Chapter 691 (2/2)

Since entering the backyard, Ye's attention for seven nights was on Niuniu, but he didn't pay attention. When the little girl stepped into the backyard, the golden dragon, lion and carp in the fish pond had sunk to the bottom of the water, in neat rows. The lion's head was down and its tail was straight. It was like knocking at the king. He hadn't moved for more than an hour.

In the backyard, there was a cluster of black chrysanthemums in the cold mountain, which only opened for three days in ten years, but it was also in full bloom at this time. The flower bud with a large bowl mouth twisted a little, and together with other exotic flowers and plants, they faced their most beautiful face to the little girl.

At this time, ye Qiye didn't dare to regard the little guy opposite as an ordinary person. He swallowed his saliva and swallowed his back slot teeth. He was wondering if he was going to take risks and start directly. Then he heard a rush of footsteps at the entrance of the backyard, and a hoarse voice rang out: ”Seven nights, it is said that you helped me find a little girl. Where is it?”

”Thousand tons... Old giant...” Ye got up and greeted him at the gate of the hospital. But now his face is swollen into a peach and his speech is a little bad.

A thin old man with a wisp of goat beard came in with two guys.

”Your face...” Ye Qiandeng glanced at him, frowned, and then his eyes fell on Niuniu. He couldn't move away immediately. Seeing ye seven nights in front of him, he reached out and brushed him aside. He strode over and said with a smile: ”you have a good eye... Good! I'm in charge of this year's evaluation...”

”Lao Ju... This...” the little girl was really strange. Ye heard the word ”evaluation” when she wanted to remind him for seven nights. She immediately shut her mouth. Her Qiandeng ancestor was the true emperor's cultivation. Even if she met Zhu Rong, the true emperor of Xinglian sect, she was on an equal footing. Even if she had some background, she couldn't turn the sky.

Although Ye Qiandeng and Zhu Rong are both true emperors, one is the ancestor of the Xiuxian family. The other was originally the chief tool refining master of the Liuhe Xianzong. Although he is in the Xinglian sect, his identity has declined. Every year, his disciples and grandchildren in the Liuhe Xianzong still come to honor him from time to time.

The status between the two people is very different. How can we talk about equality? Something really needs to happen. Yeqiandeng may not even see Zhu Rongzhen's face.

Niuniu glanced at Ye Qiandeng. The old man looked at himself strangely, which made her dislike it very much. Since she didn't like it, she ignored it. The little guy pouted and just wanted to go. Suddenly he remembered that the jade orchid hadn't been taken yet, so she stretched out her hand and waved at Ye Qiye: ”uncle, I'm leaving... Where's the flower?”

”Go? Hey hey, let your brother accompany you again... Wait, maybe you won't want to go?”

Ye Qiandeng smiled as he walked. With each step, his bent body became more upright. When he was close to the pavilion, he had become a handsome young man. He reached out his hand to pick off a cold mountain ink chrysanthemum beside the pavilion and spread it in the palm of his hand. A burst of milky light swept over, and the ink chrysanthemum turned into a crystal clear ink chrysanthemum, There are also a few stars around, which is as beautiful as a dream.

”If you want flowers... My brother will give you one.”

Niuniu's face was stiff and she looked at Han Shan's ink chrysanthemum. The broken flower stems trembled slightly, exuded drops of ink mucus, and hung down like tears. Somehow, she was very unhappy, ”hum”, looked at Ye Qiandeng white, and turned around to leave from the other side of the pavilion.

Ye Qiandeng's face sank. As a true emperor, he was always high above. A little girl in the foundation period even gave him a look. Is this going to turn the sky?