！！！ What's the situation?

Caught off guard by the straw bale and caught up, Mo Kongjing was wondering how this little guy could jump so high all of a sudden, and the straw bale that was lying in her arms began to become restless.

At first, the stinky fart swayed its branches and leaves, circling in her arms.

Then, refusing to do so, as if dissatisfied with her attitude, the straw bale swayed its three green leaves and scribbled on her face.

The crispy numbness on her face couldn't help but make her reach out to grab it, but considering that it was very likely to break the phase, she endured it for a long, long time, but the reluctant straw bale didn't know what it meant to stop in moderation.

I didn't think I could scribble on her face, and a branch and leaf almost stuck into her mouth!

The corners of his lips were swept by the branches and leaves, and a strange feeling suddenly flowed from the corners of his lips to his whole body.

"Roll !!"

In a fit of rage, she couldn't care about anything else, and after grabbing the small fairy grass with one hand, she threw it out unceremoniously!

"Ahh Ah Jing looked at everything that happened in front of him dumbfounded, and at the moment when Mo Kongjing threw the straw bag out, Mu Yanran raised her hands in fright to cover her eyes.

However, as she herself said, the life of the fairy spirit grass is extremely tenacious, even if it looks so fragile, under the slender and soft appearance, the fairy spirit grass has an unshakable nature.

To put it simply, it is to admit death.

The second article of the Lingzhi Codex can only recognize one owner.

So when the straw bale fart ran back, he met Mu Yanran's distressed eyes. And the arms that have been opened, it chose to refuse without hesitation!

Either way, it can only have one owner!

Besides. The master's cultivation is so high, but the force of the fall is so light, which proves that the master still cares about it!

So the straw bag that admitted death and had already mistaken the master pounced again, and this time Mo Kongjing, who had already taken precautions, just made it flutter with an indifferent dodge.

Straw bag didn't know what it was, her not very strong strength just now was actually just for the sake of Yan Ran who loved this spirit plant so much, otherwise according to her temperament, for things she didn't like. It's all good if you don't have a sword.

"Straw bales! You're coming to me! Seeing that an empty straw bale stood up from the ground again, swayed the branches and leaves a few times, and then reluctantly pounced, Mu Yanran was anxious.

"It won't treat me as a master, will it?" I have a bad premonition in my heart. When the straw bale pounced again, Mo Kongjing quickly grabbed its branches and leaves, and after swaying it a few times to make sure it was not as fragile as it looked, she simply let go of her strength and lifted it into the air.

"That's probably, right?" I saw that the straw bales that were lifted into the air were still waving their branches and leaves. The two leafy green leaves spread out like a child to hug. Mu Yanran replied uncertainly.

At the moment, her heart is struggling.

She loves it so much, but it's not as cold as Ah Jing's eyes?

Could it be that the fairy spirit grass prefers violence more than soft talking? Fists and kicks?

However, at this time, what is devastating but has to be faced is that a strange attitude has formed between the two of them.

She loved it, and it had to haunt her, and she wanted to boil it!

It was really a stomachache find.

When Mo Kongjing threw the straw bag into Mu Yanran's arms with a dark face. There was a hint of relief on her face.

She has never had much patience to take care of a spirit plant?

No kidding!

forced her to be anxious, and directly boiled a pot of boiling water and stewed it by the roots!

"You watch it, I'll think about how to wake them up." He waved his hand irritably. Now Mo Kongjing felt a headache when he saw the straw bale.

What's more, it's so good that it's not alive, this fairy grass doesn't seem to have a simple origin, if it is replaced with an ordinary weed, it will be stewed directly!

Holding the straw bag in her hand with a smile, seeing Mo Kongjing squatting down seriously and poking Poria Cocos's cheek, Mu Yanran helplessly looked away.

They were in the sea of Moxiang flowers because they still had the medicinal effect of withered Yan in their bodies, so the poison of Moxiang was temporarily ineffective for them.

And now it's the few people who have fallen that are quite a headache, Hengshan and Lu Yan are both outer disciples, even if they are because of disputes and frictions on weekdays, regardless of the two of them, then they have to take care of Poria and Yueyi, right?

But in the secret realm of Mo Xianglian, at this moment, where are you going to find dry Yan?

Just as Mu Yanran was thinking hard, the straw bales in her arms were restless again, and she successfully escaped from her arms with a twist that shrank the branches and leaves.

"Ahh Don't run around with straw bales, let Ah Jing see it and clean you up. Mu Yanran, who was helpless, followed behind the straw bag worriedly, and was observing Poria in the Mo Kong mirror, she hurriedly stepped forward to catch the restless little guy.

It's just that the petite straw bale, who is good at escaping, can make her get her wish?

Three times and two clicks jumped on Yue Yi's body, and before Mu Yanran could stop it, it very skillfully took down the kettle on Yue Yi's waist with branches and leaves.

Kettle?

There was a thought in his mind, and Mu Yanran, who had just caught a little sprout, subconsciously wanted to grab the straw bag that was constantly scurrying, but this time the agile straw bag jumped in front of Mo Kongjing's eyes excitedly, and handed over the kettle, which was only a little shorter than it.

"Ah Jing, it's still useful, don't you hate it, okay?" There was already a faint premonition in her heart, and Mu Yanran's pace of chasing the straw bales slowed down.

After Mo Kongjing took the kettle, he fell into deep thought.

Plants and trees are not ruthless, and spiritual plants with spiritual wisdom have their own wisdom.

"Hmph, why are you asking me? You are her master. Mo Kongjing, who was still a little annoyed in his heart, turned his head around suddenly, why did he have to pull a grass!

Live!

That's agree!

Running forward happily, riding the swaying branches and leaves of the straw bag that still looked like an invitation, Mu Yanran stepped forward and hugged the straw bag in her arms and rubbed it.

The delicate branches and leaves are green and oily, seemingly fragile, but they have a perseverance and tenacity that others can hardly imagine.

As a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, Yue Yi has been very fond of drinking dry Yan tea since he was a child, and his preference since he was a child has given him a habit of carrying dry Yan tea wherever he goes.

And at this moment, they who are in the secret realm of Mo Xianglian have gotten rid of a big trouble because of his habit.

Thoughtfully poured the dry Yan tea into the mouths of Poria and Yueyi, and just when Mu Yanran was about to distribute the remaining tea to Hengshan and Lu Yan, her hand holding the kettle was stopped by Mo Kongjing, "You don't really want to have a big fight with Hengshan, do you?" Saving your opponent is not a good choice. ”

"But you can't just let them go, can you?" There was some hesitation in her hands, but Mu Yanran, who didn't want to give up on them, still felt that she should wake them up.

"That can't be saved at this time! I don't believe they didn't come in prepared at all. ”

Pulling Mu Yanran's arm strongly, when Mo Kongjing saw that her hesitant face was still a little struggling, she could only reluctantly compromise: "Okay, okay, why don't you wait until a month later when the secret realm is about to close, or do you really plan to take these two opponents into the secret realm?" ”

"Okay, that's okay, then we're done, we'll come here again in a month."

In the face of Mu Yanran's serious instructions, Mo Kongjing could only wave his hand tirelessly and said, "Okay, okay, the owner of the straw bale, you can relax your snacks!" ”

(To be continued.) )