I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

And that line was so awkward, you want me to shout Don Quixote too?

I would never say a line like that in my entire life!

Xing tilted her head, seriously considered the protest on March 7th, and then proposed:

"Then you can ride on my shoulders. Not only are you shorter than me, but I'm also stronger than you. I can easily carry you around."

Then you shout your lines, and I'll shout "Charge!" for you.

March 7th took a deep breath, buried his face in his hands, and let out a muffled wail.

She shouldn't have started this conversation with Xing, discussing things like whether he's handsome or not, or whether he takes care of kids.

In the end, they all end up being put on the leash as knights or warhorses.

She looked up and couldn't help but reminisce:

"I'm starting to miss Danheng."

At least when Danheng was around, we could complain about those two guys together.

Now that Danheng is gone, I'm bearing the brunt of the mental attacks from both sides.

Xing didn't hear March 7's wailing at all.

Her attention had been completely drawn to the cavalry company of master and apprentice in front of her.

Kagami is riding on Kiyo's neck.

He grabbed his hair with both hands as a rein, shouting, "Charge! My warhorse, charge!"

As Qi Ye carried her, he ran while shouting:

"Don Quixote's Cavalry! Make way! Windmill ahead! Let's fight three hundred rounds!"

As the two rushed past a pancake stall, the uncle who had just reported Qi Ye looked up and realized it was a regular customer.

He silently pulled his daughter further behind him, then continued kneading the dough.

I've probably given up trying to understand the behavior of this group of people.

March 7th took her hand off her face and looked at Xing's eager expression.

He glanced again at the master and apprentice charging ahead, and finally gave up struggling and spoke:

"Fine, I won't argue with you anymore. If you think he's handsome, then he's handsome."

However, riding on someone's neck is out of the question. You can wait until you get back and discuss it with Qiye, and ask him to be your warhorse for once.

Since he's already taken on a loli master, he probably wouldn't refuse to take on one more.

Xing nodded seriously:

"Good idea. He's in good shape, he should be able to handle it."

"I can be the left-wing knight, and his master the right-wing; the Don Quixote cavalry company will then be officially expanded."

March 7th remained silent for a long while, then muttered to himself in despair:

"Danheng, where are you? I need a normal person to vent to."

……

Just as Qi Ye was getting into the swing of things, carrying Jing Liu, he suddenly stopped.

A white-haired girl stood on the street corner, clutching a skewer of pheasant that she had just finished eating.

A familiar, composed smile graced that exquisitely beautiful face.

But at that moment, the man's eyes were fixed on the white-haired little girl riding on Qiye's neck.

Jingyuan, wasn't she interrogating Kafka at the Tabushi Temple?

Why are you on Changle Street?

Oh right, the interrogation can be left to Fu Xuan; this general can also sneak out to play.

Qi Ye's mind raced as she considered the current situation:

Jing Yuan appeared on Chang Le Street, holding a skewer of grilled meat, clearly having sneaked out for a stroll.

She was staring at the mirror on his neck, and the mirror on his neck was staring back at her.

One is the Luo Fu general who has become a beautiful girl, and the other is the former Luo Fu sword master who has become a little girl.

The master and apprentice looked at each other across a food street.

Chapter 113 Jingyuan's daughter?

Looking at the familiar child, Jing Yuan finally couldn't resist and started walking towards him.

She stopped in front of Qiye, her gaze lingering on Jingliu's face for a while, before speaking casually:

"Lord Qiye, what a coincidence, we meet again."

I wonder who this little child is?

I just saw you charging through the streets from afar; you looked quite impressive.

Qi Ye felt Jing Liu's fingers tighten a little as he grabbed his hair.

He coughed lightly and answered naturally:

"This is my master. Isn't he adorable?"

As he spoke, he reached out and pinched Jingliu's chubby cheeks as he rode on his neck.

My fingers sank into the soft flesh, pinching that little face until it was slightly deformed.

"Don't pinch my cheeks."

Jingliu slapped his hand away with her two small hands, rubbed her cheeks which had been pinched red, and glared down at Qiye.

Then he turned to look at the white-haired girl in front of him, a look of confusion on his face.

"And who are you? You look so much like someone I know. Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Jingyuan watched as Qiye rubbed the little girl's face and clapped her hands.

Her delicate little face was pinched until it crumpled up, and her two little hands patted it desperately, but to no avail.

In the end, all he could do was rub his face and sulk.

At that moment, the faint doubt in her heart completely vanished.

It can't be Master. Who is Master?

That's the former Sword Master of Luofu. If anyone dares to pinch my master's face like that...

Master probably already cleaved that person in two with one sword strike, how could he have just slapped his hand away and that was it?

It seems I've become too sentimental since I've taken this form; seeing a little girl with white hair makes me think she looks like my master.

Qi Ye noticed that Jing Yuan's expression changed from doubt to relief, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He took the opportunity to pat Jingliu's leg, and with a look of sharing a secret on his face, he began:

"Master, Master, I'll tell you who she is!"

This girl is General Jingyuan's illegitimate daughter! Surprised? Unexpected, right?

Jingliu's eyes widened.

She looked down at the white-haired girl in front of her, then looked up at Qi Ye.

She looked down at Jing Yuan again, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She opened her mouth, her childish voice carrying a shock that shattered her understanding:

"What? Jing Yuan actually got married and had a child?"

When did he get married? And to whom? How come I didn't know?

The more she talked about it, the more unbelievable it seemed to her.

The little hand unconsciously tightened its grip on Qi Ye's hair, causing Qi Ye to wince in pain.

"I thought Jingyuan would live a lonely life forever."

The worldview of Mirror Stream is being rebuilt.

She took a closer look at the white-haired girl in front of her, and the more she looked, the more she felt that she really did look like her.

That temperament, those eyebrows and eyes, that lazy smile—it's practically a carbon copy of Jing Yuan.

She had never heard of Jingyuan having a younger sister before, so the only explanation was that he had a daughter.

"I wonder who took a liking to Jingyuan, and how they could actually win his heart."

That girl must be amazing!

She looked at Jing Yuan, trying to appear mature but unable to hide her gossipy nature, and asked:

"What does your mother look like? Is she very powerful?"

Anyone who can handle Jingyuan must be no ordinary person.

Are they from the Cloud Cavalry? Or from some other immortal vessel?

Jing Yuan's composed smile froze for a moment.

She raised her hand, coughed lightly, and gave Qiye a polite but clearly warning smile, saying:

"Your Excellency Qiye, it's best to avoid discussing such unfounded rumors."

The label of "illegitimate daughter" could easily sow discord within the army if it got out.

Qiye immediately raised her hands in surrender, and in doing so, freed her hair from Jingliu's grasp:

"I know, I know, I will never say it again, I will never say it again."

I'm a very trustworthy person; once I say something, it's as good as water spilled on the ground.

"You can't take it back, but you can pretend you never spilled it."

Jing Yuan glanced at him, his eyes saying, "I don't believe you."

She turned her gaze back to the white-haired little girl riding on Qiye's neck and remained silent for a while.

Then she tentatively spoke:

"I really can't say much about my identity."

But young lady, you said you recognized me. Do you know General Jingyuan?

The way you look at him suggests this isn't the first time you've met him.

Jingliu choked for a moment when asked the question, and unconsciously twisted Qiye's hair with his two small hands on his head.

She can't exactly say, "I am your master, but I've shrunk."

As she was trying to figure out how to brush it off, Qi Ye spoke up for her.

"That's because my master's mother talks to her about General Jingyuan every day!"

She grew up listening to stories about General Jingyuan, and her memory of his heroic figure was legendary.

That's why I feel a sense of familiarity when I see you.

"Isn't that right, Master?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head back and winked at the mirror.

Jingliu immediately nodded vigorously, echoing in a childish voice:

"Yes, yes, this is it, this is it."

It was all told to me by my mother; she told me about General Jingyuan.

That's why you look so familiar to me.

Jing Yuan nodded thoughtfully, seemingly accepting the explanation reluctantly.

But she always felt that something was off; this little girl's demeanor was different from that of children from ordinary families.

Looking into Jingliu's eyes, that feeling resurfaced.