"Qinghe Goddess is the mother of the temple. Even if she comes back, how can she not recognize the temple but change her name for revenge or marry the temple as a side room?"
"The key is what kind of revenge does she want?"
Seeing that the discussion in Taiwan is getting higher and higher, the cases are getting colder and colder. "I repeat that I am not the goddess of Qinghe."
Her eyes scraped to Jing Ye and motioned Jing Ye to stop repeating mistakes. This is the Xuanyang Temple, which is the sacred place of the fairy family. It is reasonable to say that the fairy officials present should not be so ignorant and noisy, and there must be inferno tampering.
Jing Ye seems to be transfixed, but he ignores Zong Yue. He looks into the illusion and hopes to hear more about Qinghe Goddess from his mouth.
Shortly after his birth, he lost his mother in the memory of his mother, who said that his mother was not as gentle, kind, clear and clean as his father. If she were still alive, she would love Jing Ye more than anyone else in the world.
That night, Jing Ye made a Mengmeng where Jiao Ran picked him up like a snow girl and called him softly.
"JingYe JingYe I JingYe …"
It’s just a dream, but it’s just a phantom in a dream, but it’s so real when it’s tender and soft.
After waking up, only the pillow moistens the tears, which proves that she has been in his dream.
It was the first and last time he felt maternal love in the world. After waking up, he thought for a moment how wonderful it would be if he lived like that and lived in a dream with his mother.
But Chang Ya Xian Zun doesn’t want to know much about his mother. Emperor Hua Chuo and other fairy officials don’t even know who his mother is except one name. Jing Ye doesn’t know everything about his mother.
And now the demon respects the delusion but has seen her, known her and knows what happened to her.
He eagerly took a step closer to the magic respect but was stopped by Zong Yue and complete.
"Temple!" Zong Yue’s intonation became slow, and he was "absorbed and calm"
Jing Ye just woke up from a trance and longed for the words to disappear in his heart. Before he came to shame, he found that there were many trance-like tables like he had just looked.
Everyone can see that it’s the devil’s respect for his hands and feet, but he just added fuel to the fire. "It seems that the celestial world is not as good as before in the past 500 years."
Jing Ye became angry from embarrassment, and his handsome face flashed with thin anger. "Do you want to rebuild the two worlds today or are you afraid of not starting a war?"
"Don’t get angry at Jing Ye Dian"
Different from Jing Ye’s emotional excitement, the magic respect is especially never forced.
He stood up with a big smile on his face and said, "You have to believe that there is no malice in Jingye Temple."
"After all, this temple is full of fairy officials, and discipline is as loose as a bow. If you are really angry, you can’t even escape from this Xuanyang Temple."
Listen to his praise for Jing Ye, the fairy official of Xianyu, and his color is slightly slower.
"But to your surprise, it’s Song Bianfei." Magic Respect looked at Zong Yue in a daze. "You just talked about the magic power, and even Jingye Temple was influenced by it, but you remained calm, poised and unaffected by it. It’s really a surprise to you. Are you really not the goddess who is good at weaving dreamland?"
He remembered Zong Yue and Qinghe Goddess again, and even Jing Ye realized that it was wrong this time.
Song Lin, does she not only look like Xiao’s mother, but also resemble spells? In order to resist the illusion of the inferno.
-Yu Zongyue said that the high magic is heavy enough to resist the repeated magic work, which Jing Ye did not think of.
After all, when I first met him, he tested that Zong Yue’s mana was far less than his. Recently, he can’t resist the temptation. How can Zong Yue resist it on his own?
Seeing that he pulled himself again, Zong Yue looked at him so-called "It seems that it is not only insincere but also hard to make ears".
She denied it twice. Can’t she hear you clearly?
What’s more, he knows all about her history, so he must hide the knife in this smile.
If she used to be amazed at the indifference of the people, now the hostile irony in her words makes the whole Xuanyang Temple gasp.
This side princess empress really has courage.
At present, this man is not Jing Ye Dian, not Hua Chuo Di Ji, but the same as Chang Ya Xian Zun. How dare she treat her coldly?
The whole hall was silent for a moment, and almost a pin fell to the ground and you could hear it.
He didn’t speak again, but looked up and looked at her lazily. The two of them sat one by one in this hall and confronted each other. The whole body was magnificent.
In the end, it was the magic respect that took the lead in softening his lips and smiled. "Isn’t it that the Song side princess will be angry?"
"You won’t open your mouth at the sight of Song’s side princess remembering her old friend without asking a few words in advance to make Song’s side princess angry."
He opened the magic statue and stared at Zong Yue plaintively at this time, which was somewhat pitiful and moving.
Zong Yue didn’t buy it.
"Qinghe Goddess is the mother of the temple, but I am like Qinghe Goddess again and again. Today, if I don’t vehemently refute the magic statue, others will still have quirks with me and the temple. I don’t know how to make me and the temple." Zong Yue awe-inspiring way.
Jing Ye also reacted, "She can’t be my mother, and don’t say that again. She doesn’t like it."
"Really?" Magic respect jump rhetorical question and then casually say with smile "in fact, when you turn the world, you once met the Song side princess and know that she is still young and can’t be the Qinghe goddess. It’s just a joke. I want to come to the Song side princess and won’t mind."
He also deliberately laughed and let all the fairy officials present wonder how the magic respected the illusion before saying one or two monarchs in the magic domain and didn’t get killed.
Zong Yue asked, "What if I mind?"
I don’t know if this is ridiculous. Everyone laughed heartily after hearing the magic respect.
"That’s good." The magic respect laughed and stared at Zong Yue and said softly, "I apologize to the empress."
He gave Zong Yue a respectful salute while chanting "Mind, mind so as not to suffer, and please forgive me in the future."
Zong Yue didn’t. He didn’t straighten up.
Finally, Jing Ye couldn’t look away and said, "It’s not necessary to repeat the magic statue."
No, he’s not a fairy statue, and Zong Yue may not be his fairy queen.
Magic respect jump this just straight waist, he looked at Zong Yue Zong Yue is looking at him, but different from his eyes, there is a cold meaning in her eyes.
The false heart seemed to be frozen for a while, but it was quickly relieved and laughed at random. "When you know Song Side Princess, Song Side Princess is not called Song Side Princess."
When Zong Yue saw that he finally got to the point, he said lightly, "Yes, my name was Zong Yue at that time. Then what?"
Jing Ye obviously didn’t know what happened to her, and Zong Yue didn’t know whether he was careless or Hua Chuo Emperor Ji was timid and gave Zong Yue a surprised look.
Zong Yuechao’s heavy face looked at it and expected that he would make Xie Yichang. I didn’t expect him to smile lightly and say easily
"Is the statue a princess of Song Dynasty … or a nice name before?"