Or is it not impossible that you can't wait to grill another fish for Lord Lingjian.

Qinghui propped himself up, then thought about it and collapsed again.

It's okay, it's enough to eat one grilled fish at a time, and it's a little greasy if you don't change the tricks.

Salted fish, but the spirit sword lord who had a pursuit thought, and yawned lazily again, looking unmotivated.

'Ka Ka, why is he, still not going to cultivate? ’

Or is it that Lord Spirit Sword is whipping him?

Thinking of this, Qinghui lay on the stone a little irritably.

'Why, he's so troublesome. ’

Every time it's a mother-in-law's, can't it be neat?

The little girl leaned sideways lazily.

I think it's still the Spirit Sword Lord who is the most neat and decisive!

Light coffee: ...... You're not too neat and decisive – impulsive?

Even if it is a spirit sword, she has never seen such a militant as her own host, the irascible spirit sword, oh, of course, she has never seen a spirit sword that directly salts fish and lies on the corpse without fighting, and sometimes simply pretends to be dead, and does not care about people's life or death.

I heard that Qinghui used to pretend to be an ordinary spirit sword for a long time, and it wasn't until there was a fight that she could see that she moved.

Now that I think about it, Qinghui is already very face-saving.

Shallow coffee, who was suddenly comforted, paused, and then suddenly thought of a more serious question, which she and Qinghui both ignored.

'Lord Spirit Sword, you...... Did you forget to give Lord Mingyue a name......

Qinghui: ???

What's the name?

Cook? Or a stove?

What more do you want?

Why doesn't he go straight to heaven now? When it was a spirit sword, it was easy to go to heaven, but now with those little arms and legs, what do you want to do?

Let's be honest.

Qinghui seriously thought for a while and nodded.

Light Coffee: '...... No, Lord Qinghui, you are now Lord Mingyue's spirit sword in the eyes of others, if you don't make a contract, Lord Mingyue may be a little difficult to do later, and if you make a contract, won't Lord Mingyue be able to run? ’

Qinghui and Mingyue don't know how long they have been stocked as spirit swords, and Qinghui has long forgotten that there is such a thing.

After a pause, he slapped his little hand on the big rock and jumped down lightly.

It makes sense.

Xie Feiran looked at Qinghui for a long time, and was about to get up and go to cultivate.

I watched Qinghui flash directly to him and reached out to hold his hand.

"You said it earlier." The little girl muttered decadently.

Rounding around the bush, you don't know what you want to do.

Lord Spirit Sword forgot about this, can't you remind me?

In a word: a thousand mistakes are not the fault of Lord Lingjian.

This pot, whoever loves to carry it will carry it.

After all, if you have a lot of backs, it is easy to be locked up in a small black room, and Lord Spirit Sword cannot be locked up in a small black house.

Xie Feiran was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he felt a somewhat arrogant spiritual power break in directly.

The sense of presence was extremely strong, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all, and then that brutal spiritual power, unexpectedly, soft, established a relationship with his trace of spiritual power.

Deeds.

"Hmm."

The strength of one person and one sword is completely unequal now, and this kind of contract is a little uncomfortable for Qinghui, the little girl's voice was soft, she raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows, looking at the other party stunned and raising her eyes, looking at her own appearance.

The little boy looked delicate and pale, with a hint of sickness, and looked at people in such a daze, a little soft.

Qinghui, who felt that he was instantly taller: Lord Spirit Sword, is indeed the most powerful.

Then he raised his hand and slapped him on the head, blinking his eyes.

Well, I'll cover you from now on.