The little girl in his arms turned into a beautiful spirit sword, and the hilt of the sword smashed straight at his head.

This scene really feels familiar.

But he had clearly never seen or experienced such a thing, after all, no spirit sword dared to chase him and hit him in the head.

It's all been like this anyway.

And as the guy said just now, the annoying guy is getting the news of the birth of the spirit sword, and he keeps coming to this side.

This place obviously can't be stayed.

Mingyue dodged back, looking at the little irascible sword that was showing off its might in the air, and the blue streamer on the silver sword body kept flashing.

It's beautiful.

Mingyue who watched it was itching in her heart.

Then he snorted.

It's his sword, and he's itching for something.

So it turned into a black long sword neatly.

Before Qinghui could react, he felt that his sword body was supported like this, and then he was dragged and flew directly outside.

Qinghui: ???

Wasn't she beating someone just now?

How did it suddenly turn out that he flew with her??

If there were monks around at this moment, you would definitely see this miraculous scene.

A black sword was dragging a silver-blue spirit sword towards the sky.

The silver-blue spirit sword looked a little dazed and didn't come back to its senses.

Qinghui fell into a deep dazedness, and for the first time felt that his brain circuits could not keep up with him.

In the end, he collapsed on the black sword, too lazy to move.

Mingyue didn't notice Qinghui's dazed mood at all, and after finding out that Qinghui fell directly on him, he flew faster.

There was only an afterimage left along the way, and I came to a mountain forest.

It's foggy here.

As soon as he got closer, Qinghui felt that the aura on this side could isolate the spiritual power.

But - not in the sun.

The black sword stopped, changed back to its flamboyant appearance, and wanted to run when he saw the little spirit sword turn around and jump.

Mingyue stretched out her hand and grabbed Qinghui, "Cub, where are you going?" ”

It's all in place.

I saw the silver-blue spirit sword flickering and flickering.

Mingyue is also a machine spirit, so she can naturally understand what the little girl in the spirit sword state is saying.

If he understood correctly, the little girl was saying, "I don't want to stay here and not get in the sun?"

Sunbathe?

Why bask in the sun.

Can't understand Qinghui's desire for the essence of the sun and the moon.

Stretched out his hand and dragged the little spirit sword into his arms, "What is there to bask in the sun." ”

Qinghui is irritable.

You can't fight, you can't warm the bed yet.

In addition to absorbing and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, eating, sleeping and sleeping, is there anything else Jian Sheng can do?

In the end, Qinghui, who was dragged back by the hilt of the sword, was paralyzed.

Salted fish, motionless.

Mingyue felt that the little spirit sword that was still tug-of-war with her just now suddenly seemed to have turned into an ordinary sword, and the whole sword lost its brilliance.

He subconsciously held the sword in his arms, and asked a little funny, "Then what do you want to do?" Since you are my cub, it will satisfy you. ”

Return the cubs, return the cubs!

Qinghui's hilt cocked, flicked it in his face in annoyance, and then fell again.

And then there's it - hungry.

Mingyue touched her chin that had been knocked out, felt the child's thoughts again, and spoke, "It's still quite close to the human monk's market, why don't you go to the market?" ”

Interested in this?

Qinghui paused, and the hilt of his sword cocked.