Chu Qingming returned home and tore his own set of clothes, as well as shoes, socks and gloves to powder, and burned them all.

Looking at the stars and bleating fires in the basin, they finally disappeared. Chu Qingming poured some cold water into it, and finally planted it under the flowerpot.

Chu Qingming thought someone would come to investigate, but he didn't expect it.

After all, who could have thought that the two are related.

The matter of Lai Xumin has come to an end, and no one will mention it.

Chu Qingming still lived as usual, and Chu Ming and others gradually relaxed.

Finally, on Chu Qingming’s birthday, Chu Ming personally made a cake made of Mango Melaleuca, with a Q version of Chu Qingming’s portrait painted on it, which looks very cute.

"Sister, happy birthday to you!"

Chu Ming held the cake to Chu Qingming's face, and the candle on the cake was either bright or dark.

"thanks!"

Chu Qingming was very moved. After blowing out the candles, he went to eat cake with Chu Ming again with a smile.

"In the kitchen, I heard the happy voices of your sister and brother."

Luo Jiayin walked out of the kitchen. In her hand, there was a large tray with several plates of delicate dishes.

"Mom, try the cake made by Xiaoming too!"

Chu Qingming hurriedly delivered the cake to Luo Jiayin, and he was responsible for putting all the food in order.

"You eat the cake as afternoon tea now. What should I do if my sister blows out the candles at night?"

Luo Jiayin looked at Chu Ming again.

Who knows, Chu Ming has a small smug look on his face.

"This is just an appetizer, mother can rest assured!"

Seeing Chu Ming like this, both Chu Qingming and Luo Jiayin couldn't help laughing.

In the evening, Chu Songquan came back, and the family sat together with Luo Jiayin's food. In the center of the table, there was a cake carefully made by Chu Ming and a bottle of champagne brought back by Chu Songquan.

In the jukebox on one side, Cai Qin's old songs were playing, and it seemed to be raining outside the window.

This mysterious night seemed to become more and more fascinated.

"Ding Dong-the task is complete, Li Daitao is stiff, use OR and don't use it."

When Ji Qingming returned to the top, it was pitch black, and a little starburst could be seen faintly.

"There are five seconds left, continue to the next task...5-4-3-2-1..."

Just waiting for a moment, in a blink of an eye, Ji Qingming felt dizzy for a while, and her body was constantly rotating back and forth. When she was able to open her eyes, she felt dizzy again and felt nauseous and nauseous.

She closed her eyes, calmed her mood, and waited for a while before she opened her eyes. She was still suffocated in her heart, very uncomfortable.

The head was also dizzy, opened his eyes, looked around, this is the same antique room, still exuding a faint fragrance.

Ji Qingming swallowed a mouthful of water, and the inside of his throat seemed to have been scratched by a knife.

She closed her eyes and began to absorb the plot.

This is a story about Mary Su’s cultivating immortality. It’s extremely dogmatic. It is about Hua Manxue, a concubine of a family of cultivating immortals. She was found to be exceptionally talented in the spiritual roots of a sect and was directly selected. A great achievement has been made.

===This is an essay on cultivating immortals, um, it’s a book about female cultivating immortals that I have written before! But at that time, the male lead was very controversial. After the male lead was decided, many people went violently, so this time, I wrote about this according to another male lead~