Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 145: Return to the ancestors

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A simple sentence made Ye Qing Luo's heart feel as if he had been hit by something.

My heart beats uncontrollably.

Looking not far away, the purple-clothed man standing against the wind, he stretched out his hand and smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking so warm.

The legs move uncontrollably in the direction of the nine-tailed fox.

Brows and eyes are covered with warmth.

This man...

Why do things that stir her heartstrings every time.

A few days ago, I asked Nine-Tailed Fox to send her back to the house by lending her to her, and his prestige created momentum.

With the **** of the emperor, the Ye family are also restrained no matter what the meeting, and they dare not attack Ye Qingluo easily.

And this time, he actually came to pick her up in person.

So swagger, so sensational.

It's just to create momentum for her, for her to cast, which belongs to her alone.

Even if the Xuan Academy is upholding something, no matter what status people enter the Xuan Academy, they will all be regarded as ordinary people.

But these words also vary from person to person.

Otherwise, it wouldn't happen because Ye Qingling is the daughter of Ye's family and neglects to check her weapons.

Otherwise, the teachers of the academy would not be afraid of ghosts.

No matter where, how beautiful the words are.

People are always divided into three teachings and nine streams.

Ye Qingluo was personally picked up by the emperor to register for the academy. At this time, there was such a biography in Shangxuan Academy. Those masters, who else would dare to deliberately embarrass Ye Qingluo?

Just like now, after the ancestor saw Di Moxuan, all of her scum that was killed by spikes was not left.

When he saw Ye Qingluo walking towards Emperor Moxuan, the ancestor suddenly thought of something, his face turned black immediately, and he hurriedly pushed the Yuchi clan.

At the same time, Ye Qingluo yelled anxiously: "Lao Qi, wait, grandma has something for you!"

This sound made Ye Qingluo, who had lost his soul, suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

Her slender eyelashes blinked slightly, and her charming eyes returned to their clarity.

After realizing what she had just thought, Ye Qingluo had the urge to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

Mom!

She just...she just faced Di Moxuan's nympho.

Unexpectedly, I have a heartbeat towards Di Mo Xuan!

This...this is definitely Di Moxuan's curse on her!

Nima's whole world is imaginary, okay!

"Lao Qi!" Seeing Ye Qingluo stopped, but there was no response, the ancestor couldn't help but yelled again.

Ye Qing looked back and looked over.

The old ancestor smiled stiffly, waved to her, and took a brocade bag from Yuchi's hand: "Old Qi, before entering the hospital, I have to pay two hundred gold coins. This is my grandmother's The registration fee you prepared."

Ye Qing narrowed her eyes, her pink lips evoked an arc of ridicule.

"Registration fee?"

"Yes, Miss Seven, the ancestors were worried that you might have forgotten, so they told me to prepare this bag of gold coins for you early in the morning." Yuchi nodded repeatedly.

Worrying Ye Qingluo’s misunderstanding, she explained: "I was thinking of your eldest sister and gave you the gold coins by mistake, and I asked Miss Seven to calm down."

Some words, sincere and sincere.

The gentle and virtuous looks are worthy of being a mother and daughter with Ye Qingqian, and they are no different from each other.

Ye Qingluo sneered, her eyes enchanting: "Xiaoyu, take out the purse."

Ye Fengyu stunned slightly, took out the brocade bag from his arms, and asked blankly: "What's the matter?"

"Return the two hundred gold coins to the ancestors." The smile on the corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth became colder, and Ye Fengyu squinted.

Ye Fengyu continued to be at a loss, but for her sister's 100% unconditional obedience, he still handed the brocade bag back to the Yuchi clan.

The Yuchi clan looked at the ancestors for help.

Neither is it, nor is it not.