Zhao Changhe continued to cough dryly: "Sit down and drink some wine."

Ye Wuming simply sat down and faced Zhao Changhe: "The top priority now is to determine Luochuan's location first. It would be best to monitor what he is doing, but we are unable to do this in our current state.

"

Zhao Changhe asked: "Why?"

"Because my condition is not good." Ye Wuming said with a straight face: "Do you think that Ye Wuming, who can't be moved by you guys, can exert his normal strength?"

"No, it's just that I really like Ye Wuming who can't move because I'm holding him down."

Ye Wuming held a glass of wine in his hand and almost wanted to pour it on it.

Ye Jiuyou laughed beside him: "So you mean we need to separate? But if you and I are one, wouldn't we be able to do everything we can?"

Ye Wuming was expressionless: "I don't want to merge with a dog."

Ye Jiuyou said sweetly: "But it was you who acted like a dog just now."

"Pah", Ye Wuming crushed the cup.

Looking at the sky vaguely.

The credit for putting her in that pose is here.

So it's not that Ye Wuming doesn't want to fuse with a dog, but she doesn't want to be pretended to be a dog anymore. She finally doesn't want any active fusion, she just wants to return to her true self, and then kill these dogs.

Zhao Changhe touched his chin and understood... He had never understood Ye Wuming's situation before. After these few words of dialogue, he understood instantly. It turned out that the two sisters had really merged before, so Jiuyou broke through to the other side and Luo Chuan suffered.

It's also a blow from the other side.

Doesn't that mean that when I and Jiuyou were practicing dual cultivation before, they were actually in the middle of the night?

Ye Jiuyou was quarreling with Ye Wuming: "You said it yourself before, separation now is not conducive to the healing of Changhe, and secondly it is not conducive to you and me understanding the other side. You changed your mind just one day?"

Ye Wuming slapped the table: "Why don't you ask what you did?"

Ye Jiuyou sneered: "Now as long as I don't agree, you can't tell us apart!"

Ye Wuming also sneered: "Then don't look for Luo Chuan, just wait for him to knock on the door again!"

After he finished the crime and left, he really didn't want to face these stupid men and women anymore, no matter what they were talking about in his room.

The negotiations collapsed before they even started.

Now that the talks have broken down, first hide this body until Ye Jiuyou can't find it.

Ye Wuming walked to the Ye Palace hub in a hurry and saw Ling Ruoyu holding the Galaxy Sword and practicing with her eyes closed. She was confused and didn't know what her parents had experienced just now.

Seeing Ye Wuming appear, Ling Ruoyu opened his eyes and smiled clearly and stupidly: "I feel relieved when I see mother is fine. Before, Ye Gong couldn't sense mother's breath, so I thought something was wrong... Ye Gong controls the hub, mother, take it back."

"

Ye Wuming's anger was dissipated by the child's clear smile, and he felt much better. It was good to be away from those stupid men and women, and unexpectedly to have some space alone with his daughter.

She subconsciously rubbed Ling Ruoyu's little head and said softly: "Don't worry, there is no way anything could happen to my mother. Ye Gong is yours, there is no need to take it away."

Ling Ruoyu sniffed and looked surprised: "Have mom and dad reconciled?"

Nameless Ye: "?"

"My mother has his aura..." Ling Ruoyu's eyes flickered across Ye Wuming's neck and collarbone, and the strawberries on them were so vivid. The little girl blushed and turned her head, silent.

Ye Wuming covered his neck, feeling embarrassed and annoyed: "It's nothing!"

"Ah? No..." Ling Ruoyu pursed her lips and lowered her head in disappointment.

Ye Wuming looked at the little girl's appearance and said angrily: "What, you really want me to do that to him?"

"No." Ling Ruoyu said calmly: "It's just that other people's children have parents together."

Nameless Ye: "..."

His head started to hurt again. Ye Wuming held his head against the pain and leaned against the observatory, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

A gentle touch came from her temples. Ye Wuming opened her eyes and saw Ling Ruoyu sitting next to her, reaching out to massage her temples, her face focused and serious.

Ye Wuming watched intently, and his heart rippled unconsciously. It was as if a stone had been dropped on the already unstable lake surface, causing ripples to appear again.

The ripples were seven to eight times larger than the ripples that were pressed and nibbled just now.

"You..." She hesitated for a moment, and finally asked in a low voice: "Didn't you have a problem with me before and didn't want to follow me?"

Ling Ruoyu whispered: "Xinghe's memory has been blurred... I only know that after we met this time, my mother has been very good to me..."

Ye Wuming closed his eyes and finally made no sound.

I originally wanted to ask her what love letter she had written, but now I am not in the mood to ask again... It seems that there is no need to ask again. Zhao Changhe's attitude towards him should have been affected by that letter and became more proactive and domineering.

The stinking look of "I know you are actually interested in me" is of course because of the misleading "love letter".

But now that things have come to this point, is it possible to go and tell him that the letter was not written by me at all, and you have to pay compensation for messing around with it?

Or did you hang up the little girl who was gently massaging her mother and beat her up? Is it all your fault?

never mind.

Ye Wuming's multi-core CPU was unconsciously looking at the room where the couple were drinking and talking. Zhao Changhe was saying to Ye Jiuyou: "Stop pestering Ye Jiuyou. It's time to separate, so let her go."

Ye Jiuyou smiled and said, "Why, you can play with her as you like now, don't you think? If we are really separated, no one can control Ye Wuming at that time, and he might even want to kill you."

"She won't kill me..." Zhao Changhe whispered: "Her letter..."

Nameless Ye: "..."

Zhao Changhe weighed the wine glass in his hand in ecstasy and continued speaking, as if muttering to himself: "Besides, the one who can touch my desires and thoughts has always been the Ye Wuming who hangs high in the sky."

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!