The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

Hai Li paused, looking a little embarrassed. He glanced at the boy next to him secretly. When he saw his eyes that seemed to want to cry but couldn't, his eyes flashed slightly.

"Hey, sister, don't get me wrong. He's not my Mermaid Tears. I just met this little boy when I was chasing the bad guys. He was all alone in this enchanted forest and looked so pitiful, so I picked him up."

Ye Wanqing didn't open her eyes, forcing herself to suppress the strange and inexplicable emotions in her heart. "I found a boy in the psychedelic forest? Hai Li, do you think he's an ordinary person? Or are you treating this place like an asylum? I'll take in whoever you find?"

Hai Li choked up, "No, no, sister, look, this little boy is so cute and adorable, he's really fun to play with. I see him all alone, and I'm really worried about him."

Ye Wanqing opened her eyes and looked at the two people standing cautiously in front of her holding hands. There was an ambiguous look in her eyes.

The mermaids are kind by nature, and Hai Li, as a member of the royal family, is no exception. It is precisely because of Hai Li's kindness and natural vulnerability that she was tricked by spiritual practitioners into giving away her mermaid tears.

She thought that after spending some time together, Hai Li's old illness should have eased, but she didn't expect it to remain the same.

"Hai Li, you are a mermaid, not a saint. Kindness is a good quality, but if you keep showing pity and asking me to take in one person after another, I'm afraid you are not suitable to stay by my side."

Hai Li's expression froze, and he shook his head violently, "No, no, no, sister, I... I was wrong."

He lowered his head. He had always found it difficult to shed tears, but now tears were falling from the corners of his eyes, drop by drop. Golden beads fell, and he did not forget Ye Wanqing's instructions, picking them up one by one and collecting them.

The little boy seemed to have noticed something as he silently let go of Hai Li's hand and carefully pinched the hem of Ye Wanqing's skirt with his hand. His little face wrinkled and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Beautiful sister, please stop scolding this brother, okay? Don't be angry, I will give my baby to you."

After saying this, he ran away.

In the dark

Sikong's expression was full of scrutiny, but there was also a hint of doubt in his eyes. Strangely, why did that little boy feel a little strange, as if he looked a little familiar? But it was also strange, he was very sure he had never seen him before, so what was so strange?

"Okay, Hai Li, do you understand what I said?"

"I understand, sister."

At this moment, the little boy came towards Ye Wanqing panting, holding a lantern.

When Ye Wanqing noticed the lantern, her eyes flickered a little.

"Sister, look at this lantern. It's so beautiful. I found it. I'll give it to you, okay? Don't be angry."

Ye Wanqing's expression paused slightly, and she subconsciously took the lantern. The words "my son" that she had carved with her own hands were still there.

Her expression was slightly gloomy, and her mood began to become a little unstable. She looked at the little boy in front of her and felt that he looked more and more familiar. A hint of red gradually appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Is this really possible?

If it were Master and Uncle-Master, there might still be that possibility, because they are both in the realm of God, powerful, and protected by the way of heaven. But my son is still a fetus in the womb of just a few months old. Will he really have a chance to be reborn?

Ye Wanqing slowly squatted down, looking into his childish and cautious eyes. Suddenly, she suddenly realized something. "What's your name? Why are you here?"

The boy paused. "My name is Yubao. Daddy said that when Mom and I are reunited, she should give me a formal name. Oh, and I came here to look for Mom. Daddy told me to wait a few more days, but I couldn't wait any longer, so I ran away from home secretly. I got lost the moment I got here."

But I don’t seem to remember what my mother looks like.

Ye Wanqing was in a daze. It turned out that he already had parents, but she still believed in her intuition. As long as there was a possibility, she wanted to verify it.

"Can you give me a drop of your fingertip blood? Just one drop will do."

Yu Bao paused and stretched out his tender little hand in front of Ye Wanqing. Actually, he didn't know why, but he seemed to like the young lady in front of him very much. He also felt that the young lady looked very familiar, as if he had seen her several times without realizing it, and he was not on guard against her at all.

Ye Wanqing carefully drew a drop of blood, then healed the wound on his finger with a wave of her hand, and took out a pill to feed him.

The drop of blood was placed above the green jade water, bearing its endless spiritual power. In the blink of an eye, Ye Wanqing also cut out a drop of blood from her fingertip. The two drops of blood slowly gathered together, emitting a bright light.

It will only take ten days, ten days to know whether he is my son.

Ye Wanqing regained consciousness and looked at Hai Li, "Okay, stop crying. You'll live with Yubao for the time being."

"what?"

Hai Li suddenly raised her head, tears falling to the ground, she even forgot to pick them up, "Sister, are you serious?"

Ye Wanqing pursed her thin lips, ignored Hai Li, turned around, and adjusted her mood. She admitted that her heart was in turmoil the moment she saw the lanterns.

The lantern still holds her divine power, and it won't fall into the hands of a strange boy for no reason.

Yubao did not forget to pick up the golden beads that fell on the ground, "Here you go, brother."

He ran towards Ye Wanqing panting again.

"Hey? Wait for me."

At the same time, Yuehua Sect

"I'm so pissed! That Qing Ye is so ignorant of his own limitations. He caused me to lose so many people!"

Chen Bin took a sip of tea, his brows furrowed slightly. "I've been feeling very upset lately. Ye Shuying died after training in the Poison Mist Forest. I must give that damned Ye family an explanation. Humph, can they afford my explanation? If it weren't for the fact that this is a critical period in your plan, I would have wiped out the Ye family long ago."

Wei Lin sneered, "Hmph, the Ye family of Xinghui Country is just a small family. They're not worth mentioning. Qing Ye, on the other hand, is a master alchemist who can refine perfect-grade pills at such a young age. His value is far greater than that of the Ye family. But if he can't be used by us, we must kill him!"

Chen Bin nodded. "That's right. Give me Qing Ye's portrait. Things are very tense recently, so you should be careful."

Wei Lin gave Qing Ye's portrait to Chen Bin.

Chen Bin opened the portrait and saw the person clearly. He stood up suddenly, his face filled with anger. "It's him! He's the murderer who hurt my son! There's no doubt about it. The man in the portrait my son painted himself is wearing a mask and his true appearance is unclear, but I have a hunch it must be him!"

Wei Lin raised the corners of his lips, "Since Sect Master Chen also has a grudge against Qing Ye, then the next step will be much easier."

……

As soon as Ye Wanqing returned to the academy, he heard everyone talking about it. The various forces suddenly announced that the power competition would be moved forward to seven days later, and the location of the competition would be in Yuehua Sect. The competition would be supervised by Yuehua Sect personally.

Ye Wanqing's lips curled up slightly. It seemed that she had discovered it and the progress had accelerated.

Xie Yun, who had been waiting for a long time at Cang Qiong Academy, saw Ye Wanqing and walked forward, bowing with a respectful look, "Young Master Qingye, how are you?"

When everyone saw Qing Ye coming back, they were shocked as never before, because they already knew Qing Ye's performance in the alchemy conference. He was actually an alchemist who could refine perfect-grade alchemy!

Eighteen-year-old alchemists are common, but an alchemist who can refine perfect-grade alchemy is truly unheard of.

Some people were skeptical, but after seeing Xie Yun's performance, they had to be convinced, because it was well known that Xie Yun was the most talented alchemist among the younger generation.

"Master Qingye's performance at the last alchemy conference earned our respect. Recently, I have a question about alchemy that I'd like to ask Master Qingye for advice. I wonder if you could agree to it?"