Hearing these words made Qianhua's hair stand on end. It is true that she had known for a long time that Qixing Longyuan was very old, but Nan Liyue's analysis still made Qianhua feel ashamed. An old swordsman called her mother: "Then... what should we do? He If he really accidentally uses that potential that even he himself doesn't know about, will we suffer? Not to mention taking the sword, even his life will be hard to save?"
Nan Liyue smiled bitterly: "Don't you understand? Since he is the sword, taking the sword will undoubtedly take his life. He is still young, at least in human form, he is just a child, so I want to destroy him now. Qixing Longyuan, no problem."
"I don't allow it!" Qianhua jumped violently, "I don't allow you to take his life!"
Nan Liyue looked at her stubborn and angry face, and smiled: "I had expected this, so I know that the sword cannot be taken out. I have already thought of your next move."
Qianhua pursed her lips and sneered: "What do you mean by thinking out my next move? I worked so hard to get involved in the turmoil of Qixing Longyuan, wasn't it just for you two brothers?"
He suddenly paused at this point. The last time he mentioned brothers in front of Mo Yunye, Mo Yunye immediately turned against him quickly and violently. Now Qianhua accidentally revealed this taboo that was not a secret in front of Nan Liyue. I wonder what kind of rage Nan Liyue is going to do
Unexpectedly, Nan Liyue only snorted with disdain and continued to ask Qianhua as if nothing had happened: "If it weren't for your reluctance, I would have killed Longjian. Why would I have to think about my next move for you? So speaking of it, it is you who owes me, not me." I owe you."
He was so confident in saying such crooked things that Qianhua was so angry that she picked up an empty bowl and was about to smash it...
"Mom is so violent!"
A sudden ridicule saved Nan Liyue from the embarrassment of having her head covered with a bowl.
Qianhua put down the bowl, straightened her clothes, and asked like a lady: "Are you back? Put your pants on for me. Don't wear pants when you go out. Be careful of people slandering your mother for treating you badly."
Xiaolong rolled his eyes, secretly thinking that his playgirl could only do this one sentence when she was doing it all day long, so he grumbled and complained: "Mom, you don't treat me well. It's obviously you who forced Longer to take off her pants. Why do you still blame Long'er for going out to embarrass you?"
So Qianhua landed a loud slap on Xiaolong's white, tender and plump dragon's butt before he had even put on his pants.
"If mom hits me, I'll tell dad!" Although Xiaolong was beaten, he raised his head and looked arrogant.
"Who is your father?" Before Qianhua could scold Xiaolong for being undisciplined, Nan Liyue, who was sitting across from him, suddenly turned pale and asked coldly.
"It's not you anyway!" Since Nan Liyue asked straightforwardly, Xiaolong could naturally answer decisively, but as expected, Nan Liyue's trick to deal with him was to lift his tail upside down.
Xiaolong was hung in the air and swayed, but he still refused to accept: "My father is not as bad as you! My father loves me! Not only does he love me, but he also loves my mother!"
"Really?" Nan Liyue threw him to the ground, and then pushed him onto the chair after he got up quickly, "Tell me, why does your father love your mother? "
Seeing the hatred and hostility flashing across his cold eyes, Qianhua knew that he must have misunderstood that Xiaolong recognized his father as Mo Yunye, so she did not point out that the unlucky man was Hange, and let Nan Liyue let the misunderstanding go. , drinking soup alone and admiring the changes in his colorful expressions.
"My father would cook my mother's favorite caterpillars for every meal, although my mother never paid for it and came to eat it."
"Um."
"My father takes a bath every day, and his skin gets wrinkled because he misses the time and talks about my mother."
"Um."
"My father would hug me before going to bed, just because I am my mother's son."
"snort."
"My father rarely dreams, but whenever he does he calls out my mother's name, and he tosses over and over in a very agitated state. I don't know what he is doing with my mother in the dream!"
"snort."
From the initial depressed "hmm" to the angry "hum", Nan Liyue's expression is rarely so rich, which can break the eternal ice. In the end, Qianhua gave a cold and ashamed look: "If I guessed correctly, Your adulterer is Hange, right?"
Qianhua raised her eyebrows and argued, "Hey! He is Xiaolong's godfather, but he is not my adulterer. Don't misunderstand me and don't make wild guesses."
Nan Liyue's expression was gloomy, but she was relieved in her heart, expressing that she was inexplicably happy that a dragon did not recognize the dragon as its father but recognized the ghost as its father.
Qianhua remembered that due to Xiaolong's intrusion, Nan Liyue had not yet revealed his "back-up plan", so now she urged Xiaolong to clean up the mess on the table as soon as possible and then go back to sleep.
"Mother, why?"
"Mom, I have something to discuss with Lord Demon Lord."
"Then Long'er also needs to discuss it!"
"Adults talk about things, children don't want to be meddlesome."
Due to the cruel rejection, Xiaolong began to blink his big black round eyes and looked at Qianhua's misty water: "Mom must have done something shameful with the Demon Lord, so Longer was not allowed to watch!"
Qianhua took a breath, looked at the little dragon cub coldly, and had the urge to lift it up. They hadn't seen it for a few months, and this girl's ability to talk was really getting better. But she couldn't lift it up, so she picked up his ears and lifted it up. He pulled him aside: "You keep talking nonsense? If you keep talking nonsense, I won't care whether you live or die!"
As soon as Xiaolong heard this, he shut up obediently. With a look of horror on his face, he whispered to Qianhua for help. He didn't know whether he was really afraid or was cooperating with Qianhua's threat: "Mom, is that wolf going to kill me?"
Qianhua was slightly stunned, and looked up at Nan Liyue, who was drinking alone in the room. She really didn't see that he was as graceful as a dragon and as graceful as a dragon. When he was in human form, he couldn't tell that he was a wolf: "How do you know he is a wolf?" Is it a wolf?”
I thought that Xiaolong's Seven-Star Dragon Abyss was really an extraordinary sword made from the ancient sword. Unexpectedly, the answer he gave was really unsatisfactory: "Mom, didn't you call him a pervert? Isn't he a wolf? He is the same as Long Er. dragon?"
Qianhua pursed her lips, finding it hard to withstand his lightning skills, so she sent him away with a look of shame: "Whether it's a dragon or a wolf, I don't have time to play with you now. You should go back to your room early to wash up and sleep."
"Does mother dislike Long'er?"
"No."
"Are you anxious to spend the evening with that wolf?"
"no."
"That mother just dislikes Long'er!"
"No!"
"That mother is just anxious to spend the night with that wolf!"
"I said no!"
Qianhua went completely crazy, and a loud roar frightened Xiaolong, who turned pale and burst into tears.
"Long'er, I..." Qianhua was about to comfort her, but the girl was already wailing and running away in tears.
Fortunately, the direction he ran towards was the bedroom of the Crystal Palace. Qianhua expected that he would fall asleep on his own when he was tired from crying, so he did not chase him immediately. As a result, Xiaolong was later captured and fell into the hands of Mo Yunye, just to vent his anger. An hour later, by the time Qianhua and Nan Liyue discovered it, it was already too late... (To be continued)