The two ran hand in hand and ran for a long distance until they couldn't hear Xiao Ling's voice, and then stopped to rest for a while. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Zhi was physically exhausted and leaned against the tree. Lan Jia couldn't stop laughing because of what she teased Xiao Ling just now.

"Thank you for saving me, Sister Sesame...... Do you think Xiao Ling will be angry with you? He asked intermittently with a smile.

"It's better to be angry, he's so bad." Lin Zhi ripped off her handkerchief, she was not angry when she heard the three words Sister Sesame, she resisted the urge to call him Little White Rabbit, and found that the hands of the two were still tightly pulling, so she wanted to pull it back.

I didn't want Lan Jia to pinch it tightly, she tried a little force but couldn't pull it out.

When she saw Lan Jia's smiling and happy look, she also gave up struggling, and only opened the topic and said: "I feel that your cultivation is not under Xiao Ling, why are you always beaten unilaterally?" ”

Lan Jia said shyly: "I am afraid in my heart...... and they can't use their spiritual powers. ”

Lin Zhi also laughed at himself and said: "I'm not afraid and I can't use my spiritual power, it's really annoying, I'm going to be driven away in two days." ”

"Why?" Lan Jia asked in surprise.

"I don't seem to have spiritual power in my body." Lin Zhi said in a low voice.

"Impossible." Lan Jia retorted cleanly, "Everyone who can be chosen here has spiritual power in their bodies, and when you concentrated your mind on the dantian, didn't you feel the heat flow?" ”

"I feel it." Lin Zhi hurriedly said, "I can still guide to the palm of my hand, but even without your aperture, the palm I hit has no power." ”

Lan Jia only then realized that the hands of the two were still clasped together, and his face turned red, so he let go of his hand and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Sesame." ”

Lin Zhi had no choice but to say, "...... It's okay. ”

Lan Jia seemed to have made up his mind before he said, "Sister Sesame, let me see your hands and see why I can't attract spiritual power." ”

Lin Zhi naturally agreed. She didn't expect a rescue that made the autistic Lan Jia talk more to her, so she generously stretched out her hand and asked curiously: "Can you see this?" That's amazing. ”

Lan Jia smiled shyly: "Try it." ”

He gently held Lin Zhi's wrist and held Lin Zhi's little hand in the palm of his hand like a treasure.

Lin Zhi's hands are very small and tender, and at first glance, they are hands that have not done any rough and heavy work, indicating that her parents have protected her very well in the past, but it is a pity that her parents are no longer there at this time. Thinking of this, her heart was also sour.

Lan Jia stretched out his fingers, brushing her palms as softly as feathers, tickling her.

"Bring your spiritual power." He whispered.

Lin Zhi did as he was told, and his palms quickly became hot. Lan Jia pressed three fingers into his palm, his brow furrowed unconsciously.

"The palm of your hand is really not suitable for releasing spiritual power, maybe you will have a chance when your spiritual power is more abundant in the future." He said.

Lin Zhi's heart sank when he heard this, and there was still no hope.

"Give me a dagger." Lan Jia said again.

Lin Zhi didn't know why, but he still handed him the dagger he had used to cut his wrist just now in his arms.

Lan Jia held the dagger in his hand again, but his expression was no longer as painful and frightened as before, but his eyes were clear and solemn.

He raised the dagger and comforted, "It hurts a little." Immediately, a wound was cut on Lin Zhi's palm, and it didn't take long for blood to come out.

He put his index finger over the wound again, and it didn't take long for Lin Zhi to feel a thin stream of cold spiritual power slowly crawling inside her palm.