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C2149

Honestly speaking, no one in this world wanted to live in a life that was planned for them by others. Ye Qian was no exception. Right now, Ye Qian wasn't actually thinking about whether he should face the Devil Ancestor Rahu or not. It was a kind of natural resistance that was formed in the depths of his heart.

This feeling was actually easier to understand.

Ye Qian's teacher, the aloof Daofather, acted like he was a parent. He planned all of Ye Qian's life and didn't want to follow such a plan. Therefore, he naturally formed a rebellious mood.

This kind of feeling had nothing to do with the matter itself, it was only related to the state of mind between the two of them.

The clamor for an entire night had to return to peace in the end, as was the case for the brainstorm over Sky City.

That night, Ye Qian hid in his room alone after the liquor was gone. No one disturbed him, and no one sneaked into his room to do something they loved to do.

In short, the night was relatively peaceful, without any ripples.

When the blazing sun rose up from the east once again and the fragrance of flowers came through the Sky City window once more, a brand-new day had begun.

Wearing a pure white robe, Ye Qian pushed open his door and stretched. He then subconsciously turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you home so quiet?"

Seemingly, he was already accustomed to the daily hustle and bustle of Sky City, and was somewhat unaccustomed to the momentary quietness.

The moment Ye Qian walked out of the room, Liu Nanrong was already standing at the door with a smile on his face.

"Teacher, the several mistresses left early in the morning. However, they left a note for you which was pasted on your door."

Liu Nanrong's words caused Ye Qian to be stunned. He looked back and stared at his own door. Ye Qian had indeed seen all kinds of colorful notes. However, these notes were completely blank. It was obvious that Fang Xuewu and the others were afraid that someone else would see through them, so they set up an illusion in the paper.

"Oh right, teacher, breakfast has been prepared for you. It's in the dining hall downstairs."

After giving another instruction, Liu Nanrong slowly retreated and left Ye Qian's line of sight.

Actually, speaking of the meeting between Liu Nanrong and Ye Qian, it was just a strange coincidence. Even Ye Qian himself didn't expect that the God of Cooking, who had previously worked at the capital Building, would actually stay here with his Sky City and call him teacher.

At first, he was not used to this Master Chef Ye Qian, but now, he was used to it. It was as if the existence of a God of Cooking like Liu Nanrong made this immortal-like Sky City more like a home for eating food.

"This Old Liu fellow …"

Looking at Liu Nanrong's slowly leaving back, Ye Qian just smiled in a carefree manner and didn't say anything else.

Ye Qian turned his head and tore off all the colorful notes on his door. As he walked towards the restaurant, he smiled to himself and said, "These little girls are too ingenious. I only asked them to give me some advice, but they actually played with something like writing notes. However, this is not bad at all. It does have a bit of an emotional tone. "

He went downstairs and sat at the table, facing a table full of breakfast. Ye Qian's attention was focused on those notes at the moment.

Ye Qian scooped up a piece of the warm and mellow rice porridge from a stack of notes. Then, he tapped lightly on the paper with his finger and a stream of light bloomed.

Immediately after, a line of tiny kicks appeared on the red envelope.

"This is Ke Xin's …"

Chuckling lightly, Ye Qian scanned through the words on the letter: "Floating, originally I didn't want to express my thoughts and opinions in such a way, but Big Sister Ruli and the others insisted that I could keep it mysterious and give you a pleasant surprise, so I had no choice but to do as I said." At first I thought the story you told me last night was absurd. However, if one thought about it carefully, it was not impossible. I think that for the sake of all living things in the Nine Realms, you should follow Daofather's words. After all, this matter is of great importance. Of course, that's just my point of view, just for reference.

"This little girl is full of righteousness."

While smiling, Ye Qian took out another letter. The letter was written by Lan Caier.

Compared to Er Ni’er's opinion, Lan Caier's line was much simpler. It only had one sentence written on it: "Floating, as long as you are happy. No matter what decision you make, I will support you."

Obviously, Lan Caier did not have Er Ni’er's sense of justice, nor did she have the sense of duty towards all living things in the Nine Realms. Her thoughts were very simple. As long as Ye Qian was happy, she would be happy.

Then, Ye Qian picked up Nangong Miaomiao's letter.

Nangong Miaomiao's letter was even more outrageous than Lan Caier's. It only had a big pig head written on it along with a row of beautiful small characters underneath: "Pig head, don't worry about others. Maybe Devil Zu Luo Rahu is already dead." Of course, even if he didn't die, you could still treat him as dead, hahaha.0

Looking at Nangong Miaomiao's letter, Ye Qian almost spat out the congee in his mouth. An inexplicable sense of joy suddenly filled Ye Qian's heart, making him feel like he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Actually, it was also a kind of necessity for such a thing to happen. After all, Twelve-flower Owners and personality were different, and the way they expressed their feelings was also very different.

Sitting at the dining table, Ye Qian read the letters one by one. Although these letters couldn't help Ye Qian solve his problems, it brought him a different kind of happiness and fulfillment. The power that came from the bottom of his heart was something that ordinary people couldn't understand.

Of course, Ye Qian was impressed by some of these words.

Take Ye Qingxuan's letter for example. Her words were very long, as if it was really a letter written at home.

The things described in Ye Qingxuan's letter were all random things, such as how she and Ye Qian were when they were young, and what idiotic things Ye Qian did when he was still a fool.

In the end, the only thing Ye Qingxuan left behind under this short letter was this: Big Brother, in fact, no one can control your life. All the decisions you make are your own choice, so don't worry about those illusory things. When difficulties come, we can face them together. If, fortunately, he doesn't, then we can live our lives well, live in the present, live each day well, be real ourselves, that's all.

Looking at this incomparably long letter, Ye Qian was filled with emotion. After staring at the letter for a long time, Ye Qian could not help but mutter, "Living in the present, living in the present." Staring at the letter for a long time, Ye Qian could not help murmuring, "Living in the present, living in the present.

Just as Ye Qian was feeling ashamed of his inferiority complex, a row of small words and a cute expression suddenly jumped out from under the large letter.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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