Chapter Twenty-Five: Flying Clouds and Little Snow, the Beauty of Allure

Feiyun looked at Xiaoxue and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Xiaoxue, I'm sorry......" Feiyun hugged Xiaoxue tightly, tears coming out of her eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

These, in the eyes of outsiders, are extremely dazzling, and there is nothing faster than returning to the sea of souls to make the soul beast recover faster.

Feiyun swallowed the snow that dripped on Xiaoxue's lips, wiped the blood off Xiaoxue's lips, and wanted to pick Xiaoxue up and send her back.

Click.

Feiyun only felt that something in his body had broken, and the little snow lying in his arms turned into wisps of white light and merged into his body, and then, his body also glowed with white light. The white light lingered and dissipated for a long time.

A head of white hair, scattered on the ground, a white robe a little messy, a beautiful fair face without a trace of fireworks, light blue eyes revealing confusion.

Feiyun looked at his white hands, slowly got up, patted the messy robe, and an ice mirror appeared in his hand, and the ice mirror perfectly reflected Feiyun's beautiful face, delicate and beautiful. I think I'm 127 centimeters tall, and I'm nine years old.

Feiyun smiled and touched his face, Xiaoxue, it turns out that we can fuse, and it is also extremely beautiful, I thought that after we fuse, it will be very awkward.

"Humph! I'm finally willing to fuse, but it's useless, I'll let you die a miserable death! Tian Lingyong roared and rushed towards Feiyun.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Feiyun said lightly, "You don't have much soul power left, and it is impossible to defeat us in an intact state. "Feiyun is talking about us, not me.

"Get out!"

"Alas, one by one," Feiyun sighed, and the white hair that grew to the ground was windless, "The second soul skill, Snow Dance, Ice Thorn." ”

Rumble! A few icicles emerged from the ground, enveloping the sky tightly.

"You're running out of soul power, give up." Feiyun said.

"Even if I die, I will never lose to you!" Tian Lingyong roared, and all the soul power was output, smashing towards the ice spike.

"First Soul Skill, Snow Dance, Ice Blade!" Feiyun's sword pointed at the sky, and a giant ice blade came out of nowhere, slashing straight towards Tian Lingyong.

Under the pressure of the ice blades, all the ice spikes shattered, and the ice blades stopped an inch above Tian Lingyong's head. Tian Ling fell to the ground softly, and the victory or defeat was already obvious, but it was not known whether this game would be invalidated.

Xiaoxue, it turns out that we have soul power, but the soul power is in you, and we haven't found it.

The ice blade turned into wisps of ice mist and merged into Feiyun's body, Feiyun put his hand against the ice thorn, and similarly, the ice spike also turned into ice mist and merged into Feiyun's body, and the soul power spent by Feiyun was instantly restored. The white light reappeared, Xiaoxue returned to Feiyun's arms, and Feiyun also changed back to its original state. Xiaoxue is thirty centimeters taller than Feiyun, and Feiyun is holding Xiaoxue like this, which is very strange.

Seeing that the game was over, Xue Bing walked up to the competition stage and beckoned to Feiyun, signaling that they could go back.

"Everyone, stop, just now, which one is my student, his soul beast is extremely special, it has its own mind, it is not controlled by the master, and it can't be fused with the master, so there is the scene just now. People will say that they just fused, yes, they just fused, but this is their first fusion! You can not believe my words, you can go to the Soul Temple to check, and they will give you a good answer. Xue Bing's words were amplified by soul power, and everyone in the audience heard them clearly.

Feiyun is seven years old, Xiaoxue is eleven years old, Feiyun is holding Xiaoxue, a little boy, holding a big sister, very weird and ambiguous.

Feiyun gently put Xiaoxue down, took a deep breath, and sat down on the edge of the bed, what should I do now? Xiaoxue's breathing is very even, there is no problem, and there is nothing for Feiyun to do, you can't help Xiaoxue change her clothes, Xiaoxue is a woman, groggy, sitting on the edge of the bed, asleep.

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