She smiled thoughtfully. Xiaoqi, who was originally burying herself sleepily in her mother's arms, rubbing her face and preparing to continue sleeping, was suddenly shivered by Ye Qiao's laughter.
Five or six teenage boys and girls were discussing the mission enthusiastically and exchanging clues with each other, and they didn't notice anyone coming.
A young man noticed Ye Qiao approaching, hesitated, and stepped forward to block Ye Qiao's sight, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
He looked at the girl walking towards him with a child in her arms. She was walking a little slowly, but her cultivation was at the middle stage of the Golden Core. The group of people couldn't help but become secretly alert.
Ye Qiao hugged Xiao Qi tightly in his arms, and said in a steady voice, with a hint of laughter, "I am here to go to the human world with you."
A young girl looked at Ye Qiao and asked suspiciously: "Middle stage of Jindan?"
His cultivation level is higher than that of their leader.
Shouldn't a cultivator of this level form his own team? Why did he come to them?
Ye Qiao buried his head in Xiao Qi's shoulder. Under the other's probing gaze, he remained calm and sighed softly, "I'm already sixty years old."
"I went to the human world this time to relax." Ye Qiao reached out and touched Xiao Qi's head, and began to make up a story for them, "This is my child. You read it right, he is a little ghost..."
"He died when I was born, and that man, after seeing me give birth to a dead baby, married another female cultivator from aristocratic family overnight..."
"In order to let my child survive, I turned him into a ghost." Ye Qiao spoke intermittently, perfectly portraying the image of an orphan and a widow who were cruelly abandoned by a scumbag. Even though her voice was tired and she forced a smile, it just revealed the strength of a mother.
This stunned a group of young men from wealthy families who had never seen the world.
They were slightly surprised.
In the world of cultivation, there are ways to maintain one's appearance. You can maintain any look you want, and it is understandable that women love beauty.
Looking at the other party's cultivation level, combined with her experience and age, I realized that this is the case.
Ye Qiao held the child in her arms, her eyes fixed on the boy she had just chatted with, and said seriously, "Young man, are you willing to call me grandma?"
"Grandma?" The other party hesitated for a few seconds and called out nervously.
Ye Qiao smiled, "Hey."
KFC almost screamed out loud, Damn, how shameless!
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