The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 1400 You really look alike
Under the night sky, Wu Jiang was locked by Ye Qing. This noble and glamorous woman seemed to have lost her self-control at this moment.She just looked at Wu Jiang, wanting to ask for an answer she had already guessed.

At this moment, there are no more flying flowers in the sky, and the moon is as bright as day.

From a distance, Su Pingting and the others were also looking at this scene in amazement. Even as the chief disciple, it was the first time she saw Master showing such an expression.

But this is not the key point, the key point is that what the master said at this moment is so appalling.

Brother Xiao?

As we all know, Ye Qing will only use such an affectionate address for one person.

Ye Xiao, the former head of the Wu Clan.

The person who led the reform of the Wu Clan and caught up with the Spirit Clan step by step.He is the role model in the minds of all Wu people, and the real goal to pursue.

But to this day, this goal is still like a mountain, even if it is stronger than the four priests, I don't think I have surpassed him.

But it is such a myth that has become the premise for questioning Wu Jiang.

Wu Jiang, is the child of Ye Xiao patriarch?
Questions bloomed in the hearts of countless juniors of the Wu clan. Such a horrified expression was no different from Mo Zhao who was sitting on the roof and watching everything quietly.

Even the old man who stayed beside him raised his head in surprise and looked at Ye Qing in the distance.

No one can see clearly, the flash of clarity in his eyes.He understood something that he had never been able to understand before.

At the same time, Wu Jiang, who was the focus of everyone's attention, was not happy.Her bright eyes darkened slightly, and her snow-like delicate face turned pale for a moment.

Even when she recognized her from Ye Qing, she knew that she couldn't hide her identity.But she never thought that Ye Qing would speak up in public without even knowing it.

What, does she want to tell everyone about it?
Just when she was in a dilemma and didn't know whether to deny or admit it, the young man beside her nodded slightly to her.His phoenix eyes were deep and quiet, which made her feel at ease.

"Is it really possible?"

She asked.

Mo Linyuan smiled at her and nodded again.Because he knows that things will come to this point after all.And all of this was within the expectation of him and the stubborn old man.

"Ok."

Taking a deep breath, Wu Jiang finally looked at Ye Qing solemnly, and said calmly:

"It should be, but I haven't seen my parents since I was a child, and I don't know the specific authenticity."

Her answer was ambiguous, but Ye Qing and everyone in the Wu Clan understood that if they didn't say no, it was called yes.As for Wu Jiang, the young patriarch of the Spirit Clan, it seems impossible for her to just open her mouth and admit that her father is a Wu Clan.

Looking fixedly at Wu Jiang, Ye Qing's eyes seemed to be fixed on Wu Jiang, and he couldn't move away no matter what.

In fact, for the girl in front of her, her mood was complicated.She hoped that her conjecture was true, but also hoped that it was not true.

Because she didn't want to accept that Brother Xiao liked others, but she hoped that he could leave something in the world.At least, it can make her miss a thing or two.

"You guys are really alike."

After staying for a long time, she finally looked up at the bright moon, and a drop of clear tears passed away like a shooting star.The sentence is very similar, and it seems to summarize all the memories of that person in her mind.

Young and happy, hang around in every possible way.

Now, everything is like a floating cloud, and there is no way to find it.

Maybe, this is what you can't ask for, and you can't let go.

On the opposite side, Wu Jiang was also staring at Ye Qing. For a moment, she felt that Ye Qing was a poor woman.She is enshrined by the Wu Clan and is the most favorable successor to the patriarch.

Even among their spirit clan, they are well-known.

But such a strange woman is always trapped in the quagmire of regret, unable to extricate herself.

(End of this chapter)