Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

Ling Qian was raised by Ling Xiaojun, the head of Taiyi Sect since she was a child, and was sent to Fengwu Mountain by the head to learn calligraphy and science. She can be said to be the most proud person among the younger generation of Xianmen.

The young man first arrived at Fengwu Mountain, at the age of thirteen, with icy muscles and bones, and an outstanding temperament.

What was born was a pure face like a lotus emerging from water, looking forward to brilliance, how could it not be loved by others.

If it is an infatuated person, it is Xie Siyuan, the eldest son of the leader of the Fengwu Mountain Immortal League, who expressed his affection to him early on.

Xie Siyuan, no matter his background or appearance, can be regarded as a good match for him.

Relying on his identity as the master of Fengwu Mountain, since he confessed his love, he has surrounded him day in and day out for ten years.

It is often said that when Ling Qian returns to the Taiyi Sect in the future, he will definitely pour out the most precious treasures in the world, and ask the head of the sect to allow the two of them to marry and join together.

There was also a real relationship.

Ling Qian was so considerate, even though she had never accepted this marriage, but because she was studying abroad alone, she never sternly refused, embarrassing the owner of Fengwu Mountain.

Master must have given him the most honorable face in those years.

If it weren't for this, since he was born as an orphan and had no one to rely on, how could these flowers and butterflies be obsessed with smelling the fragrance.

But this is not what he asked for.

It was given by the Righteous Supreme Being.

The person who never gave him half of his love in person has become the person everyone in the world says treats him the best.

Even Xie Siyuan, such a man who can't tolerate other people's devotion to him, when he mentioned his master, he said that he should do his best to repay him.

This returns.

It was Ling Qian who was hiding on the peach blossom tree right now, hesitating about what to do.

Xie Siyuan once told him that as long as Ling Qian smiled, he could make people feel like a spring breeze, and if he could still get a word of love from him in this life, it should be the greatest treasure bestowed by heaven.

Since Ling Qian returned to the Taiyi School, she has always seen the master as cold as a glacier, and the kind of goodness praised by outsiders has never warmed his heart at all.

He has learned how Xie Siyuan pestered him.

I learned to do many pleasing things to Master.

Until recently, he was finally able to see that his master was really like what Xie Siyuan said, when he saw his smile, he could stretch his eyebrows and slightly draw the corners of his lips.

He knew it was time to repay his favor.

Last night he asked Xie Siyuan to plan how to say "like" to his elders.

These words seem ordinary, but to him, it is the most important thing, it is related to his repaying the kindness of Master for many years.

Today he just got advice, sitting on the peach blossom tree beside Chengxin Pavilion, just wanted to ask if he likes peach blossoms, and took the opportunity to say, "I like you."

It is the kind of love that regards the master as a blood relative.

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This is Ling Qian's memory from 200 years ago.

It was supposed to be a dusty, warm affair.

It has nothing to do with love, it's just the pure heart of a young boy to repay his kindness.

But now he is sinking in a dream, and there is this scene in the dream.

But he didn't have any soft thoughts, he just tried his best to hide himself among the flowers and leaves to avoid being seen by others.

This cliff pavilion is exactly where he seriously injured Xie Siyuan 200 years later.

It was also the place where Xie Siyuan failed to propose marriage, but Ling Xiaojun broke his neck instead.

Today is peach blossom spring.

In the future, only the cold moon and lonely pine are left.

It's only strange that Ling Qian's first question of "like" made all the good things disappear.

"This is a dream."

Ling Qian grasped the peach blossom in her hand, raised her eyes nervously, looked around, and said, "Who is talking?"

"Even if you let the dream stay here for countless days and nights, the sad things that have happened to you will not change."

Ling Qian sat up cautiously, and quietly pushed aside the clusters of flowering branches. After confirming that no one had gone under the tree, she breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, the tone came to his throat again.

"Who are you? Why can't I see you?"

The unfamiliar voice came from nowhere, but it was as gentle as a hand that could gently comfort his anxiety, "I will protect you, let's let this dream go on, shall we?"

Ling Qian had heard this before she knew it.

Instead of handing the peach blossoms under the tree as in the memory, he stretched the flowers into the invisible, as if he could confirm the source of the voice.

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Suddenly spinning.

Time flies.

He seemed to have experienced a suffocation of being strangled by the neck in the heavy rain.

There is a pair of eyes, which are nightmares, staring at him like a ghost, and snatching something from his heart.

But this unhappiness is like a revolving lantern, the fear is only a moment, the shock is only a moment, everything seems to be controlled by the god of fate.

Cover his body when every heavy rain falls.

Cover him with warmth when he is cold physically and mentally.

Until his mood stabilized, he looked down and saw that his hands were stained with scarlet, and he ruthlessly threw a dead white rabbit off the cliff.

Still on the cliff beside Chengxin Pavilion, the peach blossoms were about to bloom, and when the wind blew, the petals wrapped the rabbit's body and returned to his feet.

"After raising it for so many years, you don't like it anymore after being bitten to death by a dog?"

Ling Qian had no expression on her face, and she only regarded the words of the master around her as coming in from one ear and out from the other.

He cares about what a rabbit does, "If it dies, it will die, just change it and raise it."

"What if the person is dead?" The master stared at him closely, suddenly chuckled, and said, "What if the master is dead?"

Ling Qian almost said "I'll die if I die", but after a second thought, I remembered that he was the one who should repay the favor.

So I also learned to smile, turned to look at the man, and asked, "What does Master want me to do?"

"You should think about avenging your master, and you should swear to protect your master. If you can't kill your enemies in this life, you will have trouble sleeping and eating. Only in this way, you are a human being."

Ling Qian's heart was dead silent, and there was no fluctuation, but the benefactor said he wanted him to be like this, so be it.

He nodded and responded with a perfunctory "OK".

Master was not happy at all because of his sensibility, but turned into a puppy next to the rabbit corpse with an ugly face.

"The dog killed your rabbit, you kill it now."

Master always spoke to him in such an orderly tone.

Yelling at a puppy, I really don't know how long this kind of deer is going to last.

"He can't kill my rabbit." Even if the pup wasn't sickly ghostly, it wasn't as big as his rabbit.

But he didn't want to know that this man would soon point out his perfunctory, and tell more things about him.

It's just to make the benefactor happy.

Whether it was a rabbit or a dog, he kicked both of them off the cliff with one kick.

However, he does not expect to be praised for doing something satisfactory.

As long as you don't make the other party unhappy in repaying your favor, it's considered a good job.

But this time, he turned around gracefully, but he heard the sigh of the master behind him, "If things go on like this, it will become a disaster for the immortal sect."

"Don't listen to this selfish bastard nonsense," Ling Qian could hear the invisible but gradually familiar voice comforting him, "He destroys your roots of love and destroys your human desires. A man who loves is not an indifferent man."

Ling Qian calmed down and suddenly remembered something.

Master said that he would become a disaster.

Ling Qian should have heard this from another person.

The man said that he was a dog raised for him by the master, and he always rang the bell to summon him to prevent him from being inhumane and killing people without blinking an eye.

Ling Qian closed her eyes and shook her head, "That's not a dog, it's Tan Le."

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When he opened his eyes again, he was standing by a stream.

The stream stings, and the cold wind blows.

This place is not unfamiliar, it is just under the cliff with peach blossom trees like Taiyimen.

He looked up at the rocks.

I only heard the master say from behind him: "Your favorite peach blossom will never bloom again. You were still sitting on that peach blossom tree a hundred years ago..."

"I won't in the future." Ling Qian has experienced countless mental tortures in the past hundred years, and has learned to forget herself, and respect her master in everything.

It doesn't matter whether you like peach blossom or not.

It was important to hear that Master didn't like him sitting on the peach blossom tree.

"Yesterday, I ordered them to dig out the peach blossom tree and transplant a [-]-year-old pine tree. Don't worry, Master, no one will sit on the pine tree."

Unless that person wants to be riddled with holes.

"Don't you feel bad?" Master said.

Ling Qian touched her heart, not knowing what it felt like to be distressed, she smiled, irrelevant to emotion, and said, "It's stuffy here, probably because the aura on the mountain is strong, I'm not used to it after going down the mountain."

The master will not praise him, but he will definitely agree with him when he said that the mountain is good, "Then you don't go down the mountain, it's better to stay at the gate of Taiyi."

Ling Qian nodded and smiled decently.

He didn't know why the master took him for a walk down the mountain today. Since he thought the mountain was good, he might as well keep him from going down the mountain for the rest of his life.

But today, it was a coincidence that he and his master turned around and were about to go back.

Suddenly, I saw a group of green-brown algae-like things floating on the water.

He doesn't care if the thing is alive or not.

But this thing drifted to the shore where he was walking, and when the current moved, this thing hit his ankle.

Master reminded him: "This is fate."

"Master wants me to save him?" Ling Qian leaned over to fish the thing to the shore, pushed aside a clump of algae, and saw a small face the size of a palm.

This little guy was white and tender, and his teeth were chattering from the cold.

As soon as he found that he was holding back, he grabbed his wrist tightly and sucked his fingers in his mouth.

It looks like a hungry fish begging for food, and also like a baby waiting to be fed.

Ling Qian's heart, which had been dead for a long time, suddenly jumped.

"Do you like children?" Master asked gently, "If you like children, take them home and raise them."

Where did Ling Qian dare to raise, all the things his master allowed him to raise, from as small as a mouse to as big as a tiger, all died unexpectedly.

Not to mention liking, the peach blossoms that the master said he liked have all been dug up now.

But only this time, the master seemed to be encouraging his liking, saying: "Take care of his food and clothing, just don't die."

"What's his name?" Ling Qian asked.

"Tan Le."

Ling Qian never thought about why Master suddenly cared so much about his likes and dislikes. In the past, those animals were just cats and dogs were called dogs.

Only Tan Le has a name at first sight.

It was because he once trusted Master too much.

Until in this dream, he heard the invisible man's voice that stirred his heartbeat, breaking the deception.

"Tan Le has an aura related to you."

"Master used the blood of me and Tan Le to make a magic weapon, a bell that doesn't make any sound." Ling Qian had seen it before, and he must have seen it. "Just ring the bell, and Tan Le will appear in the In front of me, wake up my heartbeat, let me live like a person with emotions."

"He lied to me."

Ling Qian was suddenly emotionally unstable.

"He asked me to stick to the Taiyi Sect, and he also wanted me to believe that I have an inseparable concern in the Taiyi Sect."

"I thought that when I saw Tan Le sad, my heart beat and my heart ached because I cared about him. In fact, I didn't care about anyone at all. I wouldn't feel sorry for anyone at all. My heart is dead..."

"No, Xiaoqian, listen to me, it is Ling Xiaojun who makes you ruthless, you have emotions, he can only control you to have compassion for the unfamiliar Tan Le, but you are good to Tan Le, it is you who raised him For a hundred years, sincere family affection."

Hearing this voice now, Ling Qian only felt a splitting headache.

There was chaos in front of him, and he covered his head and said, "Impossible!"

"Xiaoqian," Zongzhou's body was clearly visible in front of his eyes, "Xiaoqian, calm down, it's me, and we are in your dream."

"Zongzhou?" Ling Qian's eyes lit up for a moment.

But it was soon covered by clouds that blinded his eyes.

He murmured: "It's a dream, and what protects me is a dream. Master said that no one will love me."

"I love you." Zong Zhou's hand tightly grasped his trembling arm.

Ling Qian suddenly remembered who the person in front of her was, and said softly, "I remember, I love you, and we have a child."

Ling Qian grabbed Zong Zhou's hand and held it to her stomach, her eyes filled with fear, she said, "Tan Le said that my child would be lost, and that I had abdominal pain and a lot of blood."

This was his dream. When he believed that he had a miscarriage, when he lowered his eyes, his snow-white lower garments were all soaked in blood.

"It turned out to be true, my stomach is flat."

That's why he didn't want to wake up.

He was in the East China Sea that day and heard Tan Le's lies. What he worried about was Zong Zhou being cheated, but what he was afraid of was himself.

"My child is gone."

If Zongzhou didn't lead him out of the nightmare, he might have trapped himself in the peach blossom tree forever.

Even if he brought the dream to this moment by himself, he would still think of Master destroying his love, and Tan Le's words.

In order to protect the child, he will inevitably close his consciousness again, fall into a deep sleep, and repeat the cycle, this deep sleep may be forever.

"Xiao Qian, the baby is safe in your womb. This is all a dream. As long as you believe that you still love me, the baby will be born safely when we wake up." Zong Zhou tried to persuade him to calm down.

Ling Qian suddenly fell into Zongzhou's arms.

"It hurts, it hurts so much." Ling Qian was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe properly.

"It's a dream, Xiaoqian, look at me, I came to wake you up from your dream."

Zong Zhou thought his pain was still in his dream.

Ling Qian grasped Zong Zhou's hand tightly, and said "ah" in pain, "Zong Zhou, wake up, I seem to be about to give birth."

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