Zhao Rong doesn't like dusk.

The dusk of this world.

At this moment, he looked up.

On the distant horizon, there is a row of black mountains. The blood-red setting sun has completely fallen into them, leaving no trace.

The last ray of afterglow in the sky is gradually dimming, like an old man in his twilight years, becoming lifeless.

The night covers the earth, and how can the lights on the earth resist the suffocating darkness that comes like fate?

Zhao Rong hated this feeling. Ever since he awakened his past life memories and came to this world in another sense, almost every evening Zhao Rong would feel detached, as if he did not belong here.

Out of place.

Because in the memory of the nights in the previous life, the lights around me were sometimes brighter than the daytime, and there were so many attractive things that there was almost no boundary between day and night. I rarely stayed in the darkness for a moment and experienced the oppressive feeling of being swallowed and surrounded by darkness.

But now, even in the four Taiqing prefectures of Duyou City, the lights of the immortals on the mountains cannot drive away the footsteps of the dark giant.

When it gets dark, it means the end of the day, it means separation and loneliness.

But now, this feeling of detachment that made Zhao Rong uncomfortable began to gradually fade away.

Because his kite, which had left the ground, had been pulled back to the earth by several strings.

"call……"

Zhao Rong gently exhaled the foul air in his chest.

He squinted his eyes and glanced at the Nanci Jingshe in the distance. The tall buildings in the secluded courtyards along the river were lighting up some dim lights, one after another.

Zhao Rong subconsciously squeezed Qingjun's hand and spoke without turning his head.

"How about we go somewhere else? It's actually quite early."

In the past few days, the two of them were together until the moon was high in the sky before they reluctantly parted. But today, Qingjun took the initiative to ask Zhao Rong to take her back to Nanci Jingshe.

But at this time, the two of them walked back to Nanci Jingshe at an extremely slow pace.

Zhao Lingfei, who had been silent on the road for a long time, was silent for a moment when she heard this, and shook her head, "Brother Rong'er, you have to leave tomorrow morning, so you should rest early today."

Zhao Rong noticed the depressed mood of the woman next to him.

He pursed his lips and suddenly stopped.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhao Rong were holding hands. When he pulled them, they stopped and looked back curiously.

Next second.

Zhao Rong reached out his hand, grabbed the white jade hanging on Zhao Lingfei's waist, and took off the "Purity".

The purple air coming from the east is the most auspicious air in the world. It is related to Taoist scriptures, extremely mysterious, and has the innate intelligence of a child. It can be sacrificed and refined by cultivators to become a precious life object. One of the magical effects of it becoming a cultivator's life object is that the pill is promoted to half grade.

After Zhao Rong obtained Qingjing, he did not practice it, but instead saw its strange use of transforming all things. He transformed Qingjing into a white jade decorative tassel and gave it to Qingjun.

However, because of the gift from the strange old man in Zhongnan Mountain, Qingjing is extremely close to Zhao Rong, and he is also Qingjing's master in a sense.

Therefore, Zhao Rong had turned it into a purple silk tassel before, and it has remained almost unchanged in this form during this period of time, hanging on the white jade.

At this moment, Zhao Rong looked at Qingjing who was obedient in his hands, then raised his eyes to look at Qingjun's clothes. He thought for a moment and his heart moved.

Immediately, Luo Ying silently blossomed into a ball of flowing purple air in Zhao Rong's hand.

This scattered mist state only lasted for three breaths.

In an instant.

The pure purple energy gathered together again and condensed into a... purple little man.

The little guy was the size of a palm, his face was blurry, and there was a floating purple aura around him.

It can be roughly seen that she looks like a slender and petite girl.

She had pigtails and wore a short skirt.

The little girl was floating in Zhao Rong's hand, turning her head and looking around in a daze.

Zhao Lingfei, who was standing aside, quietly looked at Brother Rong'er and the newly transformed little guy in his hands, with a curious look in her eyes.

Zhao Rong looked at the quiet appearance of the little girl for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.

This appearance and the chest-length skirt outfit are indeed very similar to the childhood Qingjun in his memory.

She is undoubtedly her biological daughter.

Zhao Rong curled the corner of his mouth and stretched out a finger to touch Qingjing's little head.

The little girl, who was looking around in confusion, saw a "thick and long" stick coming at her, and shrank back alertly to prevent it from rubbing against her. But soon she discovered that Zhao Rong had a familiar and favorite aura on him, so she floated forward again, actively opened her two slender arms to hold Zhao Rong's fingers, rubbed her face against the fingertips, and became intimate with him.

While Zhao Rong teased Qing Jing with his fingers, he spoke to her with a serious expression and tone.

"Girl, Daddy is leaving tomorrow. I will be a little far away from you and your mother for a while. When I'm not around, you have to accompany your mother for me. If she stays in the house practicing day and night, you have to take her out for a walk and play with her. If she is secretly daydreaming about me like a fool, well, you have to write this down and tell me later. I'll give you a reward."

Zhao Rong paused slightly and glanced at Qingjun who was standing quietly beside him.

At this moment, she narrowed her long eyes, her eyes were curved, and the corners of her lips were curved. She was staring at him and the "child" without blinking, like a kitten that had stolen some dried fish.

Zhao Rong coughed twice and suppressed the upward movement of his lips.

He lowered his voice, leaned forward, and as if there was no one around, he carefully instructed Qingjing who was so close:

"Ahem, of course, the most important thing is to stand guard for Daddy. Girl, remember, if your mother talks to any other man other than me for more than three sentences, you should quickly run to tell me, humph, and see how I teach your mother a lesson... Remember?"

The quiet little girl tilted her head and faced Zhao Rong, and was confused after hearing his words.

However, when she heard "Daddy"'s slightly heavy tone asking, her little body trembled, and she was unable to speak for a while, so she nodded quickly.

“Puff.”

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't help but smiled.

Like a white lotus blooming in the darkness.

Zhao Rong's eyes had never left Qing Jun. Seeing this, he was slightly stunned, but then his expression became serious and he said in a serious tone:

"Mother, what are you laughing at? Stop looking. I'm talking to you. If you dare to take advantage of your husband's absence..."

Concubine Zhao Ling quickly put on a serious face, and said in an annoyed tone, but with a happy look on her face: "Brother Rong'er is making trouble again, not being serious... I don't want to talk to you anymore."

She raised her chin, her neck was white and round, and she held her head high like a proud swan and turned her head away.

Zhao Rong suddenly didn't dare to do anything weird anymore.

But he felt a little relieved in his heart, at least Qingjun should not be sad because of his disturbance.

Zhao Rong glanced at his wife's arrogant attitude. After spending so many days together, he knew that she wanted him to coax her.

Zhao Rong gave Qingjing a look... Well, actually he was using some kind of spiritual connection in the dark to convey some meaning to Qingjing, who was still in his trance.

The next moment.

Qingjing left Zhao Rong's hand and flew to the side of Zhao Lingfei. She grabbed and tugged at Zhao Lingfei's sleeve with her little hand, but the latter ignored her.

The petite Qingjing held Zhao Lingfei's slender fingers, rocking them left and right in a naive manner, and rubbing her palms with her body from time to time.

On the other side, Zhao Rong said to himself, "My good daughter, it was not in vain that I raised you." Then he smiled and reached out to grab Qingjun's other hand.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei struggled with her hand that was held by him, but in the end she did not pull it out, so she let Zhao Rong hold it gently. She still turned her head away and did not look at him.

Zhao Rong said softly, "Okay, mother...Qingjun, I was wrong. Please forgive your husband for the sake of the child."

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her chin, glanced at Zhao Rong, and said in a cold voice, "Humph, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Rong thought about it and cautiously asked, "Should we have a son? Do you like boys?"

Qingjing, who was acting coquettishly at the side, suddenly stopped. The little girl lowered her head and twisted her hands, but Zhao Rong ignored her.

Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, turned around and glared at the shameless Rong Erge.

She couldn't help but stretch out her jade hand and hit Zhao Rong with her pink fist.

However, there was a smile in her eyes.

For a while, the two of them started fighting with each other.

Qingjing, who was standing next to them, happily circled around Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei.

In the darkness, it was like a ribbon emitting purple light tied the two together.

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