Chapter 217: The Dead of the Holy Spirit

Jiang Rong had already decided to give up his image, and he put on a steam eye mask for himself according to his usual time habits.

When he was already ready to rest, Xiao Leng finally walked over.

She moved slowly because she was not used to reading the books that were placed in a mess, so she deliberately sorted them out.

After sorting out the book wall several meters long, when Xiao Leng finally turned his head, he saw Jiang Rong wearing a yellow and white broken flower blindfold.

Far more than this, it is full of girlish hearts, and the ears are pure white lace.

Jiang Rong's aesthetic has always been a little strange.

But he can bring out another kind of wild beauty in these things every time.

It's weird, but after watching it for a long time, I think it's a good match.

The blindfold seemed to be a seal, and Jiang Rong, who was originally irritable, almost wanted to sleep in seconds.

As a result, Xiao Leng's voice was heard.

"I seem to have found the deceased of the Holy Spirit. ”

The drowsy Jiang Rong turned into a comfortable position again, and there was no superfluous reaction to this sentence, "What do you mean?"

That's what it means literally. ”

This is a more realistic conclusion that Xiao Leng finally came to after thinking about it for a while.

Xiao Leng didn't think it was Wei Pujue when he looked at it before, because his face was too different from the Holy Spirit.

At that time, Xiao Leng ignored that it was extremely easy for the Holy Spirit to change his appearance.

And that iconic crescent scar of his, all the time.

Everything seems to be on the right track.

Although this year's Holy Spirit is inevitably too weak.

But he is still a newborn in the Abilities Realm, and he is not sure how powerful he will be in the future.

What's more, Wei Pujue will inexplicably absorb spiritual power.

Is spiritual power so easy to absorb?

These things have been transformed by themselves and become a part of the body, and absorbing people's spiritual power is equivalent to cutting off people's hands and feet.

And Wei Pujue is simply a big bug in nature.

The humans in this place, Xiao Leng has a lot of contact.

Except for a low-imitation version of Yan Wangwang, there has never been such a situation.

There is another thing that can be confirmed, and that is the tree pet.

The tree pet is a spring, weak when it is weak, and strong when it is strong.

If the target of what it wants to solve is an ordinary person, then his claw is just a claw.

It is a procedure to intimidate them and get them to leave.

But if you're not an ordinary person, it's much more than that.

The blow with spiritual power will converge when it encounters ordinary people, and it will spread when it encounters the rest.

The tree pet may not have understood it himself, and Xiao Leng only knew a little about it before, but after slowly thinking about it, he knew this information.

Wei Pujue is like a bottomless pit, whether it is hers or the spiritual power of the tree pet, he will never be able to fill it.

Because the strength of the Holy Spirit is an abyss.

That's why it didn't provoke him to react at all.

According to this explanation, everything seems to be unraveled.

Jiang Rong folded his hands in front of his abdomen, and his tone was still flat: "Don't fix these useful and useless." ”

He was clearly unconvinced.

Xiao Leng sat down on the chair opposite him, trying to reason with the stubborn Jiang Rong.

"The time I spend with the Holy Spirit is no less than the time you spend with him, and Wei Pujue is most likely the Holy Spirit. ”

"Hey, cub. Jiang Rong refused to be reasonable and stubborn, "When I fought with him, you didn't know where it was." ”

"But you haven't met him a few times, have you?"

Xiao Leng can be regarded as stepping on Jiang Rong's sore feet.

Jiang Rong became interested in the Holy Spirit for the first time, but the Holy Spirit never looked at him squarely.

Except for that one-on-one fight, Jiang Rong had hardly seen the Holy Spirit.

He is the Holy Spirit, and even the Western Temple will never get a man, and will be isolated every time.

Although there was no sign outside that said "Jiang Rong and dogs are not allowed to enter", Jiang Rong also felt that the meaning was almost the same.

Jiang Rong kicked away those bad memories, he didn't want to hear the title of Holy Spirit again, and simply wanted to end the conversation with Xiao Leng.

Although it was reserved for Xiao Leng for two hours, it was on the premise that he was not asleep.

Now there is another condition, that is, not to mention those things that affect his sleep.

Jiang Rong stumbled indiscriminately: "That crescent moon was picked out by Wei Pujue with his fingernails. ”

"Huh?" Xiao froze.

"I caught the Holy Spirit's, they don't look like them, you know?"

That's clear enough.

The most important thing is that Jiang Rong knows that the Holy Spirit is still living in the Lianxi Temple, isn't it ridiculous.

He died before he died, isn't that a curse on him?

Although it is not ruled out that the Holy Spirit will have other clones, he is not so idle.

He provoked him many times, but he didn't care, if he was really that fun, he would play with him at that time.

Maybe it's better to be a brother with him.

But before he came, Granny Yuan had explained to him that the Holy Spirit no longer existed in Xiao Leng's impression, so let him go around and not show his stuff.

It would be difficult for him to lie about it, but he simply didn't ask, but he didn't expect the topic to revolve around this today.

Unexpected.

I knew I wouldn't make that call.

The person concerned just regrets it very much.

Jiang Rong tried to go around this matter again.

He first pulled the blindfold forward, revealing a gap to look at Xiao Leng, seeing that she was entangled, he couldn't help but laugh secretly, and then threw the matter at her: "If you don't believe it, you can contact Granny Yuan." ”

Granny Yuan is very good at handling chores in this regard, and she is happy with her every time

Xiao Leng was even more entangled, and she quietly picked at the back of the chair.

Jiang Rong raised his eyebrows, put the blindfold back on, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Xiao Leng was still thinking about a solution that was more beneficial to him.

If Granny Yuan had been informed that Wei Pujue was really a holy spirit, then she would have gone back as soon as possible.

After all, with the heavy responsibility of sending the Holy Spirit to each other, maybe they will never be able to leave after that.

After all, when Wei Pujue returns to Heqixing, he will definitely recover all his previous memories.

I don't know if it will become a disobedience to the six relatives again, and there is a detachment from the world's indifference.

If she could confirm it herself, wouldn't it be good for both parties.

Wei Pujue can spend more time with his family, and he also has a longer time to give birth to a star.

There was no movement over there for a long time, and Jiang Rong couldn't sleep because of the trouble, so she had to remind her:

"After thinking about it for so long, I should understand, it's okay, you can leave first. ”

After figuring it out, Xiao Leng's pace was still relaxed.

She closed the door for Jiang Rong, took out her mobile phone and looked at it, there was no information from Chu Zhenyu.

Xiao Leng thought about it, and was not in a hurry to go back, so he sat down in a dessert shop near the place where Chu Zhenyu and Xiao Xinen met.

......

Since the last time, Xiao Xinen helped her deal with those people, Chu Zhenyu has seen an awkward image of a boy.

This added a bit of closeness to Xiao Xinen, almost making Chu Zhenyu uncontrollable.

In the end, she was still worried about the possibility of Shanxiao Xinen, so she didn't take further action.

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so I have to take my time.

Xiao Xinen cut the steak slowly and methodically, and saw that the person opposite didn't react, so he raised his eyes and looked, and then he faced Chu Zhenyu with a lustful and loving expression.