Quick Wear: Oh no, the lady is running away with the ball again

Chapter 162: A promising future for the poor sword nun master x a mortal body, a lonely and taciturn

One thing hadn't been resolved when another arose. Ling Jiqi's eyes turned red, and his beautiful eyes, like spring snow melting water, looked at Yun Qian with even more resentment.

Yun Qian's heart sank, and she sighed that Ling Jisheng was so beautiful. She couldn't help herself for a moment...

Even before she could get the explanation she wanted, he couldn't help himself and leaned forward to kiss Ling Ji. When he stepped back, Yun Qian felt as if she had been convicted of the crime, and her brain suddenly went into a state of panic.

But even if he paused like this, Ling Ji would never let him go.

The slender hand like a jade bamboo grabbed the back of Yun Qian's head, leaving her no room to retreat...

Both of them longed for each other deeply, and Ling Ji's elegant and gentle temperament reappeared. At this moment, he was not a god admired by everyone, he was just an ordinary lover in the world.

It belongs to Yun Qian alone.

Thinking of this, Yun Qian couldn't help but feel a little satisfied, and a smile appeared on his face...

Just as the two of them were hugging each other, depriving each other of the air in their mouths, reluctant to part, with their skirts disheveled, an extremely casual and high-pitched voice of "Mother" suddenly rang out in the hall.

Yun Qian suddenly stopped, her face flushed, and she was about to turn around to see the scene behind her... After all, her daughter was here, and Yun Qian felt that she could not allow herself to continue in front of Zi Qin.

But she didn't expect Ling Ji to shove her head back the next moment she turned around... The man seemed to suddenly become unspeakably strong, and Yun Qian didn't say much. She let him hide her behind the curtain woven from Tianshan ice silk...

After completing this set of movements, Ziqin has completed the marching steps.

"Mmmmm, mother."

Ziqin ran in with her arms outstretched, intending to pounce into Yun Qian's arms... Unfortunately, the original plan remained the original plan.

Because what she has to face at this moment is her tall and handsome father standing in front of her.

Ziqin felt extremely aggrieved. Yes, she admitted that she was actually fine, but she had been away from her mother for so long, so what if she wanted to find her mother? She was her mother's only child.

Thinking of this, and looking at the imposing yet cold father above her, Ziqin grew increasingly dissatisfied. With a pout, she collapsed to the ground. A small, pale purple dragon lay sprawled on the ground, its legs spread out. Yun Qian, hidden behind a curtain, couldn't see what was happening ahead.

All he could see was his disciple's refusal to give up an inch of ground...

It’s strange, why didn’t Ziqin continue to call?

Just when he was confused, he saw the handsome god squat down and bend his body a little awkwardly, and picked up something. He didn't need to think about it, it must be the little guy Ziqin.

Sure enough, the next moment a little guy appeared in Ling Ji's arm.

Yun Qian quietly watched the slightly tender scene between the father and daughter through the curtain, and her heart softened unconsciously, and she was a little stunned.

It is rare to see such a beautiful and detailed picture.

She was stunned, but when she was called back, the father and daughter were already standing in front of her bed.

Yun Qian looked at her daughter, Ziqin's slightly rosy little nose and moist eyes, and she felt pity for her in her heart. This was the child she had given birth to with great difficulty, and she had been pregnant for hundreds of years... Naturally, she was the best and most beautiful.

The bamboo leaves outside the window rustled, but there was not a trace of sadness. As the wind blew, it blew up Yun Qian's curtains, revealing the slightly messy bed scene inside from time to time... Yun Qian looked at her daughter for a moment, and was about to reach out to hug her, but before she made a move, she felt a dark gaze from the side.

She understood, lifted the curtain, and curled her lips towards Ling Ji, as if to comfort him.

"Mother"

"Ok?"

A milky voice interrupted the affectionate exchange between Yun Qian and Ling Ji. Zi Qin bit her finger and looked at them, feeling a mixture of curiosity and dissatisfaction. After all, she was the one who had been with her mother every day.

Yun Qian heard the call and responded immediately. Then she turned her gaze and reached out to hug her baby with a smile.

Ziqin's plan was a success. She was so happy, but her father's arms, which had been so comfortable, suddenly felt prickly as if covered in thorns. Like a little dragon, she struggled with all her might to break free from her father's embrace, running towards the more comfortable and warm harbor in her mind.

In an instant, Ling Ji's hands became empty, and his taciturn personality seemed particularly pitiful at this moment. His noble and self-possessed appearance, which seemed dignified and inviolable to outsiders, now appeared somewhat helpless and lonely in Yun Qian's eyes.

She curled her eyes, feeling amused, and then glanced at her docile daughter in her arms, as if giving Ziqin a shot of prevention...

Then, the woman smiled sweetly and leaned forward to kiss the handsome and cold face of the Emperor of Heaven.

Ling Ji obviously froze for a moment, but then he subconsciously and honestly put his arm around Yun Qian's shoulders, holding her and her daughter in his arms. His eyes, like a spring breeze, followed Yun Qian and his daughter closely.

He thought he was the happiest man in the world... There would never be any resentment again, never again.

At the same time, in the deep pool behind the temple far away from the Ninth Heaven, the most precious treasure in the world suddenly grew out of it. Vines grew wildly, and all the branches and leaves that emerged were climbing and jumping upwards with all their might, as if expressing the Lord God's thoughts.

The pool shimmered with an icy blue light, and was filled with a vibrant and aura that startled everyone who saw it. They wondered how such a strange thing could have happened in the usually quiet Houchi...

The wind blew her skirt and lifted her silver hair. Yun Qian felt Ling Ji's deep and burning gaze and wanted to laugh secretly. It was unconscious in her heart, and it was even more sweet. At the same time, she still held her daughter with tenderness on her face.

"Master"

"Qianqian"

"Ok?"

Yun Qian turned her head and looked at him with amusement.

"It's already noon, Ziqin is still young, it's time for her to sleep. Give her to me, let me take her to the side hall to sleep."

Ling Ji's clear eyes looked at Yun Qian seriously and spoke, as if he had no selfish motives at all. Yun Qian understood and the corners of his mouth curled up.

For a moment, she was ready to agree with this "concern", but Yun Qian didn't expect that when she was thinking about how to comfort Ziqi, she glanced over and found that Ziqi seemed to be really sleepy...

Ever since Ling Ji made this suggestion, he has been silent and feels very safe holding it in his arms.

Looking more closely, sure enough, his eyelids were drooping, and his little head was uncontrollably drooping into Yun Qian's chest.

Yun Qianfeng's eyes moved, and she turned her gaze back to Ling Ji. The teasing and questioning in her eyes were self-evident...

only……

Without hesitation, he handed his daughter to her father.