It's like patrolling territory.

It's just that there is really nothing to see in this small courtyard, it is the most ordinary residence that the outer disciples can get on the mountain peaks on the periphery of the Sword Sect by doing some tasks and getting some contribution points.

Xie Feiran lowered his eyes, and with a little caution untied the sword he was holding in his arms, the sharp sword body, the hilt was cold in the hand, like jade, but it was glowing with a beautiful blue metallic light.

Xie Feiran had never seen such a good-looking spirit sword, not to mention, he raised his eyes.

Looking at the little girl flying around in his small courtyard, she was only a few years older than him, and it was this spirit sword-sword spirit?

But doesn't it mean that the spirit sword has to give birth to a sword spirit, the conditions are very harsh, and in the entire immortal cultivation world, there are not a few spirit swords with sword spirits?

Moreover, although he stayed in the Sword Sect because of her, they didn't actually have a contract.

Because of this, the sense of instability in Xie Feiran's heart has not yet dissipated.

I saw the little girl floating in the air looking for a 'feng shui treasure' in her heart and beckoning to him, signaling him to come over.

Then the little body fluttered, lying on the stone table in the courtyard, and the white soft fingers tapped the table, "Put me here!" ”

Is there any particular reason to put it here?

Yes – it's sunny enough for a nap.

Qinghui lazily narrowed his big lazy eyes, seeing that he was about to fall asleep as a spirit.

Xie Feiran packed up his emotions, raised his feet and walked over, hesitated for a moment, put the spirit sword in his hand on the table, and then looked at the young man who looked drowsy because of the sun, squinting his eyes, and a little immature and elegant, "I'm Xie Feiran." ”

Weapons that can appear spiritual wisdom have generally existed for a long time, and they are worthy of the seniors of these outer monks.

But the delicate-looking gloomy child with scattered hair just lowered his eyes faintly and whispered his name to the other party.

Apparently with their own thoughts.

At least if the other person is willing to tell his name, he agrees with himself.

Qinghui lifted his eyelids and looked at his little arms and legs, feeling that he didn't know how long he would have to wait for the other party to soar into the sky.

Finally, there was a plane where she could be a little more happy, but she came a step late.

Angry.

So Qinghui raised his hand and moved his fingertips.

Xie Feiran saw the spirit sword on the table and turned over.

Paralysis is good.

The other side is hot, turn over and bask on the other side.

The essence of the sun and moon in the immortal cultivation world is really different, comfortable.

Qinghui sighed in his milk, rubbed his eyes with his little hands, and lay down.

Xie Feiran didn't hear Qinghui's answer, his fingertips contracted slightly, the corners of his lips pursed for a moment, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

Until the light where Qinghui was lying on his stomach was covered by a small corner of the little boy who stood there motionless.

The shallow coffee kept shouting in his ear about the sun-drowsy Qinghui.

Qinghui was annoyed, so he lifted his eyelids, and only then did he see the little boy who was still in front of him a little embarrassed, and sighed.

I opened my eyes a little dazedly.

'Huh? What else is he standing here for? ’

Lord Spirit Sword has begun to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, why should you go and what are you going to do, why are you still afraid that she will run away?

And, even if she was going to run, shouldn't she be afraid that he would run??

How come it feels more and more upside down after a few planes?