Jiang Qinfeng looked at this card quite unexpectedly:

[Card Name]: Little white dog? Ten-year vows

[Speciality]: Triggered by player’s oath

【Strategy object】: Little white dog

[Task Content]: The player spends ten years with the little white dog.

[Reward content]: Achievement value 480 points

[Card Exclusive Reward]: Complete the mission and drop an S-level love card [Kou Yuanhua? Heartfelt and Bold]*1

Jiang Qinfeng's mood was a little complicated at this time. Although the card was good, the reward content was not obtained until ten years later. This was really similar to the handsome card with 12 points for each task, both of which were long-term investments.

The system continued to explain cheerfully: "When all players perform actions that generate strong causal power in the game, they will have a small probability of obtaining relevant task cards. Alliances, oaths, contracts, engagements and other actions may all be dropped~"

"Isn't it allowed between players?"

"Of course not. This function is mainly to encourage players to interact more with the creatures in this world and actively explore. I didn't expect that playing with dogs can still get stuck~"

When Jiang Qinfeng came back to his senses, he found that the beggar was lying down again, with his head on his right hand and facing the wall. It seemed that he had nothing to say to him.

If he was not mistaken, Kou Yuanhua refers to the beggar who is not easy to deal with. It is not known what changes happened to him, so that he became so passive and secluded from the world, hiding in a refugee camp every day to sleep.

"Senior, let's go first. Then... see you in ten years."

Jiang Qinfeng held the dog in one hand and held Jiang Youlin in the other. The two children were walking in the refugee slum, like fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, which attracted great attention.

"I said, young masters? Is this a place where you can come? Hurry up and hand over all the valuable things you have!"

A fierce-looking man with a scar blocked their way from the front, holding a hoe in his hand. His skin was dark, and it was vaguely possible to tell that he was a farmer in the past.

Just when Jiang Qinfeng wanted to pull Jiang Youlin back, he found a man sneaking out from behind him.

The picture in the front is money, and the slender one in the back is clearly a picture of color.

The wretched man's eyes never left Jiang Youlin's face. He stared at it for a long time. Only when he came back to his senses did he remember to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Whose lady is this? I'm very lucky today...hehehehe."

What kind of rubbish copper fetish?

Before Jiang Qinfeng could curse, the man with the scar who stole the money scolded him first: "This little girl is so young, what the hell are you thinking every day?"

"Small? Isn't it better to be small? Mine isn't big anyway, hehehe... I don't want to play with little girls here for a long time. They are all as thin as firewood sticks. They are boring!"

Jiang Qinfeng handed the dog into Jiang Youlin's arms, and protected them both behind him. Small flames burned in his black eyes: "If you dare to touch them, beat me down first!"

Shangqingjing is indeed the master of martial arts among the three realms of cultivation. Even the simplest entry-level swordsmanship is extremely lethal when used.

Zhengqi swordsmanship uses speed as its soul, wielding the sword like the wind, and the sword wielder's body is as light as a swallow. He uses spiritual energy between moves to increase the speed of the sword again, making the enemy unable to escape.

Although only monks after the Foundation Establishment Stage can store their Ten Musashi in the spiritual field, Jiang Qinfeng's Spiritual Heart Sword can be changed to fit the size and stored in his sleeves.

Jiang Qinfeng's free-spirited and casual personality is exactly in line with the sword's intention, and he is even more comfortable in using it.

The scarred man thought that children were easy to bully, but he didn't expect Jiang Qinfeng to have his sword pointed at his stomach before he even got close to him.

"Young hero, have mercy on me! Immortal, have mercy on me! I can't see Mount Tai! Have mercy on me!" The scarred man quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Oops!" He touched his head, something went wrong!

Jiang Qinfeng was having so much fun that he even forgot that there was a wretched man behind him.

"Ayou! Ayou!"

He hurriedly went to call, but when he turned around, he saw the rude man lying at Jiang Youlin's feet.

Jiang Youlin's hair was disheveled, he was holding a snow-white puppy in his arms, his shoes were gently stepping on the man's head, and his light blue clothes were like the misty rain in Jiangnan's dream, with mist, and he was as beautiful as a seducing fairy.

At this time, Jiang Youlin's usual weak and helpless temperament disappeared, and there was an obvious sarcasm on his lips. He looked cold and ruthless, as if what he was stepping on was not a living head, but a small one that was not worth mentioning.

stones.

Such a heinous behavior, but his appearance was so perfect that even the captives at his feet forgot about life and death and looked at his chin like a snow lotus in fascination.

"It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt," he laughed softly, "How could it hurt?"

The next second, he stepped into the man's eye.

"Ah! It hurts me to death! Ahhhhh!" The man screamed loudly, as if he was killing a pig.

Jiang Qinfeng's ears were buzzing from the vibration, and he felt like he was frightened, but when he thought about how many innocent little girls this man had harmed, he couldn't feel sympathy in his heart.

"Qinfeng."

Jiang Youlin raised his head and saw Jiang Qinfeng. His almond-shaped eyes were curved into two crescents, and he showed an angelic smile. If he had ears and a tail, he would probably be wagging to please him. It was so similar to the puppy in his arms.

"I'm fine."

Jiang Youlin took his feet off the wretched man's head, as if they were still dirty, and wiped the soles on his clothes.

"Let's go."

Jiang Qinfeng was walking beside him, with many doubts in his mind. He didn't know which one was better to ask. After holding it in for a long time, he finally asked a question: "Have the injuries you suffered yesterday healed? ...Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Jiang Youlin smiled and shook his head. Seeing that he still looked unbelieving, he bit his lower lip with his teeth, leaned over and gently kissed the corner of Jiang Qinfeng's mouth, and whispered in his ear: "It really doesn't hurt."

He comforted his mother like this every time.

This gentle kiss on the corner of the mouth, unknowingly, became his subconscious way of comforting the people he loved.

Direct and intimate, full of trust.

Jiang Qinfeng touched the corner of his mouth in surprise, recalling the scene yesterday, and realized that this child was slowly opening his heart to him.

After leaving the refugee area, the two returned to the bustling street. Jiang Youlin's hair was so eye-catching that Jiang Youlin had people secretly talking about whose daughter he was, who was born with such a mark.

This is probably the trouble with good looks.

Jiang Qinfeng thought for a while and suggested: "Let's buy a hair tie. It must be very hot with your hair hanging down."

He always remembered that when he first met Jiang Youlin, he was as weak as a bamboo shoot, so when he saw this hairband with silver background and green stripes, he simply felt that it couldn't be more suitable for him.

The shop owner was different from those gangsters in the refugee slum. He could tell at a glance that the two men were dressed in extraordinary clothes and were definitely not ordinary people, so he quickly started selling them enthusiastically.

"This headband is made of high-quality Yun brocade. The winding bamboo pattern on it was embroidered by Lady Chu, the most famous embroiderer in Linjiang City, for more than half a year. This stitch and texture are amazing! It must match well.

This young master!"

Jiang Qinfeng was very moved by being deceived: "How much does it cost?"

Seeing that he really believed it, the shop owner was very excited: "Fifty taels!"

Jiang Qinfeng touched his pocket: "One tael, no more."

Shopkeeper: "..."

When Jiang Youlin heard the shop owner boasting like this, he smiled slightly and was unmoved: "How can it be so good? Mrs. Chu doesn't have such poor craftsmanship."

When the shop owner heard his rude words, he immediately retorted: "This young master is not old, but his tone is not small!"

Jiang Youlin took out the hairband that the beggar had cut into two pieces with a stone: "Mrs. Chu spent a full year embroidering this water-to-sky headband, just to restore the natural beauty of the water-to-sky connection with her own hands. Where?

When you come, will you embroider the one on your hand?"

The shop owner is a person who knows the goods. Looking at the treasures in his hands, he immediately realized that every hair tie in the middle of Linjiang City was embroidered by Lady Chu herself. It could only be the young city lord of the city lord's palace who did not have a spiritual field.

He immediately broke out in a cold sweat and wanted to bite off his deceptive tongue.

"The villain deserves to die, he shouldn't pass it off as a good one, and I won't dare to do it again in the future!"

"What? You only regret it when you kick the iron plate?"

Jiang Youlin smiled coldly. The look in his eyes that couldn't bear the sand was somewhat similar to Gongsun Ying's.

Jiang Qinfeng was stunned. In his impression, Jiang Youlin was a very talkative and sensible child. He didn't expect that this guy would treat others so harshly...

But having said that, after yesterday's incident, Jiang Youlin seemed to let himself go in front of him.

He seemed like a husband who had no fighting power when his wife was bargaining. He had no sense of existence at all. He could only say a weak sentence at the end: "... Then no?"

Jiang Youlin took the green hairband and tied up his hair naturally: "You chose it for me, why not?"

"Hey, but I heard what you said makes sense. These are nothing compared to the ones in your mansion."

Jiang Youlin pouted: "But you didn't give those to me."

After saying that, he pointed to a red hairband next to him. It was also made of dark grained silver that shone brightly in the light, but it was embroidered with dark red late maple: "I want this one too."

Jiang Qinfeng only saw this green bamboo belt, but he didn't see the maple red belt that paired with it.

"Huh? Give it to me?" Jiang Qinfeng was a little confused.

Jiang Youlin bit his lower lip: "I know, compared to Tianshimen's Liuyun Chaiyue headband, this one is really inferior."

Shangqingjing uses the misty and flowing clouds as a metaphor for the Celestial Master's sect responsible for recruiting and training new students, and also uses the bright moon as a metaphor for talents with outstanding talents. Flowing clouds and chasing the moon represent a thirst for talents. Only the best among the new students can wear this

Similar ornamentation.

Jiang Qinfeng was able to wear it without entering the country, which was actually a high honor, and it also came from the silent recognition of Gongsun Ying, who was stingy in his praise.

However, Jiang Qinfeng, who lacked the knowledge of cultivation, had no idea about this kind of thing. Seeing Jiang Youlin's disappointed look, he quickly changed it and put on a new maple red hair tie.

"Is he handsome?"

Jiang Youlin's eyes were crooked, like a smart little fox: "You will definitely be on the list of geniuses in the future."

This hit the mark, but many years later, due to a certain incident, Jiang Qinfeng, a self-proclaimed macho and handsome boy, was ranked first on the beauty list instead of the men's list.

By the time they returned to the City Lord's Mansion, it was almost noon, just in time for dinner.

Walking outside the dining hall, if Gongsun Ying was not here, it would have been filled with laughter and laughter, but at this moment it was so quiet that it was suffocating.

Jiang Qinfeng slapped his forehead: "Oh, it seems that Uncle Gongsun is done."
Chapter completed!