It's like when Qinghui was used as a spirit sword, the force of poking him with the hilt of the sword was exactly the same.

Qinghui has poked for so many years, and he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong at all.

The other party's soft and jade-like fingertips poked at her cheeks, with the faint chilly aura on her body, Xie Feiran's eyes were slightly dark.

It still looks a little soft, and the corners of his lips are slightly hooked.

The little girl opened her round eyes, her big eyes blinked, poked each other's cheeks at once, and then spoke, the white little tiger teeth looming between her crimson lips, "What do you want to do?" ”

I haven't cultivated well yet.

Xie Feiran laughed in a low voice, raised his hand, gently held her fingertips, and easily avoided the topic, "This is what I found in the forest next to me when I was practicing swords a few days ago, but there are not many of them, if you like it, I'll find you some later?" ”

Originally, I thought that if I got any spirit beasts, I could use this to spice them, but this kind of spirit beast was infested with few in the surrounding area, and it was normal to not see it once for a long time.

So I still couldn't hold back, and directly flushed honey water for her.

Qinghui sighed, and just as he was about to nod, he felt the unfamiliar spiritual power fluctuations outside the door.

Xie Feiran also felt it and glanced out.

His eyes darkened for a moment, and then he turned his head to look at Qinghui.

The girl in the blue robe stood in front of him, and also turned her head to look at the door, her delicate and small chin curved beautifully, with a trace of arrogance that belonged to her, and her big eyes were still lazy and lackluster, and it could be seen that she didn't put the people outside in her eyes.

Of course, the few people outside are not worth looking at his original cultivation.

It's just that he doesn't want to expose Qinghui's particularity to others before he is so powerful.

And—

His white Adam's apple slid up and down, and there seemed to be a dark light in his eyes, and then he reached out, his fingertips moving slightly, but he still poked over.

Then Qinghui turned his head, and he felt a force on his shoulder.

Then the whole person threw himself into the arms with a little cold breath.

The tip of his nose rubbed against his clothes.

Xie Feiran's hands tightened silently, he lowered his head, the smile on the corner of his lips was soft, and his eyes were also silent.

Watching Qinghui raise his eyes from his arms, he lifted his eyelids: En? What are you doing?

Faintly aware that something seemed to be wrong, Qinghui raised his eyes and didn't speak, he saw that the other party looked serious and serious, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this action, and discussed with her in a low voice, "You are still too conspicuous like this, can you change back to sleep first?" ”

After all, as a sword before, he had been held by him like this, and when he thought about it so carefully, there seemed to be no problem, and this person's words instantly made Qinghui throw away that little sense of disobedience.

His eyes were round, and he hummed from his nose, looking very dissatisfied.

"Outside, a group of Luobei, do I need to avoid?"

What's the difference between this and Lord Spirit Sword being afraid of them?! If you have the ability, come and fight with Lord Lingjian!

If you have a resistance mentality, you just don't beat it hard enough.

Qinghui nodded earnestly.

Hearing this analogy, Xie Feiran couldn't help laughing.

It is worthy of being with Qinghui for so many years, Xie Feiran naturally knows that the Luo Bei in the other party's mouth refers to those guys who have no strength.