I Have a Golden Crow

Chapter 976 - 628: Miserable Qingqing (Part 3)

It seems the disciple has taken good care of the Dust Spirit Deer clan.Otherwise, it would be hard to gain such recognition.

"Master Qing." As the Immortal Deer descended, Du Yu dismounted and walked to the edge of the light green skirt.

He dared not go any further, afraid of stepping on the dress.

Yang Qingqing noticed her disciple’s awkwardness and slowly stood up.

The light green dress receded, supported by the woman’s tall figure.

"How is it, Master Qing?" Du Yu asked concernedly, "Is the Rose Emperor Spirit okay?"

"Yes." Yang Qingqing nodded gently.

Judging by her expression, the reshaping process of the Rose Emperor Spirit was going smoothly.

Suddenly, Little Fen Yang floated out: "Huahua is working hard~"

"That’s good." Du Yu handed over the food.

"Stupid Du Yu." Little Fen Yang’s face suddenly changed, she pouted unhappily at Du Yu.

"What’s wrong?"

Little Fen Yang looked aggrieved, pouting: "You don’t miss me, you don’t come to see me."

Du Yu: "..."

"I’m ignoring you." Little Fen Yang turned and flew into Yang Qingqing’s arms.

"Hey, don’t!" Du Yu stepped forward, "I was worried about disturbing you and Master Qing."

Yang Qingqing reached out, picked up a Firethorn Fruit from Du Yu’s arms, and took a gentle bite near her lips.

The sour juice touched her tongue, quickly conquering her taste buds.

Yang Qingqing, who originally had a faint smile, now had a somewhat stiff expression.

Du Yu tilted his head slightly, looking curiously at Master Qing eating the fruit.

"Hiss..." Yang Qingqing slightly parted her thin lips, took a shallow breath, and her expression gradually returned to normal.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Du Yu.

What are you doing, laughing at me?

Du Yu threw a bunch of dried fruit toward the Dixiu Tree, and the little guy quickly extended its branch to catch the sealed paper bag.

Poor Dixiu Tree,

Already sensible at such a young age.

Du Yu opened the Maple Syrup Jar, turned around, and reached out to the Fast Emperor’s white antlers, plucking a piece of white petal.

Fast Emperor: ???

Du Yu rolled up the petal, reached into the jar, and scooped up a spoonful of maple syrup.

Fast Emperor: "..."

You’re so clear; you’re 1080!

You give your master maple syrup, and you use my deer antler flower as a spoon!

"Wait a moment, Master Qing." Seeing Yang Qingqing about to eat the remaining half of the Firethorn Fruit, Du Yu quickly went up to stop her.

He spread the maple syrup scooped in a petal onto the fruit: "Little Fen Yang likes to eat it this way."

Yang Qingqing: "..."

Du Yu looked innocent and blinked seriously: "Really!"

Little Fen Yang: "Yes, yes! It’s delicious! Maple syrup~ Aunt Qingqing, I want to eat~"

Yang Qingqing looked at the half fruit in her hand, the enticing Firethorn Fruit smeared with crystal-thick maple syrup.

The scene was very tempting and confusing.

Unconsciously, she stuck out her tongue and licked her thin lips.

Yang Qingqing wasn’t greedy, and such small actions would hardly appear on her.

Because she knew well what she was about to experience.

Little Fen Yang whined: "Aunt Qingqing?"

"Mm." Yang Qingqing picked up the remaining half of the Firethorn Fruit and slowly put it in her mouth.

In just a moment, Yang Qingqing’s expression changed.

The dignified demeanor under her high-cold appearance was no longer calm.

Her eyebrows knitted slightly, and she lowered her head, burying her face a little.

"Tsk." Du Yu grimaced.

The Firethorn Fruit with maple syrup was eaten by Master Qing but tasted sour and bitter in Du Yu’s heart.

Because he had a "stress response."

Without needing to eat, Du Yu’s taste buds were already turning bitter, and his stomach was starting to churn with acid reflux.

Poor Master Qing, really having a hard time~

"Mmm!" Little Fen Yang was satisfied, "Delicious, delicious~"

Yang Qingqing extended a slender finger, wiped the maple syrup staining her lips, and said softly: "As long as you like it."

Little Fen Yang nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice: "Uh-huh, I love Aunt Qingqing the most!"

Yang Qingqing looked up at Du Yu, her eyes smiling yet not smiling.

Du Yu only felt a tingling scalp and whispered: "It’s all for Little Fen Yang’s sake! If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it well."

Solemn and righteous!

How could Yang Qingqing not know the thoughts of a certain mischievous disciple?

She picked up another Firethorn Fruit and said softly: "You’ve grown bold."

"No, no." Du Yu shook his head repeatedly, hastily changing the subject, "Would Master Qing like to take a walk to the Red Bamboo Courtyard with me? The Fire Demon Breath is plentiful there too."

Yang Qingqing wiped the maple syrup off her fingertips onto the Firethorn Fruit and took a gentle bite.

Good grief~

Du Yu was ashamed of himself!

In a short time, at most, he could only eat one sugar-coated fruit and consider himself fortunate if he didn’t spit it out.

This woman...she’s really tough!

Of course, being tough doesn’t mean escaping the suffering.

Yang Qingqing closed her eyes, chewing the juicy fruit pulp, and sighed deeply.

It was only after she finished the fruit that she spoke: "I don’t need to unwind, everything is for the Emperor Spirit. Besides, it’s good and quiet here."

"Okay, Master Qing." Du Yu handed the Maple Syrup Jar to the Dixiu Tree.

Yang Qingqing suddenly asked: "Have you been to the Thunder Pool?"

Du Yu watched her naturally lowered hand; he turned, reached out, and plucked another white petal.

"Snap~"

Fast Emperor: "..."

A deer antler flower only has five petals in total!

Let’s say, wouldn’t it be better if you just plucked the whole thing?

"I have." Du Yu replied softly.

"Oh?" Yang Qingqing originally planned for her disciple to take a look, to get some enlightenment and prepare in advance.

Unexpectedly, upon arriving at Bamboo Grove, Du Yu had already visited the Bamboo Shadow Thunder Pool.

Du Yu picked up Master Qing’s wrist and carefully wiped her fair jade fingers stained with syrup with the petal.

Feeling the disciple’s careful actions, Yang Qingqing’s gaze softened a bit: "How was it?"

And under Yang Qingqing’s slightly surprised gaze, Du Yu rolled up the syrup-stained petal and popped it into his mouth.

Though rough, Du Yu still grimaced with bitterness.

Yang Qingqing: "What are you doing?"

Slightly apologize, I’m not afraid you’ll make me kneel, am I?

Just now, my reckless actions were a bit bold...

Du Yu was stubborn: "Mainly it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten it, I kind of miss it."

Yang Qingqing quietly turned her head, looking at the maple syrup jar coiled on the Dixiu Branch.

Seeing the situation was not right, Du Yu quickly flipped his palm: "Goodbye, Master Qing, contact me anytime! Little Fen Yang, I’m leaving!"

Little Fen Yang mumbled: "Stupid Du Yu."

"Whew~" Both man and deer vanished without a trace.

As Du Yu fled, Yang Qingqing hummed softly.

She slowly sat down on the ground,

The beautiful dress spreading out once more.

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