16 Sets Within Sets, Dolls Within Dolls

"Mother teaches, children should remember it." Ye Yong had no intention of telling the elders or the others, or telling Lin Wei this, mainly because she had been in seclusion for too long without synchronizing external news in real time, and she was afraid that there would be too many explosive deeds, and she would not be able to accept it.

After taking the vaccination passed down by the elders in advance, Lin Wei would undoubtedly be more accepting of those things when he heard them later, and would not feel that Ye Yong had changed too much and was not like his own son at all. Anyway, no matter what big things Ye Yong has done now, he can blame it on the non-existent old man.

Ye Yong poured Lin Wei a cup of tea. He did not use too high-grade tea. Although it was only a second-grade tea, under the influence of tea control, even Nascent Soul monks could relax physically and mentally when drinking it. Of course, that's all, and it won't get any benefits like foundation building.

Lin Wei had known before that Ye Yong had learned the art of controlling tea. She was surprised at the time, but now that she thinks about it, she must have inherited it from the old saint. But even if it is inheritance, one must have talent to learn it, so after all is said and done, Lin Wei still thinks that her Yong'er is very powerful.

"There is a painting that I want to give to my mother. I believe it will be of great help to her in cultivating the power of the soul."

"Oh?" Lin Wei became a little interested. When she saw Ye Yong taking out the painting that contained the vitality of spring, her pupils shrank instantly: "This painting is not simple... Yong'er, where did you get it from? ?”

"Let me tell my mother about it." Ye Yong briefly talked about his change of music and painting and joining the music and painting hall.

"So, this painting was given by the master of the Transformation Hall? No reward for no merit, Yong'er, you can't just accept gifts from others."

"Mom, please listen to me patiently." Ye Yong felt that Lin Wei was too protective of her son, and was afraid that he would owe a favor and be plotted against him: "I drew this on the way home."

Ye Yong immediately took out the painting that symbolized the cold winter and put the two together to form a contrast to Ming.

Lin Wei carefully observed the painting, read the verses above, sometimes nodded, sometimes pondered, and then said after a long time: "A few strokes can make such a big difference. Yong'er, was this really painted by you?"

Even Lin Wei, who hoped that her son would become a successful child, could not help but feel a little shaken at this moment. It was not that she wanted to believe Ye Yong, but that the painting seemed too exquisite in her eyes. Lin Wei is only at the fifth level of Nascent Soul now. Compared to her grandfathers who are well-informed and are basically at the level of God Transformation or above, her experience is still much shorter.

"There is no need for a child to lie to make his mother happy. Everyone who was on the spacecraft at that time can testify for me."

"I'm sorry, it's not that mother doesn't believe you, but the painting is too good. Without decades, no, a hundred years of skill and talent, I might not be able to paint it."

“Compared to the old-timers, what does this mean?”

Hearing this, Lin Wei laughed dumbly. Indeed, compared with the inheritance of the old saint, this is nothing.

"No wonder he asked you to change your painting skills. It turns out that he saw your talent. Alas, why didn't your mother find out that you had this talent before? She almost caused you to go astray." Not long after he was happy, Lin Wei felt a little scared and blamed herself.

Ye Yong was speechless. With such a mother, it would be strange for 'Ye Yong' to remain a playboy. Put all the good things on him, and resist the bad things yourself.

"Okay, mother, take it. It's a child's wish."

"Yes." Lin Wei held the painting with a look of admiration on her face. It could be seen that she wanted to treasure the painting more than use it to observe and practice.

"If mother likes it, I can draw a few more pictures later." Fortunately, Ye Yong has a solution, which is to give you a few more pictures to dilute the feeling of rarity and preciousness.

"It must be very soul-consuming to make such a spiritual painting, so it's better not to use it." Lin Wei put the painting into the storage ring and looked at the other one: "It's full of chill, who are you going to give it to?"

"Poetic Dreams."

Lin Wei had already thought of it. Although she didn't know how Ye Yong and Qin Shimeng developed during the retreat, she could tell from the fact that Qin Shimeng came to Ye Yong before the retreat that their relationship had eased. Not as full of barriers as before.

Lin Wei could neither like nor dislike Qin Shimeng. Anyway, as long as her Yong'er is happy, "Mother will not interfere with your young people's affairs. You can call her home for dinner in two days and count the days." , it’s almost the Spring Festival.”

It didn't matter how long she had been in seclusion. Lin Wei remembered the days before the seclusion. Combined with the four months Ye Yong said, it was almost the end of the year.

"That's it after tonight. I am so anxious to ask my mother to come out of seclusion. In addition to wanting to know about my mother's condition, I also want to take advantage of New Year's Eve to have a reunion dinner with my mother. My father..." said At the reunion dinner, Ye Yong still had to symbolically mention his cheap father.

"Ignore him. He won't come out in another three to five years. If you call him rashly, he will definitely be disgusted and blamed." Lin Wei snorted: "It's enough for us, mother and son, to have the reunion dinner."

"Okay." Ye Yong nodded.

The relationship between Lin Wei and Ye Qianlang can't be said to be bad, but it's not much better either. First of all, Ye Qianlang is a cultivator who only wants to become stronger and practice. The reason why they are together is because of family marriage. The Lin family where Lin Wei lives is ranked among the top in Zhongzhou Continent.

After the protagonist finished pretending to be cool in the Eastern Continent and destroyed the Ye family, he came to the Central Continent. The Lin family in the Central Continent found that the Ye family that Lin Wei married was gone and Lin Wei was dead. Although Lin Wei had no importance in the Lin family, she had nothing to do with others. Like his daughter, it was used for marriage with other families, but as a big family, the Lin family must save face, so they turned against the protagonist again and were on the road to death forever.

That's right, a bad street routine.

But there is no way. Who said that The New Emperor is a novel written a long time ago, and today's Bad Street is completely new to the past, and readers will only feel happy. Now it feels like Bad Street is because there are more people writing like this. , aesthetic fatigue.

etc. Ye Yong suddenly thought of a very serious question. He had always thought that as long as the protagonist went to the Central Continent, nothing would happen to the Ye family, but now that he thought carefully for a moment, he found that if Lin Wei did not die, the Lin family would have no reason to oppose the protagonist. But the protagonist has an aura of wisdom. Who knows if a second-generation ancestor of the Lin family will appear, provoke the protagonist, be injured or killed by the protagonist, and anger the Lin family?

When the time comes, the Lin family will continue to confront the protagonist, and once they do, the Ye family, who are married, will definitely take a stand and start a war with the protagonist.

Hiss~

Ye Yong took a breath, so after solving the Ye family's troubles, he still wanted to help the Lin family solve it? But the problem comes again. The Lin family has good friends. What if the good family provokes the protagonist, and then the Lin family expresses its stance and declares war on the protagonist...

This is really a Russian nesting doll, a nest within a nest, a baby within a baby, one wave after another.

The best solution is to kill the person who caused the problem, yes, the protagonist. But the key point is that it would be nice if the protagonist could be killed so easily. How many people had such an idea and then died at his hands?

hateful. Couldn't the stupid novel written by a dog author be less clichéd and more innocent?

Thinking of the future with headaches, Ye Yongyong couldn't help showing a mask of pain.