"Thank you, sister. Feng'er said happily.

"No thanks, you little flower. Feng Zhijing nodded Feng'er's head with her hand.

"Now about the Excalibur. What the hell is going on?" Feng Zhijing asked as she looked at Feng'er.

"I don't know, but I can feel that there is a sword spirit in this sword. As long as the sword can form a sword spirit, it is definitely at the artifact level, so I asked my sister to buy it. Want to see what's inside. Feng Er looked at Feng Zhijing with wide eyes and explained.

Feng Zhijing looked at Feng'er's appearance, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch Feng'er's soft face.

Feng'er ran out first. She didn't want Feng Zhijing to mutilate her face anymore.

Feng Zhijing hugged Lele and followed. In fact, Feng Zhijing was also very curious, and they came to the place where the sword was released.

Feng Zhijing picked up the sword, looked left and right, and didn't see anything special. I just feel a little heavy. Feng Zhijing put the sword on the ground.

Then he asked Feng'er, "Do you see anything?"

Feng'er shook her head.

"It's better for my sister to drop a drop of blood and see what changes. ”

Feng Zhijing took out a dagger. A small cut on his finger. Dropped blood onto the sword.

The sword flashed red. In an instant, the entire phoenix pendant was dyed red. Feng Zhijing closed her eyes. After a while, she opened her eyes a little slit. Squinted at the sword.

Where is the shadow of the sword at this time. Feng Zhijing's eyes widened instantly.

But who is that little friend who is with Feng'er? Can anyone explain it to me? Feng Zhijing had a bad premonition in her heart. The rolling red thunder in her brain slashed at Feng Zhijing, making her a little unconscious.

But a childish voice came: "Little doll, I am the sword spirit you just contracted." My name is Jianfeng. Saying that, he took a step away from his little short legs and walked towards Feng Zhijing.

At this time, Feng Zhijing wanted to roar loudly, why did God do this to her? She hadn't done anything hurtful. Why did God punish her? She didn't run a nursery. Feng Zhijing didn't have a trace of happiness, and thought a little aggrieved in her heart.

Jian Feng looked at Feng Zhijing and ignored him. thought that Feng Zhijing didn't like him and was about to walk away.

Feng'er pulled him and comforted him: "You let my sister get used to it." Just look at the two of us to know why, it's none of your business.

Jian Feng followed Feng'er's fingers and looked at Lele and Feng'er.

Jian Feng said in a deep voice: "I see. ”

"It's really not your fault, maybe my sister was too happy and excited to see you, and she didn't react. I'm right, sister?" Feng'er pulled the corner of Feng Zhijing's clothes with her hand.

Feng Zhijing reacted. She looked down at the child she had just betrothed to.

I saw a little boy of six or seven years old. Dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, his hair was neatly combed. Snow-white skin with big eyes. Tall nose. Pursed a thin little mouth. Behind the small hands. is looking at Feng Zhijing with a pair of bright eyes.

Look at the way he looks. Feng Zhijing had a sense of crime. What was she doing? This little guy didn't do anything wrong. Originally, it was good for people to put it at the auction. I was taken back by myself. I dislike him again.

Feng Zhijing stretched out her hand. Gently explained: "Come here, let me take a good look at you." It's not that I don't like you, it's just that I was shocked just now, and I didn't react for a while. Aren't you a sword?

Jianfeng stood there unmoved. Feng Zhijing looked at the cute child in front of her. She figured it out, one is also raised, three are still raised, and it doesn't matter if one more is raised.

Feng Zhijing walked over and picked him up. Jian Feng said in a cold voice unhappily, "You put me down." ”

"Why?" Feng Zhijing asked suspiciously.

"The old man is a person who has lived for thousands of years, and he still uses your little doll to hug him. Jian Feng said sharply in a childish voice.

Hearing this, Feng Zhijing laughed out loud in disbelief.

Jian Feng was standing there with his back to his hands and watching coldly.

A few minutes passed. Feng Zhijing's scalp was a little numb when she was watched.

At this time, Feng'er's voice came into Feng Zhijing's mind. "Sister, what he said is true. I also lived for thousands of years. For some reason. Both the body and the cultivation have degenerated. So it became like this. Feng'er said with some sadness.

Feng Zhijing thought carefully about the days with Feng'er. Feng'er speaks and acts, not like a child, but more like a mature adult. Just a little gluttonous and clinging to yourself.

"Little doll, what are you thinking?" Jian Feng asked coldly.

Jian Feng didn't like Feng Zhijing a little, she ignored herself at every turn. If it weren't for the contract with her. Jian Feng slapped her to death earlier.

"I didn't think about it, I just thought it was weird. You've lived for thousands of years, how do you look like you're only six or seven years old?" Feng Zhijing asked curiously.

"Alas, the old man doesn't want to talk about the future. As she spoke, she turned into a sharp sword and burrowed into Feng Zhijing's body.

Feng Zhijing was taken aback. I looked at my body and was not harmed. to be relieved.

"The old man is in your body, if there is nothing to do, don't bother me. At this time, Jian Feng's voice came.