"Little sister, is it really yours?"

Fennel heard Qing Ling's words, and looked at Qing Ling with round eyes in surprise.

"It can't be fake. Qing Ling curled the corners of her lips, "I have recognized the Lord for everything, my soul is not gone, and the effect of recognizing the Lord is still there." ”

"That'...... Does the bead still listen to you?" Qing Ling asked meaningfully.

If the green spirit can control the bead from a distance, wouldn't it be whatever color it wants?

Confess that the treasure of the Lord is under her control!

There is no need for Meng Fan to burn it down at all!

"I'll try. Qing Ling also seemed to have discovered something interesting, sat down cross-legged, pinched the trick in front of him, and felt the mysterious fluctuations coming from far away from the moonlit night. ”

"Seventeenth color!"

On the square, Meng Fan hooked the corners of his mouth, and in his gaze, the moonlit night showed seventeen colors.

At this time, the remaining one-third of the Dan Fire Essence of Sikong Changye had almost been fused by him, and it was turning into wisps and flowing back into his Dan Fire meridians, which was no longer enough to make the moon night light appear eighteen colors.

"Forget it, just take it when you see it! that's enough to shock them......"

Meng Fan shook his somewhat sore arm, intending to remove the Danhuo and end the game, the effect he wanted had been achieved.

But in the attic, a wicked smile rose at the corner of Qing Ling's mouth, just when Meng Fan had just made the seventeenth color, the fluctuations on the moonlit nights were clearer and more stable, allowing her to instantly establish a connection with the moonlit nights!

"Meng Fan, if you want to play, I'll help you play with those big stupid hats!" raised his eyebrows, Qing Ling's little hand flipped over, and a candle-sized Dan flame condensed in front of him, floating by himself, exuding a touch of strange color, "Moonlit night, eighteen colors, now!"

Before the voice fell, the moonlit night that was suspended above Meng Fan's palm suddenly let out a high-pitched howl that seemed to be extremely excited, and suddenly showed the eighteenth color, this scene made Meng Fan also dumbfounded, and couldn't help muttering: "What's the situation?

"It's ......"

Fan Guyi and Bai Shanyue were also dumbfounded, and they didn't know what the mystery was.

Not to mention the crowd of onlookers, including the five or six elders, all of them were dumbfounded, unable to say a word.

This mutation also made Meng Fan suffer, so he had to start pretending to sacrifice Danhuo again.

I plan to wait for the bright light of the moonlit night to dissipate and return to normal, and then put it away.

"Eighteen colors are already the limit of the old man's knowledge of the moonlit night. The Thousand Lights City Lord was also messy, and glared, "This is definitely not normal!"

And even weirder things are yet to come.

Qing Ling's little hand waved again, and the candlelight-like Dan fire floating in front of her once again showed a color, and correspondingly, the moonlit night light above Meng Fan's palm also changed color, and there was no need for time to brew at all.

"The nineteenth color!"

This can surprise everyone, especially the city lord of Thousand Lights, in his cognition, there are only eighteen colors in the moonlit night, how can there be nineteen colors?

"It's broken, it's broken. ”

The Thousand Lights City Lord thought so, but what happened next, even he, who was extremely profound in Qi cultivation Kung Fu, showed a look of surprise!

"Sure enough, it's Miss Qingling's thing!" Fennel looked outside, and then at the small cluster of Danhuo in front of Qingling, her face was curious and surprised, "How many colors can it make?"

At this time, Fennel finally understood what Fang Cai Qingling said, saying that when she couldn't sleep, a ball of Danhuo was thrown out, and the seven stars were all bright, which was very beautiful......

It's really beautiful!

"It's too much. Qing Ling smiled mischievously, "I'll show you!"

Immediately, Qing Ling stretched out his jade finger, and pointed at the small cluster of Danhuo, and the cluster of Danhuo actually showed two colors at the same time, and then pointed, three, four, and seven......

And that's not all, after a while, countless colors are mixed together and start to spin in a colorful and gorgeous way!

At the same time, the moonlit night light suspended above Meng Fan's palm also presented the same scene, just like the neon lights of the secular world, and also like the extravagant and shining revolving stage lights in the bar!

In the huge square, the onlookers were suddenly shrouded in brilliant and changing light, their faces were reflected in a strange light, and the atmosphere was like a carnival.

Qiandeng was dumbfounded, Fan Guyi and Bai Shanyue were stunned.

The onlookers were even more stunned, as if they were in a fantasy world!

It's said that it's eight-colored!

Why did you get to the way you are now?

Do you have a prom?

On this day, there is a gorgeous light, enveloping the Ziyang Palace, Ambilight, beautiful, passers-by stop on the street, looking at this magnificent scene, keep admiring, the establishment of the Ziyang Palace, it is really in line with the way of heaven!

Don't you see, the vision of heaven and earth changes frequently!

"The little deputy palace master has triggered the arcanacal induction!"

"Being the little deputy palace master of Ziyang Xiaogong deserves it!"

On the square, the onlookers were short of breath, and their eyes were full of fanaticism, which made Meng Fan can't help but have an illusion, and he thought that the old men from the Tiger Phoenix Palace were there!

"Miss Qingling, they are all stunned!" Fennel snickered, a smug look on her face.

Qingling said to fennel with some reminiscence: "This is one, if it is seven, the scene is much better than this." ”

"Oh oh!" Qing Ling nodded hurriedly, agreeing, imagining that if it was seven, the entire Ziyang Palace would be full of color, just like the Heavenly Palace!

"Alright, stop playing. Qing Lingyi was excited, she had already played this kind of trick in her boudoir countless times, and then, she reached out to hold the small cluster of Danhuo, pinched it hard, and said, "The old man of Qiandeng just brought things, but I, I can really give things to Meng Fan!"

After that, the small cluster of Dan Fire in Qing Ling's hand suddenly collapsed and turned into a little starlight!

Qing Ling closed his eyes tightly and waved his hand in the starlight: "Disperse, recognize your new master!"

As soon as the words fell, her soul body trembled, and her heart felt as if something was missing.

And the starlight was gone.

"Bang!"

And the moonlit night, which was held up by Meng Fan, suddenly retracted all the brilliance, made a sound like crying, flew around the attic for a distance, hovered in the air, and then turned into a streamer and rushed towards Meng Fan......

"Confessing the Lord?"

Meng Fan, who was no stranger to recognizing the master, instantly felt that he had a spiritual connection with Yue Yeming, and raised his hand slightly, and Yue Yeming obediently fell into his palm, moving softly like a little girl.

"Humph!"

Just as everyone was looking at this scene in amazement, a cold snort came from the snort of the Thousand Lights City Lord, his sleeve robe shook, his body was like a big peng spreading his wings, and he quickly swept towards the attic where Qing Ling was......

PS: Okay, the third watch is over, I wish you happy reading!

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