She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 443 Little Clay Figurine

After a while, Qing Ye came back bouncing around, with a happy face.

"Mom, look~"

Qing Ye spread her fleshy palms, and there was a small clay figurine, judging by her attire, it was a woman, and she was holding an even smaller clay figurine in her hand.

He Miao looked carefully at the two little clay figurines with noses and eyes, squatted down with a smile and asked, "Is this Mother and Baby Qingye?"

Qing Ye's chubby cheeks immediately puffed up, her eyebrows flew up with joy, and said:

"Mother is so smart, it's Qing Ye and Mother~"

When several people returned to Bihai Pavilion, Qing Ye immediately called everyone.

"This is for uncle, this is for sister Ranran, this is for brother Zheng Wu"

Qing Ye joyfully distributes cute little clay figurines to everyone who has taken care of her.

He Miao was a little stunned for a moment, Qing Ye actually asked people to make so many little clay figurines.

The hearts of everyone who received the clay figurines were so soft-hearted, even Fan Ranran, who was always quite fierce towards Qing Ye, held the clay figurines, his brows were full of tenderness.

Now He Miao knows why everyone dotes on the lovely Qing Ye, she is so good at winning people's hearts.

Qing Ye carefully placed the little clay figurines of herself and her mother on the table, and then took out a small black clay figurine from her pocket and placed it beside her, still plausibly saying:
"I'll wait for my stepfather to give it to him next time~"

He Miao realized belatedly that there was no Zhuan Sunyuan among the little clay figurines Qing Ye bought.

It seems that Qing Ye still has a bit of resistance in her heart to this dear father who appeared for no reason.

Several people were chatting and laughing, listening to Qing Ye dancing and talking about interesting things he had encountered, a doorman came to report:

"Sect Master Qi, that Song sect master from Ximu Mountain came to pay a visit again~"

Speaking of this, the man looked at He Miao cautiously, and said, "Master Song said that he wants to see Elder He."

He Miao subconsciously frowned, from the word "again", it can be seen that it came more than once.

Yan Yi looked at He Miao and asked for her opinion.Bihai Pavilion has just gained a firm foothold in the world of cultivating immortals, making friends with various sects everywhere, so it is inconvenient to make enemies with Ximushan.

Therefore, every time this person came before, it was just a prevarication; the more so, the more frequently this person came.

There is a point where he vows not to give up if he doesn't see He Miao.

He Miao naturally also guessed the twists and turns, and nodded helplessly at the moment: "Let's go, I'll go and have a look."

After all, it belongs to her, and it's not good to push it to others.

"Mother, mother, I want to go too~" Qing Ye hugged mother's thigh coquettishly, unwilling to let go.

"Qing Ye is good, mother will come back as soon as she goes~"

He Miao kissed Qing Ye's cheek and coaxed her for a long time before leaving.

As soon as the mother left, Qing Ye fiddled with the little clay figurine on the table sullenly. It would be great if the mother could never be separated from her.

Everyone left one after another, only Qing Ye and Zhuan Sunyuan were left in the house.

Zhuan Sunyuan has always been a taciturn person, he didn't know how to open his mouth to talk to such a young child.

Ah Miao sneakily appeared at the door, her round eyes cautiously surveyed the room, wanting to see if He Miao was there.

Of course, the most important thing is to see if that little devil Qing Ye is not there.

With sharp eyes, Qing Ye immediately saw Ah Miao leaning against the door frame.

"Cat cat~"

Qing Ye's face turned from cloudy to clear, and she exclaimed happily, rushing towards Ah Miao without hesitation.

Seeing this, Ah Miao was so frightened that the hairs all over her body exploded, and she ran away.

It's better to hide obediently and be its own water unicorn.

However, due to running too fast, Qing Ye lost her footing, fell to the ground, kicked her foot, and even the whole table was overturned.

The incident happened suddenly, Zhuan Sunyuan only had time to pick up his daughter, and the little clay figurine on the table had already been overturned to the ground.

Qing Ye ignored the pain in his body, picked up the small clay figurine on the ground and saw that between the big clay figurine and the small clay figurine, the hand-holding part happened to be broken.

Seeing this, Qing Ye grinned and began to cry loudly, "I don't want to be separated from my mother...don't be separated..."

The cry was earth-shattering, and the teardrops flowed down like broken pearls. She wiped her tears with her fleshy little hands while crying.

"Qing Ye, look~"

This was the first time Zhuan Sunyuan called his daughter's name.

Qing Ye, who was crying, stopped in doubt, and through her fingers, she saw Dad's gentle eyes.

She let go, and what she saw were the severed parts of the two clay figurines, now holding hands, intact.

Qing Ye's choked sobs were stuck in her throat, she happily took the two clay figurines over, raised her watery eyes, and asked vaguely:
"Daddy, are you... a god... how can you... be so powerful..."

Zhuan Sunyuan's heart was so soft that he found a handkerchief to wipe off his daughter's weeping kitten's face, and then explained:

"It can be done with prosthetics."

"Prosthetics?"

Qing Ye heard this strange word, and there were big doubts in her little head.

She doesn't know if her father is a god or not, but she can be sure of one thing, her father is very powerful and treats her very well.

Thinking of this, Qing Ye felt a little guilty.

She groped hesitantly for a long time, took out a small clay figurine from her arms, and handed it to Zhuansun Yuan.

Zhuan Sunyuan looked at the clay figurine in white clothes, a flash of surprise flashed in his usually indifferent Danfeng eyes, and he asked softly:
"This is for me?"

Qing Ye nodded, lowered her head, her fan-like eyelashes were still stained with tears, she just muttered:
"Qingye is afraid that daddy will be lost. If daddy is lost, mother will go to look for daddy, so I don't want Qingye..."

Only then did Zhuan Sunyuan suddenly realize.

That's why she thought of hiding her father's clay figurine, so that her father might not lose it.

"No, Daddy will never lose it again."

Zhuan Sunyuan's eyes trembled slightly, as if something was flickering, he only hugged the little man tightly, and solemnly promised.

He would never leave them mother and daughter again.

Qing Ye is not used to being hugged by her father like this, twisted her body, struggled to pull out her arm, raised her little finger and said:
"Then hook me up~"

"it is good."

The little thumb and the slender fingers hooked together.

Qing Ye was so happy that she shook her head, and she was still muttering: "Pull the hook and hang yourself, and you can't change it for 100 years~~"

When He Miao came back, his face was a bit ugly.Just now Song Zishu babbled for a long time, and then he actually said that he wanted to pay homage to Bihai Pavilion again, under her name.

She endured it for a long time, and when she heard this, she finally couldn't take it anymore and walked away.

She will always remember the kindness of giving charcoal in the snow; if it is icing on the cake, then it is unnecessary.

"Mother~~"

As soon as Qing Ye saw her mother, she immediately trot over and opened her arms to hug her.

He Miao picked her up and noticed that Qing Ye's wrist was bruised and turned into a purple-blue bruise.

"This is?" He Miao looked at Zhuan Sunyuan suspiciously.

Instead, Qing Ye took the initiative to explain: "It was Qing Ye who went to catch the cat by himself and fell down~~It has nothing to do with Daddy~~"

He Miao helplessly supported his forehead, and told Zhuan Sunyuan who was beside him, "Go find some wound medicine."

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