Now that you have become the wolf king, why be afraid of the sea emperor?

It can be counted that Ming Yang has known Lord Yaqing for more than twenty years. He used to be a bird spirit who cultivated himself in a barren mountain. .

Ming Yang doesn't know why he loves sweet-scented osmanthus cake so much, anyway, he liked it very much the first time he smelled it, as if someone took him to eat it a long time ago.

Then, picking herbs once saved Yaqing Jun who was seriously injured. The two had been together for decades in the grassy mountains and fields. Naturally, Ming Yang thought that they were the only ones for each other. Unexpectedly, Yaqing Jun was the owner of Linzhou Immortal Island. .

Ming Yang was apprehensive when he came back with Ya Qingjun, but the other party told him not to be afraid, Ming Yang believed it, but the facts proved that these powerful feelings are like clouds in the sky, and they will disperse when the wind blows.Lord Yaqing has someone he likes, named Fu Si.

Ming Yang still remembers how angry Song Yaqing was when he strayed into Fu Si's sleeping secret room for the first time.

In his memory, the calm, always cool and elegant man yelled at him to get out, and then thought of how the little fairies were usually hesitant to speak but stopped mocking and mocking, Ming Yang couldn't help asking more questions, and gradually understood the whole story.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing for Ming Yang, but that he sees Fu Si's face similar to his own.

No wonder... the first time Song Yaqing saw him, she seemed excited and relieved.

Ming Yang doesn't even have the qualifications to get Song Yaqing's only love. He has always been the comfort to Song Yaqing when Fu Si is gone. Now that the real master wakes up, he naturally doesn't need him as a fake.

Ming Yang leaned on the wooden pillar, looking at the small courtyard peacefully, revealing a strong loneliness.

"My God, I can't stand it anymore." Jiang Zhouyin couldn't help it, "Is this Hao Chi?"

Cangjin also couldn't say a word, "If Haochi knows that he used to be like this..."

Before he finished speaking, he exchanged a look with Jiang Zhouyin slowly.

Then I saw Jiang Zhouyin take out a "memory stone" from the ring, as the name suggests, it was recorded live.

Jiang Zhouyin was so excited that his hands were shaking.

Ming Yang thought about choosing a day to bid farewell to Mr. Yaqing. Since the family had finally married, he could no longer stay to be annoying. As for the deceit of more than twenty years, Ming Yang was angry, but since he came to Linzhou In Xiandao, Mr. Yaqing treated him favorably, and even healed the wounds left by his cultivation. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the grace of regeneration, so he couldn't get angry, as if all the bones in his body had been forcibly broken. What is "hard spirit".

That afternoon, Song Yaqing came.

Ming Yang sat with him for a long time without saying a word, only sighed in his heart, he should have stayed in the barren hills if he knew earlier, obviously he lived happily alone.

"Your Majesty." Ming Yang took a deep breath.

Mr. Yaqing: "Huh?"

"Since Fu Shaojun is awake, I won't stay any longer."

"No!" Song Yaqing sternly refused, he did have a good appearance, with a full sky, a straight nose, narrow and long eyes like frost and snow, when looking at people, he only felt cool in his heart.

Ming Yang's heart beats faster unconsciously, is he reluctant...

"Xiao Yang, Fu Si just woke up and his body is extremely weak. He is a descendant of the Qingluan clan... Your blood will be of great benefit to him."

Ming Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he didn't understand, he stopped breathing for a moment.

"What kind of idiot!" Jiang Zhouyin said coldly.

Cang Jin pointed at Song Yaqing, "If Hao Chi can see this, I'll beat him to death."

Fu Xingyou: "Count me in."

There was another long silence, Ming Yang pursed his lips, his voice trembling, "Your Majesty, you brought me back ten years ago, but did you see that my demon blood is good for Fu Shaojun?"

No wonder... At that time, Ming Yang thought that he had to heal his wound because of his deep love.

Jun Yaqing didn't answer, but got up and said: "I won't need a lot of blood from you, I will send tonic jelly grass every day, and when Si'er recovers, I will let you go."

The words flowed smoothly without any hesitation.

Ming Yang was still caught in some kind of huge shock, he said in a daze, "Okay..."

Song Yaqing looked at him, and couldn't bear it flashed in his eyes, and then he clenched his fists hard, as if to restrain his own thoughts, no!Si'er has woken up and paid so much for him.

Since then, doctors have come to take blood every day, cut a knife from Ming Yang's wrist, filled two bowls, and then asked him to take the repairing pill. His Majesty brought him to treat Fu Shaojun's illness, and he was not sincere. Everyone watched the fun, and everyone felt pity for him.

Ming Yang felt that he was very pitiful.

"Today's is healed." The doctor handed out the elixir, and seeing that Ming Yang's outstretched hands were trembling, he sighed and said, "I don't know why, you, a little bird, can actually heal Qingluan's lineage, which is also a gift from God." Good luck to you."

Jiang Zhouyin couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't help Hao Chi for the time being, the love robbery needs to be heartbroken to pass the test, and he might be backlashed in advance, but this brazen doctor can give two punches, good luck?Do you want this kind of good life for him?

Shit bird blood can heal Qingluan's lineage!The doctor doesn't understand, what kind of trash is Song Yaqing?Did he really never doubt it?

The divine bird Phoenix, heals mere Qingluan naturally.

The elixir was not very effective after taking the blood. Mingyang felt very uncomfortable every time after taking blood, dizzy and nauseated, and his body became weaker day by day. Fortunately, his love for Yaqing Jun seemed to be cut along with these The bleeding is decreasing day by day.

One day I will forget him, Ming Yang thought.

It was a rare day without bloodletting, and the sun was fine, Ming Yang was lying on a soft chair basking in the sun, he didn't know when Fu Si came in, but when he opened his eyes, he saw two figures standing not far away.

The other one is Mingyang's "old enemy", named Ning Bai. On the first day of Mingyang's arrival, Ning Bai had a cold face, and when Lord Yaqing was away, he would sneer at him, let him recognize himself, and stop being a sparrow-turned-phoenix Everyone said that Ning Bai was guarding the dream for Fu Si, but Ming Yang didn't think so, because Ning Bai's eyes were full of greed, and he wanted to replace everyone and become the only one around Ya Qingjun.

"It's him." Ning Bai grinned, "It's far worse than you, I've already said it, your majesty just uses him as your medicine guide, don't take it to heart."

It was really uncomfortable to be mocked by the rightful master, Ming Yang struggled to stand up, "Hi Shaojun Fu." 彡彡訁凊

"Yeah." Fu Si's face is rosy now, it can be seen that he is held in the palm of Ya Qingjun's palm, he didn't give Ming Yang a good face, Ming Yang understands this, after all, no one wants to wake up and find that the person they like has another person beside him stand-in.

Ning Bai took two steps forward: "I said a long time ago that you are a copycat of Dong Shi, and you can't compare with Brother Fu."

"There's no way to compare." Ming Yang raised his head to look at Ning Bai, with an ambiguous smile in his eyes, "When Fu Shaojun wakes up, he will naturally sing with you on the piano and harp, and love him for thousands of years."

The implication is that there is no more chance for you.

Ning Bai's face changed slightly, and he raised his hand to slap Ming Yang. Ming Yang staggered on the spot, and heard Fu Si scold: "Enough!"

They didn't know when they left, and when Ming Yang came back to God, the courtyard was empty, he wiped the tears from his face, and wanted to ask if he had enough blood, he wanted to go home.

"Oh, you are so pitiful." Jiang Zhouyin squatted down and took a close-up of Mingyang's face with the memory stone.

Ming Yang went back to the room and fell asleep exhausted. After an unknown amount of time, his whole body was suddenly lifted up vigorously. He was in a daze, only feeling pain in his arm. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was Mr. Yaqing, but Mr. Yaqing's face was gloomy, and he was giving instructions. The doctor behind him said, "Take it in front of me!"

As the wrist was grabbed, the familiar tingling came.

"Your Majesty, he must have done something!" Ning Bai fanned the flames from the sidelines: "Otherwise, why would Brother Fu take the medicine. The pain after taking the medicine!"

Following Ning Bai's words, Jun Yaqing's grip on Ming Yang continued to increase.

Ming Yang endured the pain and asked in a hoarse voice: "You doubt me?"

Song Yaqing stared at him, with stormy eyes in his eyes, "I said before, you should be obedient, and you will be safe for the rest of your life."

"I'm half-dead now, you tell me I'm safe?" The clay figurine still has a temper, not to mention that Yang has been tossed back and forth for more than several months. He asked, "When will you let me go?"

Song Yaqing's pupils shrank, and she threw Ming Yang onto the bed, "Without my permission, you can't go anywhere!"

Ning Bai clenched his hands tightly, and the bystanders knew why he felt that the emperor seemed reluctant?

Damn it!First Ming Yang, Fu Si woke up again.

Ming Yang panted and let the doctor take blood, he whispered, "Song Yaqing, don't make me hate you."

As soon as he finished speaking, his jaw was pinched, the man wished he could pry into his sincerity, "Why, do you start to hate me?"

Ming Yang didn't answer.

"Ask you." Song Ya said coldly.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Ning Bai hurriedly said, "The blood has been taken, Your Majesty, Brother Fu is still waiting for us."

Fu Si brought Song Yaqing back to his senses, and he got up and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Ning Bai took one last look at Ming Yang, with viciousness hidden in his eyes.

Soon, the room that was still lively just now became empty and lonely. Ming Yang sat in the same posture for a long time, suddenly, he laughed lowly, and then rushed to the bedside, vomited a mouthful of blood, which was extremely tragic.

Jiang Zhouyin raised his eyebrows, "Soon."

Ming Yang felt hot and couldn't move while lying on the bed. The only servant was sent away half a month ago. He was isolated in the Qinyu Palace. The elixirs and tonics were all inferior. We all know that the wife of the island owner is about to change, so who will take him to heart?Deductions are also normal.

But in the mist, someone helped him sleep well, and covered him properly with a quilt, put a hand as warm as jade on his forehead, and stuffed something in his mouth, it melted in his mouth, and the pain on his body was relieved by most of it.

Ming Yang opened his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating.

There were actually four people in front of the bed, all of them were unparalleled in appearance, making one dare not look directly at them.

The fairy in white sitting beside the bed brought a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake from nowhere, and asked him with a smile, "Do you want to eat it?"

By accident, Ming Yang nodded: "I want to eat..."

Another immortal with red pupils looked affectionate, and couldn't help but patted his head, "Eat as much as you want, as long as you have enough, just bear with it."

Ming Yang really twisted a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and soft, with aura scattered, it was the best he had ever eaten.

He looked at the red-eyed fairy, only feeling kind, and subconsciously asked: "Are you my father?"

Cangjin: "..."

Oops, what he said, he couldn't accept it.

Cangjin snatched the memory stone from Jiang Zhouyin's hand, coaxed and lied: "Call out."

Ming Yang: "...Daddy?"

Jiang Zhouyin was in a hurry, "This is your eldest father, and I am your second father."

Ming Yang: "...I have two fathers?"

Jiang Zhouyin: "No, the four of us are all your fathers."

Ming Yang: "..."

Fu Xingyou: "..."

Emperor Pinglan turned his head to the side, unable to bear to look directly.

Fu Xingyou pushed away the two people who were taking advantage crazily, raised his sleeves and waved in front of Ming Yang's eyes: "Don't think so much, take a good rest."

Ming Yang blinked, his face fell into the pillow and quickly fell asleep, and the remaining half of osmanthus cake fell on the bed.

……

On Fu Shaojun's birthday, the entire Linzhou Immortal Island celebrated with joy. The music of silk and bamboo pipes played non-stop all day. sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

I woke up these few days, but I didn't see who gave it to me, the little waiter from before?Impossible, if you can't get such delicious food, Ming Yang won't think about it. Anyway, he is like this, even if he is highly poisoned, he will earn money if he eats two more bites.

"Master Ming." A little fairy came in with lotus steps: "Your honor."

Ming Yang raised his head in a daze, please ask him?Isn't today Fu Si's birthday?

"Can you not go?" Ming Yang asked politely.

Xiao Xian'e lowered her head, "Master Ming, don't make things difficult for your servant."

Ming Yang sighed, and reluctantly put the remaining half plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake back on the table.

Seeing this, Xiao Xian'e's eyes flashed disdain, they would not eat this kind of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

The face is really big, and Emperor Lunyou made it himself with Lingquan. Even her ancestors who have accumulated virtue for 8000 years can't eat it.