yingniang.
"I heard someone say that!"
Leng Qingming raised her head and looked at Ye Yingniang's girl-like face. Her expression was natural, not like a worried person at all. She looked like someone who had been loved and pampered for a lifetime.
"who?"
Ye Yingniang obviously seldom talked to people, but now she met someone who was more interesting, so she was happy to say a few words.
"Ren Wuqing!"
! ! !
As soon as Leng Qingming said the name, Ye Yingniang's beauty turned pale, her body staggered and she took several steps back.
Leng Qingming noticed that she had always walked in the snow without leaving a trace before, probably because she was afraid that she would be invisible and leave traces on the snow.
After a while, several footprints were made on the snow.
Seeing such a scene, Leng Qingming knew that this name shocked her deeply.
Ye Yingniang lowered her head and waited for a long time before covering up her gaffe.
She raised her head, and Leng Qingming could see that her face was pale and her lips were pouting.
It took a long time before I heard her words, "How is he now?"
"he died!"
In fact, when she saw Ye Yingniang like this, Leng Qingming felt a little reluctant. After all, she couldn't bear to see such a beauty.
Upon hearing Leng Qingming's words, Ye Yingniang's face lost all color and she sat on the ground in a hurry.
Tears were flowing down her cheeks.
She cried, but made no sound.
As she cried, her face suddenly changed a lot.
The skin, which was originally as delicate as a girl's, became as old as a dead tree in the blink of an eye.