Flower fans still look worried.

"Don't worry." Ning Mang gently put his hand on her hand and wrapped it around hers.

The warm and cool touch came, and the face of the flower fan turned red, and she hurriedly pulled out her hand and said, "I'll go and see how Qianyue is." Then he hurried away.

Ning Mang looked at her distant back, the soft touch of his palm was still flickering, which made him a little distracted.

After a while, Ning Mang shook his head with a smile and continued to read his book.

The flower fan trotted all the way to a path, and she felt that her face was feverish, and it was terrible hot.

A cool evening breeze blew away, blowing away the heat from her face.

The scene just now kept replaying in her mind, and her face kept being hot.

She tried hard to calm herself down, but her heart was pounding, and her excitement was hard to contain.

What was he thinking now? Do you want to be so excited about yourself now?

The flower fan thought of Ning Mang's unstained fairy appearance, and silently condemned himself in his heart for thinking too much.

Flower fans stood on the path and twisted for a long time before walking sweetly towards the hot springs.

……

When Xing Qianyue woke up, the genius was bright.

She was lying on the bed, her head moving, but her body not moving.

Because it hurts so much.

As a result of the excessive exercise, she felt that her arms and legs were sore, and the slightest movement was a tooth-aching pain.

She finally knew why Sister Hua Fan and Uncle Ning Mang didn't stop her from going to Jiu Limo.

If she left the Qingjing Beast here, she would be busy enough, let alone playing.

Otherwise, don't want the green thorn beast?

Xing Qianyue thought.

After all, the only thing worth seeing about the Qingjing Beast was its identity as a rare divine beast.

But this green thorn beast.

Xing Qianyue looked at the behemoth outside the window.

Stupid, fat, fat, can't even understand human speech, let alone divine beasts, even ordinary beasts are not as good.

I don't think anyone else wants to be a pet like this.

Xing Qianyue was very entangled in her heart.

Forget it, don't want it, she can choose a spirit beast in the future.

There is no difference between a divine beast and a spirit beast when you study it carefully.

So, Xing Qianyue decided to sleep again and talk to Uncle Ning Mang about it later.

Uncle Ning Mang must be disappointed.

But there was no way to do it, she was so tired.

Thinking about it, Xing Qianyue lost consciousness......

Just as she was sleeping, she suddenly felt a chill in her body, and Xing Qianyue woke up.

"Ah...... Ahh As soon as she woke up, Xing Qianyue sneezed twice.

"Ah, it's so cold." Xing Qianyue hugged her arm and raised her head tremblingly, it turned out to be Ning Mang.

"Ning, Uncle Ning Mang, why is it so cold."

"Wake you up." Ning Mang said expressionlessly.

"That...... Uncle Ningmang, I want to tell you something......"

"What's the matter?"

"Uncle Ning Mang, I don't want the Qingjing Beast anymore." Facing Ning Mang's gaze, Xing Qianyue lowered her head a little embarrassed.

"Why don't you want it?" Ning Mang stared at Xing Qianyue and asked.

"I'm so tired...... I don't want it anymore. Xing Qianyue snorted, and after speaking, she raised her hand to Ning Mang, "Uncle Ning Mang, my hands and legs and my waist are all sore and sore. ”

Flower fans still look worried.

"Don't worry." Ning Mang gently put his hand on her hand and wrapped it around hers.

The warm and cool touch came, and the face of the flower fan turned red, and she hurriedly pulled out her hand and said, "I'll go and see how Qianyue is." Then he hurried away.

Ning Mang looked at her distant back, the soft touch of his palm was still flickering, which made him a little distracted.

After a while, Ning Mang shook his head with a smile and continued to read his book.

The flower fan trotted all the way to a path, and she felt that her face was feverish, and it was terrible hot.

A cool evening breeze blew away, blowing away the heat from her face.

The scene just now kept replaying in her mind, and her face kept being hot.

She tried hard to calm herself down, but her heart was pounding, and her excitement was hard to contain.

What was he thinking now? Do you want to be so excited about yourself now?

The flower fan thought of Ning Mang's unstained fairy appearance, and silently condemned himself in his heart for thinking too much.

Flower fans stood on the path and twisted for a long time before walking sweetly towards the hot springs.

……

When Xing Qianyue woke up, the genius was bright.

She was lying on the bed, her head moving, but her body not moving.

Because it hurts so much.

As a result of the excessive exercise, she felt that her arms and legs were sore, and the slightest movement was a tooth-aching pain.

She finally knew why Sister Hua Fan and Uncle Ning Mang didn't stop her from going to Jiu Limo.

If she left the Qingjing Beast here, she would be busy enough, let alone playing.

Otherwise, don't want the green thorn beast?

Xing Qianyue thought.

After all, the only thing worth seeing about the Qingjing Beast was its identity as a rare divine beast.

But this green thorn beast.

Xing Qianyue looked at the behemoth outside the window.

Stupid, fat, fat, can't even understand human speech, let alone divine beasts, even ordinary beasts are not as good.

I don't think anyone else wants to be a pet like this.

Xing Qianyue was very entangled in her heart.

Forget it, don't want it, she can choose a spirit beast in the future.

There is no difference between a divine beast and a spirit beast when you study it carefully.

So, Xing Qianyue decided to sleep again and talk to Uncle Ning Mang about it later.

Uncle Ning Mang must be disappointed.

But there was no way to do it, she was so tired.

Thinking about it, Xing Qianyue lost consciousness......

Just as she was sleeping, she suddenly felt a chill in her body, and Xing Qianyue woke up.

"Ah...... Ahh As soon as she woke up, Xing Qianyue sneezed twice.

"Ah, it's so cold." Xing Qianyue hugged her arm and raised her head tremblingly, it turned out to be Ning Mang.

"Ning, Uncle Ning Mang, why is it so cold."

"Wake you up." Ning Mang said expressionlessly.

"That...... Uncle Ningmang, I want to tell you something......"

"What's the matter?"

"Uncle Ning Mang, I don't want the Qingjing Beast anymore." Facing Ning Mang's gaze, Xing Qianyue lowered her head a little embarrassed.

"Why don't you want it?" Ning Mang stared at Xing Qianyue and asked.

"I'm so tired...... I don't want it anymore. Xing Qianyue snorted, and after speaking, she raised her hand to Ning Mang, "Uncle Ning Mang, my hands and legs and my waist are all sore and sore. ”