The dog path is immortal, it is not too late to practice immortality from a hundred years old

", that demon girl really has a problem, you have to believe me!" Seeing

that the old man in front of him was anxious again, Zhang Chongyang said helplessly:

"If there is really a problem, others can't see it, just can you see it?"

Besides, take 10,000 steps back, that demon girl really has a problem, what does it have to do with him Zhang Chongyang?

He is clean and self-conscious, and never checks the fence...... Well, at least not yet.

And even if he went in the future, he would definitely not dare to play the love of the lady, after all, that day in the Fang City, he almost fell in love with the demon girl.

Zhang Chongyang thought that Zhou Ping's old thing was just because he was disgusted by the demon girl, so he drilled the tip of the horns, and he stood at the angle of the bystander, and he clicked it, which should be able to wake him up.

I never thought that his words did play a role in distributing, but instead of waking up Zhou Ping, he fell deeper and deeper.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, that's it, hahaha, I see.

"......" Zhang Chongyang: What do you mean

? He thought to himself, isn't this girl playing drunk? Qi refining sixth-layer cultivator, is the wine so bad?

Zhou Ping is indeed a little crazy at this time, and it may have something to do with alcohol, but the main reason is that he figured out something that might be a little shocking to say.

He was hesitant to tell Zhang Chongyang now, because he felt that if his speculation got out, it was very likely that he would be silenced.

But he didn't vomit or be unhappy, and he thought that Zhang Chongyang didn't dare to talk casually, so under the urging of alcohol, he came up with an idea: to pull Old Man Zhang in.

However, Zhou Ping still sold a pass: "Zhang Chongyang, do you want to know what I figured out just now?" "I don't want to ......" Zhang Chongyang

knew that Zhou Ping would definitely say it if he asked so, so he didn't pick up.

"Uh......" Zhou Ping's words were all thought of, but he didn't expect to be choked, coughed lightly, and didn't pretend.

"Ahem, forget it, see if I can figure out the key, or under your reminder, I, Zhou Ping, still decided to tell you this secret.

"Wait......" Zhang Chongyang suddenly interrupted Zhou Ping's voice, and then under the latter's puzzled gaze, he added: "I suddenly don't want to know." His

intuition told him that the secret that Zhou Ping was going to tell next might be a trouble.

And the last thing he wants to cause is trouble.

This time it was Zhou Ping's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Brother, aren't you curious at all?"

Then, Zhou Ping didn't care whether Zhang Chongyang wanted to listen or not, and said to himself:

"I think this is a conspiracy ......"

Cypress Hutong.

Yuan family.

"Sister Qing'er, why are you here!"

"Sister Yuan Yi, I miss you a little, so I came to see you." The woman named Qing'er said, and handed the gift in her hand to Yuan Yi:

"I brought Yuan Yi's sister's favorite apricot blossom cake~" "

My sister Qing'er has a heart, thank you."

Yuan Yi took the apricot blossom cake, immediately opened the box, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, chewing and praising his head:

"Well, it's delicious, it's still a familiar taste."

"Then the next time I come over, I'll bring more for my sister."

"Next time?" Yuan Yi was a little puzzled, "Is Sister Qing'er so idle in Goolan now?" "It's a little

...... Forget it, don't talk about this, Sister Yuan Yi, you are pregnant now, it's cold outside, let's go into the house and talk about it. With that

, Qing'er stepped forward and was about to take Yuan Yi's hand, but unexpectedly, she was dodged.

?????? "Qing'er: Is the feeling lighter? Still not

let you take it? She still wanted to stretch out her hand, but Yuan Yi preemptively said: "Yes, yes, yes, let's talk about it when we enter the house, there is firewood burning in the house, and it is much warmer than outside." After

speaking, he walked in front and led Qing'er into the house.

Behind her, Qing'er looked at Yuan Yi's back, which seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and frowned.

Thinking back to Yuan Yi's somewhat pale cheeks and her deliberate avoidance of her own contact, Qing'er made up a big drama in her mind......

"Sister Qing'er, come in. "

Ah...... Oh, okay Sister Yuan Yi.

Qing'er came back to her senses and followed her into the house.

In the room, Yuan Yi put down the apricot blossom cake, poured a cup of tea and put it on the table in front of Qing'er, and at the moment when she was about to retract her hand, she saw Qing'er coming first and grabbed Yuan Yi's hand in her hand.

"Hehe, Sister Yuan Yi, you seem to have a secret ......"

Qing'er didn't finish speaking, by touching Yuan Yi's hand, she had discovered the truth, and her smile gradually froze on her face.

Then, with an incredulous gaze, he looked at the bosom sister in front of him, no, he should call her a great mother now.

"Sister Yuan Yi, you ...... You...... Is

it worth it?" Yuan Yi retracted his hand from Qing'er's palm, with a hint of a maternal smile on the corner of his mouth, touched his slightly bulging belly, half a sound, raised his head to meet Qing'er's gaze, and said in a firm tone: "It's

worth it."

"I don't want my child to be born with the same fate as me.

Yuan Yi continued as if talking to himself: "Since I was born, I have no mother, my father is not good to me, he beats and scolds me at every turn, uses me as a punching bag, and later sells me to Goolan because he has no money.

"Now, my child has just been born and has no father, although I love him whether he is a boy or a girl......

" "Isn't that enough?"

Yuan Yi shook his head, and said in a somewhat decisive tone: "I want my child to get ahead, and I don't want Pingfu Town, a small city, to be the sky for a lifetime."

"So, you don't hesitate to use the prostitute Dafa to give your essence and blood to your child to conceive and raise a spiritual root? What if it is a miscellaneous spiritual root? Changchun Gate comes to collect people every year, but it has never received a child of a miscellaneous spiritual root. "

Qing'er's rhetoric is quite conservative, in fact, ordinary low-grade spiritual roots, Changchun Gate may not be able to accept them.

Yuan Yi didn't know about it? She was gambling, using her hard work in the first half of her life and her talent in the second half of her life, plus an unknown number of years of life, to bet that the child in her womb would have at least a lower grade spiritual root.

Only in this way, after she was conceived with her own essence and blood through the prostitute Dafa, her child could pass the disciple qualification test of Changchun Gate when she tested the spiritual root at the age of five.

Yes, it's just a possibility.

Therefore, it is very rare for a mother to choose Yuan Yi for the sake of her child's future qualifications.

Because, the price is too great, too wasted mother, and the key child has little to gain.

Qing'er wanted to persuade Yuan Yi again, but the latter directly stretched out her hand to interrupt her words: "Sister, I know that you are for my good, but I have already thought about this matter very clearly, so don't persuade me anymore."

Yuan Yi touched his stomach again and continued: "When I was a child, I thought that if I got rid of my father, my life would be better......" "When

I thought about it again, I wanted to make money and redeem myself, and I thought at that time, after redeeming myself, find a man who does not go to the fence, have a baby with him, and live an ordinary married life......

"Hehe...... After coming out, I found that in the tick bar, the human heart is still the 'purest'.

"Sister Yuan Yi!" Qing'er was affected, and her eyes turned red.

Yuan Yi looked at Qing'er, smiled faintly, and said

, "Now I have nothing, as a mother, this is the only gift I can give to my future children."

"So, I, have no regrets. "