The old man put his palm on the little boy's head and shook his head helplessly.
Immediately she raised her head, her reddish eyes stared deeply at the girl in front of her: "It can be seen... Xixi really likes you."
He sighed softly: "This kid, never let me... like this, touch his head."
In order to let him "let go" of the girl in front of him.
He is homely, obviously afraid of his approach, but allows him to move.
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips slightly, stretched out her hands towards Xiaobudian, and hugged her into her arms.
She hooked her lower lip slightly, and reached out her hand towards Xiao Budian.
The little boy hesitated and dared not move, with big black and white eyes, he even winked at her desperately.
Ye Qingluo was completely overwhelmed by him.
She took the initiative to go over, and took the little one into her arms from the old man's hand.
"Grandpa treated me very well and didn't punish me." Ye Qingluo poked his little head, "What the hell are you thinking in your little head?"
The little boy's eyes brightened immediately: "Really, really?"
"You don't believe my sister?" Ye Qingluo put on a straight face pretending to be displeased.
The little boy shook his head like a rattle: "I believe in my sister!"
During the conversation between the two, they didn't notice that the old man sitting opposite heard the word "grandpa" from the girl's mouth.
His eyes turned red instantly.
The old man didn't know how long he waited for the "Grandpa".
Even if the girl in front of him is not really his niece.
The old man feels that the dream of many years has come true.
Granny Feng at the side naturally also saw the expression of the old man at this time.
Worried words choked in his throat.
Not willing to break the old man's dream.
Ye Qingluo talked with Xiaobudian for a while, which stabilized Xiaobudian's mood, then rubbed his head and looked up at the old man.
This heads up.
He met the old man's red eyes.
There were tears, flickering in the corners of the old man's eyes.
Ye Qingluo's heart suddenly softened.
"You..." Her pink lips moved slightly, and when she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse.
The old man in front of him.
She was almost sure.
It's her grandfather.
but…
Thousands of years apart.
It was the first time we met again.
I always feel a bit weird.
She lowered her head, and said word by word in a slightly astringent voice: "My name is Ye Qingluo, the lower realm of Nirvana, raised by the Ye family of Sanquanzong..."
The old man was slightly taken aback.
After hearing that she grew up in the realm of Nirvana.
The light of hope in his eyes gradually dimmed.
Ye Qing's gaze was fixed on the old man.
Naturally, he could clearly see the change in the old man's expression.
In her heart, it seemed that something soft had hit her.
The pink lips slightly raised a slight arc: "I learned something from the mouth of the blood-bone barbarian... that is, the bone lord."
As Ye Qingluo said, she pushed back her bangs on her forehead: "My mother, her name is Feng, Ge."
On the girl's alluring and gorgeous face, a red light flashed across her forehead.
A totem like a cherry blossom slowly emerged.
The petals are lifelike.
When that cherry blossom totem appeared.
The old man stood up immediately.
Excited by emotion.
The mahogany seat was driven down to the ground by both feet, making a loud crashing sound.
The old man didn't care too much.
His old red eyes stared deeply at Ye Qingluo's forehead, and his wrinkled fingers gently... little by little... poked towards Ye Qingluo's forehead.
Sakura totem.
The symbol of the Empress.
This point cannot be faked.