Look at this gaze, it must be an admiring gaze.

Qinghui thought so, raised his small chin, and even the uncomfortable feeling caused by the difference in spiritual power between the two seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

Seeing that he was still stunned, he roughly felt the spiritual power in his body, and Qinghui simply turned into a spiritual sword in an instant and jumped into his arms.

Having made a spiritual contract like this means that this spiritual sword has its owner, as long as Xie Feiran did not deliberately urge the spiritual power to harm himself, this kind of touch will not hurt him.

It's just that......

Xie Feiran came back to his senses, feeling an extra mark of a contract in his spiritual mansion, and before he could feel what it was like, the door of his head was knocked a few more times.

The little ancestor in his arms now looks like a sword, but he is full of arrogance, and he has a natural momentum.

It is this momentum that knocks on people's heads as a matter of course, and puts it on a sword......

The delicate and beautiful little boy subconsciously shrank his head, he hadn't grown much yet, his face was fair and delicate, and his eyes were still a little childishly round, and his breath was a little gloomy when he was usually silent, but at this moment he was holding a sword in his arms, his eyes were round, with a little surprise.

The gloomy atmosphere of youth and old age dissipated all of a sudden, bringing out a hint of immature youth.

He tilted his head and wanted to hide, but he was reluctant to let go of the sword in his arms.

I had to turn my head sideways like this, staring at the spirit sword in my arms.

Little Ancestor Qinghui felt the feeling of being held as an ancestor.

Well, pretty good.

So after knocking on the person, he took care of himself to find a place in his arms.

Immediately afterwards, the sweet and low voice sounded in his ears.

'Put me over there, the one with the best sunshine, you, cultivate.' ’

Cultivate well, these little arms and legs can't withstand the toss of the Spirit Sword Lord.

Qinghui said this, his tone was still a little lazy, in addition to that arrogance, there was also a bit of a sense of obedience.

Xie Feiran subconsciously took two steps to the side.

His footsteps stopped, he was standing in the shadow of the trees with Qinghui just now, and now he took a few steps outside, and the uncovered sunlight fell on his face.

He lowered his eyes, and his dark eyes looked particularly good in the sun.

Qinghui was about to fall asleep in a drowsy state, but seeing him like this again, those eyes were very gorgeous for a moment, even if it was not the colorful black on Qinghui's heart, but the glimmer was also very beautiful in his eyes.

Mingyue is not good looking in these planes, although Qinghui has a bit of a problem with aesthetics, but he already likes this kind of beautiful thing, and the dazzling black with light is even more cool in Qinghui's eyes.

So the slightly cool spirit sword moved again.

Xie Feiran subconsciously closed his eyes, ready to be knocked.

Feeling the other party approaching him, he opened his eyes, his body froze suddenly, and then he felt his cheeks rubbed so slightly by the cold jade touch.

Originally, I wanted to get closer and see the color of his eyes, but as soon as I got closer, the light dissipated a little, and there was no more dazzling feeling just now.

Qinghui looked a little depressed and looked closer, making sure that the light was gone.

In the end, he was a little dissatisfied with the hilt of his sword to slap his delicate little face.

After thinking about it, I felt that it was not enough for him, and I was lazy and lazy and rubbed back and forth like this.

It's already lazy.,Naturally don't use much strength.。。

Xie Feiran: !