After the little girl stuffed the sour hawthorn into his mouth, she was quite complacent, and raised her chin slightly, looking like a little kitten with her tail cocked.

"Do you know what it's called?"

"What's it called? Kiss? ”

Mingyue snorted lightly and ...... the sugar gourd in her mouth No, it's the hawthorn skewer in my hand, and I open my mouth with a little disgust, and I want to bite it.

I heard Qinghui say proudly, "This is called liking." ”

I know what it means to like!

And you're a fool now!

Lord Spirit Sword was quite proud.

Mingyue's body froze slightly, and the sour toothless hawthorn only bit halfway, looking at Qinghui.

Bite the hawthorn into your stomach and eat it, "Like?" ”

Qinghui nodded slightly.

"I like you, this kind of thing, you are my sword, we will always be together."

Qinghui Spirit Sword is originally from killing, the most simple and direct, tired of Hongchen trivialities, if someone is in the way, then a sword split, usually except for fighting is sleeping.

So I don't think about how to manage relationships at all, and I don't understand the thinking of ordinary people at all.

Or that she has no worries, everything she says and sees is in front of her.

Admitting it is admitting, liking it is liking, the original indomitable and irascible spirit sword was infected with emotions because of another spirit sword, this is a fact, she has never refuted it in her heart or behavior.

Her world is too simple and pure, and the simplicity is enviable.

is such a simple and straightforward words, which makes Mingyue at a loss.

The heart was beating too fast, and finally I looked at her in complete compromise.

"Like me?"

Qinghui nodded.

"But I don't know what I like."

Mingyue lowered her eyes, and the scattered flamboyance on her body subsided at this moment.

Qinghui vaguely seemed to see what she looked like when she first met Mingyue.

The other party also had this silent and indifferent attitude, but the aura on his body was quite gentle at that time, so some inexplicable people would always feel that the Bright Moon Sword Spirit was born with a gentle temperament.

Now it seems - it's bullshit.

Mingyue raised her eyes again, "I can refine my power, infinitely close to a form like yours, there will be body temperature, there will be a heartbeat, there will be an anthropomorphic state, but there will be no emotions." ”

The corners of his lips curled slightly, as if a little mocking, "After all, I'm just a half-finished product born from countless artifact fragments. ”

The voice was a little low, Qinghui never expected Mingyue to have such emotions.

Semi-finished products.

She had to think about one thing now.

If this plane was the plane before he was subdued by their sword master, then the spirit sword friend she had always thought of was also in this form before?

Qinghui's lips pursed slightly, and he reached out and poked his cheek, "What are you crying about?" ”

Mingyue, who didn't cry or even laughed at all: ?

"I didn't cry."

Qinghui, who had been smooth sailing from beginning to end, and had directly turned into a powerful sword spirit, nodded his heart, "The girls who are crying here, do you still need to hug Lord Spirit Sword?" ”

"What do you care about you, what is the need to make this expression, what do you like, Lord Lingjian didn't understand it at first."

Qinghui raised his head slightly, and his eyes, which were originally not shiny and lazy at the moment, seemed to have a bright light.

Didn't you teach me everything?

So what are you upset about?

Tsk, it's an eyesore.