But now he doesn't know anything, and he doesn't know if the precautions of those planes before can be used here.

However, when it came to the safety of this guy, Qinghui pursed his lips and didn't say anything in the end.

Withdrawing his hand, "Just leave it to me, if you're afraid to stay behind me." ”

Just like before, I'm charging in front, and you're cultivating in the back, isn't it?

It also saves you from snatching the spirit sword and fighting.

The more Qinghui thought about it, the more he felt that it was a good deal, he reached out and clenched his fist, and hammered it into his other palm, his eyes completely lit up, and he looked at him, "What do you think?" ”

The bright moon who was 'crying' was silent: ...... I don't think so.

But thinking of the little girl's words just now, he was silent for a moment.

"As your sword ......"

Qinghui nodded.

I saw him approach in an instant, "When you liked my sword body more, didn't you?" ”

After all, she is also a spirit sword, so it is natural that she prefers things like sword bodies, okay?

Or what does she like, like a hammer?

Qinghui tilted his head.

"Don't panic."

Qinghui stretched out his hand and touched him, the corners of his lips hooked slightly.

Even with such a shallow smile, he is extraordinarily arrogant in Qinghui.

"You won't, I'll teach you, you'll learn."

An indescribable emotion surged in Mingyue's heart.

I heard Qinghui speak again, "If you can't teach it once, then teach it a second time, and if you can't teach it a second time, then you will be a fool." ”

Moon:???

I feel that this is not the same as I imagined.

"But I don't dislike you either, you are just an old, weak, sick and disabled sword, no matter how stupid you are, there is no problem."

Qinghui nodded earnestly.

Moon:......

Okay.

Mingyue opened her mouth and took another bite of the hawthorn, and watched Qinghui start to gnaw on the other one seriously.

Is it really going to give him all ten hawthorn skewers?

Mingyue was a little speechless, her mouth was sour, but now it is even more sour.

***

Holding hands and hanging out in the sun.

Probably laziness is contagious, and after staying with Qinghui for a long time, Mingyue unknowingly has also contracted the habit of basking in the sun.

When he had nothing to do, he held Qinghui and lay on the big stone lazily basking in the sun.

It's very calm, it's very peaceful, and Mingyue really seems to feel something different.

I had a different idea about Qinghui, I used to treat her as a cub, but now when I see her, I want to take her into my arms.

And during this time, the monks who were looking for Qinghui finally reached the peak, mainly because the strength of Qinghui's spirit sword was too strong and too attractive, and the reason why it didn't spread before was because there were still monks who kept secrets and dreamed that they could monopolize Qinghui's spirit sword.

It's just that with the passage of time, everyone gradually recognizes the reality, just by relying on them, they can't do it, and the news of the Qinghui Spirit Sword can't be hidden, after all, such a powerful force has once appeared.

In the end, everyone who learned the news began a carpet search for Qinghui's whereabouts.

It made Qinghui feel quite bored, he didn't understand what was going on in the minds of these people, he didn't have much ability and always liked to daydream.

Even with Mingyue, he was very tired of them.

This boredom is gradually mixed with other emotions.

It's not just because of the other party's interruptions.

There is also the covetous gaze that the other party fell on Qinghui.

It made him feel very uncomfortable.

I want to break their backbones inch by inch, trample people under their feet, and tell everyone.

Qinghui is his, and no one is allowed to covet it.