Chapter 1214 Disturb the Ancestors' Spiritual Practice, Be Careful with the Pillow Wind!
Those bosses of the fourth and fifth orders, and even the head of Hua Ling, are still locked up in the villain's island, and the outside is his world.
Cui He's eyes were fierce and he muttered to himself, "The Qi family."
At the beginning, the Qi family's husband and wife secretly put him into the villain's island, and I'm afraid that they will never think of the day when Cui He will come out of the villain's island.
Thinking of the shuddering expressions of the Qi family, Cui He showed a pleasant smile on his face.
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In the summer hall, the interior of the hall is still cool without air-conditioning, in stark contrast to the scorching summer sun outside.
Holy shit!
Snowball, who had already transformed, had white hair on top of her head, and stared at the girl opposite her with round eyes.
Qi Yue was eating the cold drink made in the mansion, and there was a suitcase full of cartoon patterns on the side.
With luggage, where did you come to visit our ancestors? This is obviously to entangle the ancestors.
It's too abominable, and the cold drink prepared for him will be taken as soon as it comes!
Qi Yue ate a clean meal, wiped her mouth, and said coquettishly to the smiling girl aside, "Goddess, it's not that I want to disturb you, it's my brother who insisted on sending me here. Wouldn't you mind?"
Idol!
All over the world... oh no, at least Bai Chuwei is the idol of the entire Chinese people, regardless of age group!
Although I don't understand why her brother Qimo did this, what's wrong with sending her to see her goddess?
Immediately agreed.
Bai Chuwei's eyes flashed lightly, and she raised her hand and patted her head, "It's okay, just stay where you want."
Qi Mo was never the one who would trouble the ancestors. He was the most worry-free one in the Eighth Great Family. Otherwise, she would not have been the first to contact him when she went down the mountain.
This time, I suddenly sent my sister, who is about to enter the third year of high school, I am afraid...
Bai Chuwei sat in front of the desk in the study and pondered for a while, glanced at Qi Yue who was doing her homework at a small table not far away, and slowly took out a piece of paper from the drawer.
Write the sentence "Qi Mo, after the ribbon-cutting of Kunlun College's founding, the ancestors came to deal with him in person",
The letter paper was folded into a paper crane, and the slender fingertips were gently lifted out of the window. The paper crane waved its two small wings and flew directly to Qijia in Haicheng.
"Papa", Qi Yue, who was on the side, gave her face quite a bit, put down her gel pen and applauded.
Qi Yue's eyes lit up, and she kept blowing rainbow farts and shouted, "The goddess's cultivation base is really high, she is awesome!"
She vowed that she would go to Kunlun College to study after the end of her college entrance examination next year!
Bai Chuwei glanced at the looming snake-shaped figure outside the window, and suddenly bent her lips and said, "Then do you want my cultivation to be higher?"
Qi Yue was a little confused and nodded subconsciously.
A smile flashed in Bai Chuwei's eyes, she stood up decisively, patted Qi Yue's head and said, "Then don't pester me with my homework, I'll go back to spiritual practice first... oh no."
Qi Yue looked at Bai Chuwei foolishly and walked away. Where is her shadow in the study?
Xueqiu leaned against the door with a cone and gnawed wildly, and said vaguely: "Little girl, you really don't have any eyesight."
In addition to eating, bathing and going to the toilet, this Qi Yue can't wait to stick to the ancestors 24 hours a day, and wants to follow everywhere.
Even when the ancestor was reading in the study, she wanted to follow up with her homework.
Didn't you see that Mr. Duan's face was dark these days? If you disturb the cultivator's spiritual practice, you will be struck by lightning!
Sooner or later, Mr. Duan will blow the pillow wind and pack her up and throw her back to Haicheng! By then she was crying.
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