Chapter 1067: His restored memory

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The eyes of the little emperor are full of disgusting and cold colors, and they are quick and awkward.
The male sword, Kowloon, did not enter the chest, and instantly shattered the ghost of the ghost valley moth.
"Disgusting things."
But when the little emperor smashed the ghost valley moth, the body inside the ghost valley moth, a golden light shining like the sun, burst out.
That golden light instantly invaded the eyebrows of the little emperor.
The little emperor's face changed, and the body fell straight back.
"Little Emperor."
Ye Lingyue was shocked and she was busy catching the little emperor.
I saw the little emperor close his eyes, white and tender cheeks, there is a strange black gas flowing at this moment, his body is even cold.
Ye Lingyue panicked and hugged the little emperor.
"Master, you don't have to worry. That golden light is not an attack. It is a piece of the gods."
Seeing Ye Lingyue panicked, Ding Ling quickly opened his mouth.
Ye Lingyue stunned, and suddenly remembered that the ghost valley moth had said that it had experienced the "end-time stagnation event", and it was very likely that it was also one of the monsters that had eaten the flesh and blood of the demon ancestor. .
It is no wonder that it is different from other monsters. It can survive for a long time under the hands of Zitang Su, and it can be mixed in the lonely moon. Even the endless teachers and the four elders have not found it to be a monster.
It’s just that the ghost valley moth is also awkward, and when it comes to the end, it hides such an important thing.
Ye Lingyue couldn't think of it. In the past two years, she has been looking for a way to make the little emperor a powerful god.
Unexpectedly, the fragments of the gods belonging to the small emperor were just beside her.
"Why did the little emperor become like this?"
Ye Lingyue touched the face of the little emperor, and the eyebrows were full of anxious colors.
"It should be that his body is absorbing the fragments of the gods. The division of the gods is a very painful process. The same is true of the absorption of the fragments of the gods. The others can't help him. Master, you must send him back, I think tomorrow morning. The little emperor will wake up."
Ding Ling persuaded Ye Lingyue.
Ye Lingyue listened, holding the little emperor and rushing to the small courtyard.
She hurried, but did not notice that the body of a ghost valley moth on the ground, in the night, exudes a strange light.
On the same night, in the moon peak, Hong Mingyue just returned to his residence.
Fang Cai and Tang Li’s activities were too
fierce
. The man had already reminded him that he should not leave his body in his body. He would not listen.
As soon as I remembered Tang’s strong body, Hong Mingyue felt that his legs were a little weak.
As soon as she entered the door, she told her personal maid.
"I have prepared things for you, are you ready?"
The maid nodded and nodded a steaming soup.
Hong Mingyue has many men in the lonely moon. She is also cautious. Every time she finishes her work, she will drink a bowl of Acacia.
This soup is made from a variety of precious herbs, which can be used for contraception and beauty.
When Hong Mingyue and Luo Song were together, they had already drunk, and the effect has been very good.
It’s just that Hong Mingyue does not know that this kind of soup taught by Acacia is only effective for ordinary human men...
"Miss, this soup has been drunk, and it is not good after all."
Hong Mingyue’s maid saw Hong Mingyue’s face pale and cautiously reminded that she had served Hong Mingyue for two years.
"I know, but if I don't drink, I will have children with those dirty men. They are not worthy of being my children."
Hong Mingyue looked at his flat belly intricately.
Although her body is already a ruin, but the deepest part of her heart, there is still a place, with a personal.
That person, for Hong Mingyue, is her only thought.
In Hong Mingyue's view, only he is the only one who can be worthy of her.
"Zi Tang Su, where are you?"
Hong Mingyue closed his eyes and sighed softly.
What Hong Mingyue didn't know was in her belly. There was one thing that was growing rapidly.
The night is getting deeper.
Ye Lingyue and the small courtyard of the little emperor.
Ye Lingyue couldn't sleep at night, her eyes, staring at the little emperor on the bed for a moment.
The little guy still keeps his eyes closed, and the thick eyelashes like the black fan tremble slightly. His fists are tightly held, and the brows are tight, which seems to be very painful.
"The little emperor, you must not have something."
All night, Ye Lingyue repeatedly whispered this sentence, she held the hand of the little emperor tightly, and wished she could share part of the pain for her.
Around dawn.
Ye Lingyue, who stayed for one night, was finally tired and slept.
I don't know what time, she woke up, and her body seemed to be covered with a quilt.
But she remembers that she was clearly guarding the little emperor.
Ye Lingyue’s hand unconsciously touched the front, but only touched an air.
Ye Lingyue suddenly woke up, but at the moment she opened her eyes.
After a while, the bedding on her body was opened and the man was already pressed on the bed.
The unique musky scent of the boy is coming.
Ye Lingyue suddenly widened his eyes, but his lips were suddenly contained.
In the eyes, the juvenile beauty is even more hot than the sun, reflecting her eyes.
"Small... Emperor."
The "small" card is in the throat.
In front of this emperor... The little emperor was actually a few years old, and from the appearance of eighty-nine years old to the appearance of a teenager, it seems that it is almost as big as Ye Lingyue.
Is this because of the absorption of the fragments of the gods?
Is that really a piece of gods?
Ye Lingyue was unbelievable in front of this scene, and even forgot the protest. The tongue of a small emperor opened her teeth and smashed every corner of her mouth.
His movements are so overbearing and at the same time gentle.
Let Ye Lingyue’s brain become more and more blank.
Breathing has become difficult, and the heart seems to jump out of the chest.
Until she was about to suffocate, and issued intermittent protests, the emperor was still trying to loosen his lips.
"Little empire, you bastard, you..."
Ye Lingyue habitually put up the posture of reprimanding the little guy on weekdays.
In the past two years, she has been in this tone, and she has become accustomed to it, but she has forgotten it. The boy in front of him is already different.
But before she "roared", her mouth was suddenly caught.
Leaning his eyes and hiding his eyes, he attacked his little woman with powder punches and then held her in his arms.
The emperor’s eyes were slightly stunned, revealing a bit of dangerous light color, and hooked his lips with a sinister temper, with a bit of playfulness.
"The daring is getting fatter, and you dare to really raise me as a son."