Yang Xinyi is not stupid, on the contrary, she is very smart.

A while ago, when Ye Xiong was devoted to practicing Tianlei Fist, she felt that Ye Xiong was different from before.

His mind was completely focused on martial arts, and he gradually lost interest in money, women, and all kinds of fun.

On the surface, he is still the same as before, treating himself very well. He coaxes himself when he is unhappy, and stays with him when he is lonely. He takes time to accompany him every time he comes back from a business trip.

However, his heart was gone.

It’s not that he doesn’t love himself, but that he discovered another sky, a sky that allows him to let his dreams fly.

In this world, the most unstoppable thing is the human heart. If you force yourself to keep him by your side, maybe out of love for yourself, he may stay, but his heart will not be truly happy.

Yang Xinyi raised a bird when she was a child, and that bird was very gentle. There was a small bamboo forest planted in her yard, which became a paradise for this bird. It jumped around the bamboo every day and had a lot of fun.

Yang Xinyi never kept it, nor did the birds stay away.

Until one day, she took it to the mountains impulse, and the bird never came back.

One day, the bird finally came back. It was so hungry that it could not find food and had no choice but to come back.

Yang Xinyi couldn't bear to leave it, so she grabbed it while feeding it and locked it up.

A few days later, the bird died of depression.

This is true for birds, let alone people?

From the moment Ye Xiong came into contact with ancient martial arts, from when he helped him put out a few TV series, left her to watch TV, and went to practice martial arts by himself, she knew that he had found another sky like that bird.

She could no longer hold him back. Since that's the case, why bother to force him?

I just hope that when he is sleepy and tired, he will come back to this house and treat it as his harbor. That is enough.

Yang Xinyi touched her stomach and said quietly: "Little baby, even if he was not around when you were born, I will let you know that you have a very amazing father."

Ye Xiong took the water and ran to Yang Xinyi and helped her turn the water bottle open.

"Wife, give it."

Yang Xinyi took it and took a sip.

"What's wrong with you? Your eyes are red?" Ye Xiong asked strangely.

"Just the wind was strong just now, I blew some sand into my eyes, and I rubbed it for a while." Yang Xinyi explained.

"Let's take a look." Ye Xiong was about to open her eyelids.

"Don't, many people are watching." Yang Xinyi quickly pushed him away and said, "It's really okay, it'll be fine in a while."

"Let's go for a walk, and walk more when you're pregnant."

Ye Xiong accompanied Yang Xinyi for the whole morning. At noon, Yang Xinyi started taking a nap after dinner.

Ye Xiong walked to the room next door, sat cross-legged on the bed, and used the internal power of Tianlongxuan for a week.

After a period of cultivation and fighting, his strength has been stabilized at the third level of internal strength, plus the three ancient martial arts of Xiaoyao Palm, Tianlei Fist and Nine Palaces. Now his strength can be rampant in the mortal world.

In another ten days, the selected young masters will participate in the competition of the top ten ancient martial arts sects. At that time, you will definitely meet many masters who are not in the mortal world, and you don’t know if you are between them.

What a gap.

Ye Xiong's blood boiled, and he was bleeding from the soldiers. When he entered the army, he could break out from hundreds of thousands of soldiers and become a special force. Finally, he entered the Dragon Group, which was the most important thing.

A young master, all this came from him.

Now, he discovered another sky, and he believed that sooner or later, he would stand at the peak of ancient martial arts.

After practicing his martial arts for a while, Ye Xiong took out the dagger given by Busha.

There were many strange words engraved on the dagger. At first he thought it was ancient words from Huaxia, but he asked an expert yesterday and found that these were not ancient words from Huaxia at all.

He thought it was written by other ancient countries, but the expert said that the dagger was from the Ming Dynasty. He also found a picture of a dagger, exactly the same as Ye Xiong's dagger, except for the strange words on the dagger.

What kind of text is this?

Ye Xiong touched the simple and strange words on the dagger, and felt it, as if he could feel a strange force. What kind of power was, he couldn't feel it for a moment.

He tried to inject his true energy into the dagger, but he did not react at all.

When injecting true energy into the Lengmo dagger, you can still sense powerful power. This dagger is even more extraordinary than the Lengmo dagger. But when you pour the true energy into it, you have no reaction at all.

Ye Xiong studied for half an hour, but still couldn't figure it out. He was so angry that he almost touched it with cold ink to see if there was something inside, but in the end he gave up.

In the afternoon, Ye Xiong went to buy vegetables, took Tang Ning back from the school, went to the kitchen himself, and made a delicious dinner for them.

"My cousin, Aunt Zhao's dishes are already very good. I didn't expect you to cook better than her. After eating the dishes you cook, I'm afraid I can't even eat the dishes cooked by Aunt Zhao." Tang Ning said bitterly

Face.

"Young master is so amazing. No first-class chef is better than you." Aunt Zhao said in admiration.

"Aunt Zhao was joking, you cooked it very well," Ye Xiong said humbly.

After dinner, I accompanied my wife for a walk and shopping, and the day passed.

At night, when she returned to her room, Yang Xinyi suddenly became nervous.

Ye Xiong hadn't been intimate with his wife for a long time. He walked over and wanted to hug her and kiss her. Yang Xinyi was so scared that she ran away like a little rabbit.

"We can't have sex within three months." Yang Xinyi touched her belly and said seriously: "It will be injured."

"It's just a kiss." Ye Xiong couldn't help laughing when he saw her nervous look. "I haven't seen you for so long, it's normal to hug your wife. Don't worry, I know."

"Will you feel uncomfortable?" Yang Xinyi asked.

As a wife, she felt guilty in her heart when she was unable to fulfill her obligations.

"There is nothing to do if you hold it in!" Ye Xiong said deliberately.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Yang Xinyi's face suddenly burned violently and her head lowered.

A female president, beautiful and cold, never said such an embarrassing thing.

If it weren't for three months that were too long and she was afraid that he would go out and do whatever he wanted, she wouldn't bother to pay attention to him.

"How to help?" Ye Xiong asked knowingly.

"Is it still pretending to be right? Ignore you?"

Yang Xinyi snorted and ran up to sleep and ignored him.

Ye Xiong followed him into the quilt, hugged his familiar body, and smelled the familiar smell, and they hugged each other and fell asleep.

Time flies very quickly, and a week passes in a blink of an eye.

For a while, Ye Xiong has been with his wife every day, practicing martial arts in his spare time, and it is rare to live a quiet life.

As the days of sect selection are getting closer and closer, his heart is getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, it’s time to part.
Chapter completed!