Well, this kind of upright bullying and squeezing him feels really good.

Especially when he saw this child frozen in a daze, let her beat, and look like he was being bullied miserably.

I always feel that I am above board, and I never bully the weak Qinghui, who feels a little cool.

No, this is not called bullying the weak, this is a teaching from Lord Lingjian.

Lord Spirit Sword, never bully the weak!

Then the hilt of the sword adjusted its direction, from a rubbing motion to a poke.

The young man's white and pure little face was poked out of a small nest by this domineering sword.

Qinghui stepped back, watched the dimple of his cheek bounce back, leaned in again, and poked down.

A bit of childish play.

It's just that in addition to eating, sleeping, and fighting, the other party is obviously three minutes hot, and maybe he can add another persistence to fight with Mingyue.

It's just a few bullies, so I'm too lazy to bully.

Sleepy and cute, he lay in his arms, pretending to be an ordinary spirit sword that could no longer be ordinary, and even the aura around him was hidden.

Before going to bed, he didn't forget to urge him to cultivate.

The surroundings were quiet, and it looked like Qinghui had gone to sleep completely.

The little boy with a delicate face was still standing in place, his lips were slightly pale, obviously he was cultivating immortals, but the other party looked a little pale and soft, and he didn't look good.

At this moment, his long black eyelashes drooped low, covering the color of his eyes, and his snow-white fingers poked out, touching Qinghui's hilt slightly with a hint of caution.

Xie Feiran didn't expect that what he felt was something he couldn't ask for before, so lightly placed in front of his eyes and within reach...... No, it was directly stuffed into his hand.

That unreal feeling made the corners of his lips a little uncontrollable, revealing the excitement in his heart.

Then the spiritual power in the body ran to the Lingfu, and the calm and quiet little boy who had been tempered in various things was rare like a child at the moment, a little helpless, with his shallow aura, quietly, with a little satisfaction, touched the contract mark between him and Qinghui in the Lingfu.

This is the spiritual power connection between the two, and when he touches it like this, Qinghui can naturally feel it.

Xie Feiran only felt the sword in his hand tremble, as if he had been awakened.

Then, before he could speak, the irritable little ancestor who was woken up directly wanted to knock him on the head again.

But I don't know if I remembered something, but I was probably afraid that I would knock him on the head too often and knock him stupid, so the hilt of the sword turned and poked his face viciously.

Don't disturb Lord Lingjian's rest!

Poke you.

Xie Feiran didn't move, watched Qinghui finish poking people, and went back to rest.

Through the contract, you can feel that there is no benefit for the other party to establish a contract with you, and even because his spiritual power is too weak, he is tired and sleepy.

Xie Feiran hugged Qinghui to a sunny place next to him, spread out his coat, and put Qinghui on it.

There is a sword on the big rock, and there are clothes underneath, how strange this picture looks.

Xie Feiran couldn't hide the softness in his eyes.

Looking down at his fingers, his eyes were slightly certain, and then he turned around and took the wooden sword and began to practice the sword.

He has already obtained the best he prayed for, so naturally he must do his best to be worthy.