Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

The Yun family prepared a courtyard in the city.
The courtyard is very elegantly decorated, but at this moment, no one cares about it.
Cang stayed in the yard.
He asked Yun Qingyu to help him get a batch of ordinary wood, and then he sat there, holding an ordinary knife to carve.
This is his interest.
Whether it is a puppet or a windmill, he quietly carves these small objects little by little.
After Fang Mingjing played with him for a while, he suddenly handed him a completed puzzle.
Cang was surprised.
After he took it, Fang Mingjing seemed to be able to feel a question mark in his mind before he spoke.
Because the pattern on the puzzle is a Gundam.
Something he had never seen before made Cang fall into silence. He moved his wooden arms and made a clicking sound, propping his chin to think.
“It looks a little nice, but I don’t know what it is.” He said the truth.
“Can this be carved?”
“It can only be sculpted.”
“Is that so…”
The little saint nodded.
The things that Elder Cang made are powerful. For example, the windmill he gave to Fang Mingjing before, if it is blown, it will wind, and if the rattle is shaken, it will thunder and rain.
But it’s definitely not possible to make a Gundam…
Fang Mingjing looked at it for a while and then ran away.
Yu Qingyue and Gu Shiyun sat opposite each other under the moon. There was a pot of wine on the table, some pastries and snacks.
These things were prepared by the Yun family.
In addition, the Yun family also sent a number of maids, but Yu Qingyue sent them all away.
Because it is not necessary.
They will rest here for one night at most, and leave early tomorrow morning.
“It doesn’t feel lively here at all, it’s not interesting at all”.
Fang Mingjing ran over and took a piece of cake.
“It’s better to be boring, otherwise it’s going to be so lively that you’ll be uncomfortable.” Gu Shiyun was about to hug him.
“That’s right.”
After all, from the Yun family’s point of view, they are simply looking for trouble, so it is conceivable that the Yun family feels aggrieved.
“Actually, the tributes from these nine families are considered as protection fees for the Holy Land, so the Holy Land allows them to make a fortune on this continent.”
A graceful smile appeared on Yu Qingyue’s charming face. She drank the wine in the glass, and the faint blushing that followed was particularly moving.
“Although they are sometimes rebellious, they are always under control, otherwise the Holy Land would have torn them down and replaced them with a new batch.”
“Huh?” Little Saint Son felt as if he had heard something extraordinary.
“Tens of thousands of years ago, the nine factions were stipulated that they would pay tribute to the Holy Land every 30 years, but I don’t know when this tribute has become necessary for the Holy Land to ask for it… But this is also a way of allowing the Holy Land to step on. Because of the opportunity for the nine families to gain prestige, I let the rules become what they are now.”
“Is that so? What if the Holy Land accidentally rolls over?”
“Then flip the poker table.”
The person who answered was Cang.
He is still obsessed with sculpture, but this does not prevent him from paying attention to this topic:
“But it’s not very good to flip the card table in person, so we should wait for a while and find an excuse to deal with the one that caused the situation.”
“…”
Is it so scary?
However, the nine houses have not changed for tens of thousands of years, and it is clear that the Holy Land has never overturned.
The little saint took a bite of the cake.
But he just ate half of it, then put it into his sleeve and let the evil god taste it.
… The evil god seems to like to stay with him now.
Fang Mingjing also finds this very interesting. Although he is a little afraid of snakes, the only exception is the evil god.
Gu Shiyun gently tipped him.
Fang Mingjing felt very comfortable.
He made a coquettish voice, turned around and fell into the arms of the beautiful woman Wenxiang, causing Gu Shiyun to let out a warm chuckle.
Looking at this scene, Yu Qingyue realized that the little saint was very well-behaved when he was with his aunt, but when he was here, he was very skinny.
“Is the mirror going to take a break in the room?”
“.〃Hmm~”
“Then just tell Elder Yu and Elder Cang.”
“I know~”
After that, Fang Mingjing and Gu Shiyun entered the room.
The evil god also came out of his sleeve, and she herself has a room next door.
Gu Shiyun took him to the edge of the bed and sat down.
The room was quiet.
It was so quiet that people’s voice became softer unconsciously.
“Is Jing’er very hungry already?”
The beautiful woman’s voice was very gentle.
What she is wearing today is a close-fitting cyan long skirt, which sets off her exquisite and plump figure. Her face without makeup is extremely beautiful, her red lips are lustrous, and she has a warm and gentle expression, and she is dignified in her elegance.
“Um……When I was outside the city just now, I always wanted to talk to my aunt. ”
The beautiful (promised) woman was gently stroking his hair.
After hearing this, Su’s hand, which was placed behind his head, could not help but gently bring him into his arms.
The little guy himself knows how to untie it.
“good……”
“Jian’er don’t have to be in such a hurry.”
“Take your time, auntie can’t run.”
“What a lovely child…”
The beautiful woman could not help coaxing him with a gentle voice.
At this moment, her mature and beautiful face was flushed with a faint blush, her eyelids were slightly drooping, and her long eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly with joy.
During the whole process, Gu Shiyun stared at him with gentle eyes, and patted the back of the child in her arms with her slender hands. Seeing that he was a little anxious, she couldn’t help straightening her slender waist and moving forward to make it easier for him to eat. purchase.