"Virtue."
Ye Qingli gave him a white look.
This guy really doesn't understand the atmosphere at all.
No matter what kind of scene, he can take all the time to show affection.
The two continued to walk forward slowly.
Then they found another room.
This is a stone house without any arrangement.
Cold waves kept coming.
Ye Qingli couldn't help but fight a cold war.
She always felt that the wind here was grim, the wind blowing like a knife, cold and biting.
"What is this place?"
Seeing Jun Aohan's face dignified, she felt that he seemed to guess something.
"If I guessed right, this should be a penitentiary room."
Jun Aohan said lightly.
"What is the ascetic room?"
"It is some former warriors. They specially created a training environment to improve their cultivation behavior. Here, both gravity and strength are ten times stronger than the outside world. The same cultivation process is also ten times painful, but, The speed of cultivation will also be faster! "
"If you are not someone with great perseverance, you can't stick to this level!"
"You mean your father had practiced here in the past?"
"If I guess right, it should be ..."
"Huh, what is this?"
Ye Qingli suddenly saw that there was a lot of messy handwriting in the corner, and she hurried to watch.
"It seems, really your father!"
"But, these words ..."
Ye Qingli suddenly felt cold in her heart.
She had just erased those words. At this time, Jun Aohan had come to her silently.
"It's okay, I can stand it."
However, after seeing those messy words, his face suddenly changed!
These words were written by Jun Aohan ’s father, who was too painful to bear the environment here, and wrote them when the consciousness was confusing, so the order of the words was reversed, and it was not a system.
But the basic meaning is understandable at a glance.
The previous is a description of how terrible and painful it is, and what kind of torture he experienced before he cultivated his skills.
These are nothing.
What surprised Ye Qingli most was the following sentence.
"After three years of marriage, she was the wife my Ming media was marrying, but she still refused to let me touch her!"
Jun Aohan's complexion was so gloomy now that it was going to rain.
Ye Qingli did not expect that such a terrifying big secret, so unexpectedly, hit him in front!
Who else can be referred to by "her" here?
Obviously, referring to Jun Aohan's mother!
I also wrote some very messy vent words.
Obviously, the prince was because his desires could not be vented, but he did not want to find other women, so he would hide here and concentrate on cultivation.
Looking at Jun Aohan Tieqing's complexion, Ye Qingli said with difficulty: "Maybe your father, who once had other wives, was not talking about your mother ..."
"From small to large, everyone told me that my father was the only princess of my mother, and they were very affectionate. There was no concubine in my father's mansion. It was a fairy celebrant sung by the world. "
"On the gold book of the Clan House, there is only my mother concubine. And, the most important thing is ..."
Jun Aohan pointed the date below with his finger.