Finally, when the sky had just turned the white of the fish's belly, Ling Luo let out a long sigh of relief, and an extremely excited smile appeared on his face, holding in the palm of his hand was a palm-sized stone sculpture of the first quarter moon.

The texture of the first quarter moon is very clear, the surface is smooth and childish, and there is a faint purple glow.

Ling Luo is very satisfied with his work.

Although it was simple, it was the first time she had focused so much on doing a fun thing.

Ling Luo had a faint smile on his face, and then stretched out a finger, and a thin needle-like purple enchanting fire condensed from his fingertips, and then engraved a small "Luo" character on the stone carving of the first quarter moon.

Just when Ling Luo raised his head, he realized that the morning sun had already cast through the clouds and penetrated into the sky.

"Oops! It's time for morning class! ”

Ling Luo exclaimed, and Yan Xiang's extremely stern expression naturally appeared in his mind, and his body trembled involuntarily.

She hurriedly stood up and ran in the direction of the Holy Fire Peak.

Because the movement was too hasty, while running, the half-palm-sized first quarter moon accidentally fell from his waist to the grass.

Ling Luo didn't notice it, there was wind under his feet, and he ran all the way to the Holy Fire Hall.

At this moment, in a clear spring on the west side of the cliff, a wet face suddenly appeared.

It was a man's face, wet hair, silvery-white, and eyes as blue as the sea, and it was an otherworldly beauty, not like a mortal thing.

What was unusual was that the man's ears were different, like smoke, standing up from between the silver hairs.

This man is not human.

He climbed out of the living fountain and went ashore, but his tail was wagging in the fountain.

Yes, tails.

It was a mermaid's tail.

The silver-white scales shone as pale blue as his eyes, and under the rising sun, shimmered water.

The man's blue eyes, which seemed to be dripping water, looked at the place where Ling Luo's figure gradually disappeared.

This hill has always been his.

Because he was here, no one had ever dared to take half a step.

The aura-filled spring on the west side of the cliff was his favorite, so he came here every night to bathe.

He is a sea tribe, born **, grown**, he likes water, and he likes the feeling of light water flowing over his tail.

Even if he left his hometown and took on the responsibilities of his clan and went to the Holy Cultivation Academy of the Jialan Empire to cultivate, he never forgot the sea.

There is no sea in Shengxiu Mountain, and he searched for a year before he found such a mountain with a living spring, and since then he has occupied the mountain as the king.

But since the arrival of this girl seven days ago, the original quiet life has been completely broken.

She was so strange that she couldn't feel the coercion she exuded, and she ran to the edge of the cliff to cultivate without blushing or beating her heart.

She didn't realize her existence at all, and devoted herself to cultivation, sometimes frowning, sometimes smirking, and sometimes even yelling at the empty cliff to vent her resentment.

It's noisy.

On the first day, he wanted to kick her directly under the cliff and teach her a lesson.

But he was inexplicably attracted by the silver moon she sacrificed, and couldn't help but want to watch it again.

So, he thought, let's watch it for another night today, and if she comes back tomorrow, she will kick it directly.