[System: Don't be depressed by the host, Liu Xinyue stayed in the Demon Sect until she died, no one would have thought that her physique was so wasteful......]

[Anyang: I'm depressed about something else. 】

Back in the wing, An Yang sat on the bed and pulled the extraordinarily strong white binding spirit, [In the normal human world, this kind of white silk is used only by the dead. 】

When the system heard this, it couldn't help but shudder, and it immediately remembered the various terrible endings it had assumed before.

[Host, don't scare me. 】

[Anyang: The implication is not good, it seems that we all have to be cautious. 】

Ye Zhanyun originally thought that Anyang would be depressed for a few days because of the matter of Bai Ling.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, when passing by the practice room, I actually saw her carefully studying the White Binding Spirit.

He looked at her serious appearance, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, he used to be like this person, forgetting to sleep and eat in cultivation.

It's a pity that Anyang's foundation is too weak, and although he is smart, he won't have much attainment in cultivation.

Thinking like this, Ye Zhanyun's eyes flashed with hesitation, maybe he shouldn't have encouraged An Yang from the beginning......

His eyes inadvertently swept over Bai Ling, and Ye Zhanyun's face suddenly changed.

The satin was as white as new, and the rich black blood was eerily diffused outward, and the body was the first to react than the brain.

The sudden attack of power made An Yang not know what was going on, and the white binding spirit in his hand was ruthlessly snatched away by Ye Zhanyun, and then abandoned on the ground.

He seemed to be stimulated by something, and his rough breathing completely broke the peace of not eating fireworks in the past.

"Master, what's wrong......

His eyes were fixed on Bai Lingling, and it wasn't until An Yang's hand touched his back that he came back to his senses.

Looking at the white bound spirit on the ground, on the satin as white as snow, there is no filth at all.

"I didn't have a good rest. Did it scare you just now? ”

An Yang shook his head hesitantly, "Master, is there something wrong with the White Binding Spirit?" ”

"It has nothing to do with it." If An Yang could see Ye Zhanyun's appearance, he would find that his face was pale at the moment, and his pale pink lips were wet with cold sweat, looking unusually haggard.

And the tight sword fingers hooked, and the white bound spirit on the ground flew up obediently and landed firmly in his palm.

"The magic weapon decides its own master, I was rude just now," brushing away the dust on it, Ye Zhanyun handed it to An Yang again, "Although it is not a weapon used to kill, it must make sense to choose you." ”

"I will follow Master's teachings carefully," An Yang nodded yes. Although I was not happy in my heart, I still did enough drama on my face.

Ye Zhanyun didn't say anything more, and left in a hurry, covering up the fact that cold sweat was all over his body.

The uneasiness that came from the heart did not fade because of the change in the white bound spirit.

Just now, Bai Binding Spirit suddenly had an illusion, and he was the only one who saw it, so there should be another reason.

Frowning with a headache, he suddenly remembered what Yan Qingzhu muttered when he left, but he didn't expect it to bring back trouble.

He looked back and found that An Yang had run away at some point. The breath wafting in the air was already very faint, and it was obvious that he couldn't hold back and went down to the Cloud Palace.

The character is a little worse.,But it's hard to hide the cuteness.。 At least since she came, Lingxiao Mountain has started to become lively.

[System: The way he looked just now scared me, I guess I saw something.] 】

[Anyang: Now it seems that this white spirit is not useless, at least it scares Ye Zhanyun. 】

Putting the satin into his arms, [Wait for Ji Yanshu to come tomorrow, I'll ask him about it.] 】