Chapter 648

Minghe has never been a weak and helpless little girl. On the contrary, she comes from a famous family, has abundant resources, is extremely powerful in what she has learned, and has an extremely noble status. Wherever she goes, she always has a superior perspective. Just like seeing the ancestor of Mangshan who was at the peak of Huiyang when he was Qin Xin, the ancestor of Mangshan also had to smile politely towards her.

She was originally the savior of others, and she was used to this status.

Ben should be a "little fart nun".

But I don't know why, Qin Yi always sees the weakest moment, and then... is protected by him.

In front of him, the misty distance in the galaxy always becomes a self-deceiving veil, which is often torn to pieces every time.

In fact, she felt the breath of Master before.

Master originally wanted to make a move, right? With Master here, she would have been fine.

Master didn't move because he found out that Qin Yi was coming? Or did the master come not as fast as Qin Yi, and after being preempted by Qin Yi, nothing more happened? No matter what the situation is, it is Qin Yi who is sheltering from the wind and rain, not the master.

Ming He really couldn't remember what picture flashed through his mind frame by frame when he had a splitting headache just now, it was messy and broken, vast and powerful but couldn't be captured. The picture she was able to freeze in the end was the face that seemed to be Qin Yi's previous life when she fell into a dream.

With a warm smile, he handed over the fruit: "You will be useful."

I felt like I had some contact with him later, as if I rejected him or something... I can't remember anything.

Then it turned into the present, with that familiar face and that warm smile, telling myself: "It's all right now."

Ming He's body was so injured that he couldn't lift his strength, and his heart was limp and weak.

It's like being drunk in his arms...it doesn't require any effort.

She heard Qin Yi say: "Look, this phoenix feather is as bright as the sun and the moon, and the soft light of the Buddha beads is like the morning stars, circling around, does it look like you are in the Milky Way?"

Minghe looked up, the scene he was in really reminded him of being in the nebula, beside the Milky Way.

Milky Way, there is also a literary name...

It's called Minghe.

Qin Yi was teasing himself, what he was asking was clearly: Am I bathing in the Milky Way?

Regardless of whether he is bathing in the Milky Way or not, there is nothing wrong with him holding the Ming River in his arms at this moment...

Minghe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he responded in a low voice: "It's not in the Milky Way, but in the arms of Minghe."

The little ghost next to him shivered, hugged his shoulders as if he was cold, and slipped into the ring. A black fur ball tried to poke its head, but was pulled back by the little ghost. There seemed to be the sound of fighting in the ring, and it subsided again.

Minghe didn't bother to care about what kind of pets he kept by his side, it was really comfortable to lean on him, and he didn't even bother to concentrate his thoughts. She also doesn't want to be cohesive, she is afraid that when she thinks about business, she can't help but think about her past life, and then her soul sea will surge again.

It's better to lie in his arms, feel his love words and warmth, forget the past life, forget the soul.

So even what he said was close to teasing.

"It's not in the Milky Way, it's in the arms of Minghe." These are the words that Minghe never said.

One can imagine Qin Yi's mood at this time. Looking at the Taoist nun in her arms, still wearing the simple and elegant costume of a monk, but she said such words shyly and softly, her pretty face was flushed, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, there was a kind of... the tension like first love, and a kind of tenderness. Forbid the thrill of immorality.

Qin Yi couldn't help but lower his head to look for her lips.

Ming He's eyelashes trembled again, and finally closed his eyes.

It's not like I haven't kissed before.

But at this moment, an invisible big hand held the collars of the two of them again, and they separated like a child.

Minghe immediately wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant.

I knew that Master was spying on me, and I almost forgot it for a moment... If Master watched a live broadcast, I would really ignore people.

Qin Yi was carried in the air, and he jumped up and cursed: "Old Taoist! Is it fun for you to beat mandarin ducks?"

Old... Taoist...

Minghe peeked at the sky, with a smile in his eyes, the air seemed to freeze for a moment, and there was a moment of silence.

After a while, the long soul voice that is indistinguishable from male and female came from the air again: "It is not me who beats mandarin ducks... Even when you are a beginner in martial arts, you should understand that if you are exhausted and go to sleep immediately, it is not good for your health." Minghe has just reincarnated in the six realms, and has had a violent conflict with the thoughts of his previous life. He is just pure in heart and pure in mind, and there may be great benefits after meditation. I still think that you can control your mind and have a clear mind, but unexpectedly you... "

The two blushed.

The soul voice said again: "I really let you go on, it is very easy to be addicted to desire, and lose your heart. Minghe's more than 30 years of practice have been in vain. You are very happy to pat your butt after tasting the delicious food. My apprentice ruined it." Can you afford it?"

At the end, his voice turned sharp, as if there was a pressure on Qin Yi's body.

As soon as Qin Yi struggled to get rid of it, he pointed to the sky and said angrily: "Minghe is in trouble, I don't see you coming out to save me, and you're okay to gossip when I'm safe?"

Ming He tugged at Qin Yi's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Actually, Master has been..."

Qin Yi said angrily: "So I'm just being passionate?"

Ming He's face flushed red with anxiety: "That's not what I meant..."

"Forget it." Qin Yi sighed: "I don't blame you, I'll talk to your master."

Ming He lowered his head and stopped talking.

In fact, although Qin Yi was angry, he didn't refute Xiyue, because he vaguely knew that what the other party said was reasonable, maybe it was right.

The two of them on my side were distracted and irrational for a while. This time is when Minghe is most vulnerable. His mind is weak and his soul is vain. It is easy to engrave an unforgettable brand in her heart for the rest of her life, and it is difficult for herself, but it is indeed very likely to become a weak person without willpower.

Just like after a long-distance run, one should take a walk instead of lying down immediately. At this time, Minghe really shouldn't indulge in love, which is not good for her practice.

It's just that you didn't save people before, but now you talk about the truth, it makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Besides, if we just kiss each other, it may not be necessary to do that! Am I so out of time?

Qin Yi became even angrier when he thought about it, and continued to point to the sky and asked: "Before you said that Huiyang was a hundred years old, now I, Qin Yi, have reached the fifth floor of Huiyang, you..."

"Oh?" The soul voice interrupted leisurely: "What I said before is that you are qualified if you are a century-old Huiyang. When did you say that a century-old Huiyang agreed to your business?"

"Then aren't you pure fooling?"

"You're right, boy."

Qin Yi was so angry that he jumped three feet high: "You!"

Uncle Qin has been fooled by a woman for so many years. He is still an old Taoist nun with a stern face and dry orange skin!

Xiyue was outside the Styx River, looking at Qin Yi's exasperated expression with her hands behind her back, her eyes were very interesting. This man has always been calm or passionate or casual, and he always has a cheerful image with a positive appeal. This is the first time she sees him angry.

The object of anger was still her, Xiyue.

She smiled playfully: "Outside the Taotie Cave, at least I protected you in front of Zuo Qingtian, is this your attitude?"

Qin Yi said: "One yard is one yard. Now I have fulfilled the request made by my predecessors, and now I am formally proposing marriage to Tianshu Shenque, asking to marry Minghe, and hoping Tianshu Shenque to give me a charter."

Ming He's face turned red to the ears: "You...she...Master, he..."

No one knew what she was talking about, incoherent.

Xiyue said with a smile: "What if I say, no matter what?"

Minghe Petrochemical.

Qin Yi was very sober at this time: "If it was really impossible no matter what, senior wouldn't have made an appointment with the century-old Huiyang at the beginning. Otherwise, why did you mention this, why not just kill me? If you mention this appointment, it proves that it is not non-negotiable. So what else is the senior requesting, you might as well make it clear."

"When I mention Hundred Years of Huiyang, I don't actually mean what you think. I just want to see if you might be the relevant person..." Xiyue sighed: "Forget it, since you understand it this way, don't worry about it." It doesn’t count if I speak of Tianshu Shenque, I agree with the premise that you can discuss marriage with Minghe. As for the follow-up requirements..."

She paused, then suddenly smiled and said: "You yourself mentioned it well at the beginning. Only when you knock on the divine tower can you reach the galaxy. We will wait for you, young man."

With the voice, Minghe was taken away again...

She flew up involuntarily, angry and anxious: "Master, how could he really do it!"

"Your little hoof is starting to turn away? He said this. A man is a man. If you say it yourself, you will eat it even if you cry!"

The sound is long and far away.

Qin Yi stood there spartanly for a long time, twitched the corners of his mouth for a long time, looked up to the sky and said angrily: "I was pretending to be aggressive at the time, must I take it seriously? Change the conditions, hello!"

Where is there an echo? Even Minghe disappeared, as if abruptly crossing the plane.

Continue to revise the draft, see you tomorrow