"What are you doing? I'm not the kind of old lady with a broken mouth."
Wan Nishang made an innocent expression.
Concubine Wan Qing smiled: "Don't worry, Mom, I won't leak it out."
"Puff." Sister's mother made Wan Qingya smile while clutching her belly.
Wan Nishang glared at her daughter: "Why do you call Fan Linglong your mother, so you call it so smoothly? If you call me mother, you won't be willing? Qing Concubine, you are too partial!"
Concubine Wanqing pretended not to hear.
Fan Linglong's face blushed slightly and said nothing.
The saint master looked strange, Wan Nishang, the six-door demon girl, has any other relationship with Linglong? The two gave birth to... two saints? ?
Qing Sheng, Qing Concubine... That's it.
If it were before, the sage master would definitely ask the bottom line, but now that he has experienced so many wonderful things about the sacred master, the two women giving birth to offspring are simply insignificant.
In some side-by-side spells, it is not uncommon for a man to give birth to a man. Fan Linglong once fell in love with Wan Nishang. Although it was a bit outrageous, it was nothing compared to those of the Holy Lord.
Nowadays, there are many same-sex couples in the outside world?
Hidden Sacred Valley...you have to keep up with the times.
"That's it."
Seeing the two pairs of mother and daughter plus Qingya, Li Yun smiled lightly and summed up what he said just now: "So, the Holy Lord has died here, and there will be no Holy Lord from now on. We will hold a funeral for him to completely end this matter. !"
Fan Linglong shook his head, Li Yun looked at her and asked her with his eyes.
"...No need for a funeral." The sage sighed: "A cultivator will die and return to nature. There is no need for a funeral. Just prepare his clothes and we will see him off."
Li Yun understood that the Hidden Sacred Valley has existed for so long, if everyone who died were buried in the ground, it would soon be occupied by the grave.
"What if Ji Yongnian declares that he is the Holy Lord?"
Concubine Wan Qing suddenly thought of this question.
"Without the Holy Lord, you can have Ji Yongnian." Li Yun answered her, and Concubine Wan Qing nodded, understanding.
"What's the meaning?"
Fan Linglong asked.
"Meaning," Wan Nishang replied, because she knew that her old friend's head was not very bright. "No matter who claims to be Ji Yongnian, they don't care about it. As long as Yin Shenggu doesn't admit it, the people outside will say they are. It is the Holy Lord, and no one will believe it."
Fan Linglong and the saint master thought for a while, agreed, and decided to wait for the news of the death of the saint to sit down, and no one could reverse the case.
Even if the Lord Ji Yongnian returns, it is impossible to resurrect the identity of "him", unless it is really proved that he has great difficulties, but the probability is too small and too small, and what he said is basically true.
"Let's take care of... the relics of the Holy Lord."
Fan Linglong looked at the sage master, who nodded, his slightly wrinkled face with a gray beard with a miserable expression.
Such an expression is not a pretense, but for him, an old friend is equivalent to death, and there is no saint in the world!
"Just treat him as someone who is disguised."
Wan Qingya jumped off the peach blossom tree. She didn’t know if she was comforting, or she was simply expressing her own thoughts: “He, is Ji Yongnian. His previous reincarnation lives are his past lives, the past lives that retain memory. ."
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