Hiss!

I knew that Ling Xiuyu's anger had a fatal attraction to the spirit, but I didn't expect that such a faint wisp of anger could cause such a big reaction.

Can't stay here!

Ling An got up decisively and took Ling Xiuyu's hand: "Go!" ”

Her feet were like stepping on the wind, and she rushed directly into the spirit group with spiritual cultivation.

The nightmare eyes were mighty, and everywhere the glow could reach, it melted like ice and snow, and with the unwilling poignant sound when the spirit dissipated into the world, she forced her way out and rushed out with spiritual cultivation.

Ling Xiuyu had no weight, and fell lightly behind Ling An.

His eyes stared at the back of Ling An's head, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked up a smile.

The ignorant and dazed eyes seemed to be dyed with warmth.

Ling An's speed is already extremely fast, but Ling's speed is even faster.

In a short time, many spirits came after them.

Ling An is not merciless, making full use of her female advantages, her eyes, limbs, and even her hair are her weapons.

In just a few moments, I don't know how many spirits dissipated in her hands.

The spirit is not afraid, not afraid, only greedy for food.

Ling An suddenly withdrew.

Such a one-sided slaughter is really boring.

Syllable!

Spiritual Yu slapped away a rushing spirit again.

When Ling An looked over, sometimes innocent, dazed, ignorant, shrunken and helpless...... Devotional.

Ling An: ......

She tilted her head, always feeling that something was not right.

But I can't say it.

"Let's go!" Ling An tightened the hand of the spiritual cultivator and continued the escape.

There is no purpose, no order, and you run wherever you see it.

Finally, he stopped on a three-story roof, and there were not many spirits left behind him.

Most of them are behind the large army, and they are still chasing slowly.

Although it is a spirit, it is not without consumption, so those who can always chase after Ling An are all slightly clearer in their limbs and facial features.

However, after such a long pursuit, the influence of spiritual anger on them has dissipated.

They reverted to a state where they did not dare to get close.

Ling An breathed a sigh of relief.

The slightly cold incense came over again, and Ling An didn't look back, raising his hand against someone's chin and pushing it away, raising his chin slightly.

"Don't blow anymore, again!"

Ling An threatened very imposingly.

Anyway, the current second brother is a spirit and doesn't understand anything.

Ling Xiuyu looked at her and didn't say a word.

Ling An felt a sense of powerlessness inexplicably, and suddenly realized that he was still holding his hand, and quickly let go.

Ling Xiuyu's ignorant and dazed eyes instantly turned cold.

As soon as his hand moved slightly, he took the initiative to hold Ling An's hand.

Ling An: "Huh? ”

She looked down and looked at the two hands that were clasped together, one illusory and one solid, silently.

She struggled: "Second brother, it's safe now, and I won't lose you, so I don't have to pull it." ”

Ling Xiuyu's hand didn't seem to have much strength, but Ling An couldn't break free.

She frowned slightly: "Second brother......"

As soon as he raised his head and met a pair of cold eyes, Ling An moved his lips, and inexplicably coaxed: "Okay, you can hold it if you want to." ”

Ling Xiuyu was satisfied, and his cold eyes softened.

Ling An sat on the eaves, and he sat down with him.

The figures of the two were close together, to be precise, Lingxiu Yu unilaterally took the initiative to stay close to Ling An, and did not give Ling An a chance to dodge.

As soon as Ling An had an opinion, his eyes turned cold.

There is a sense of déjà vu that Sister is angry.

Ling Antian is not afraid of Sister A, of course, the closest is Sister A.