Fu Xiuyu was still approaching, not much away from Ling An's face.

From a distance, it looks like the corners of the lips are about to be touched.

And because of the special situation of spiritual cultivation, the white illusory figure looks dreamy and romantic, just like a fairy tale.

However, there is a gap between reality and imagination.

At a certain distance, the spiritual cultivator stopped, and then puffed out his cheeks......

"Whew!"

He blows violently, but the spirit is different from man, he blows out anger, and it does not carry any moisture.

Slightly cool mint-like aroma.

Ling An subconsciously closed his eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead was blown up.

The crease of the brow deepened.

The spiritual cultivator was confused, staring at the deep crease with a pair of eyes, as if he was a little unhappy.

He bragged so hard, why didn't he flatten out?

The spiritual cultivator puffed out his cheeks again, "Whew...... Not. ”

Just about to blow was blocked by a small hand, Ling An looked at the somewhat naïve second brother with a headache, and two cracks appeared on his expressionless little face: "Second brother, don't blow!" ”

That's angry!

The vitality that comes with spiritual cultivation is also the embodiment of his own vitality, achievement, status, etc., even if it is a little less, it will cause an inadvertent impact.

Maybe there will be a small illness, maybe there will be a little twists and turns in the career, or the road ahead will not be so smooth......

As a result, he said that he would blow it, and he didn't care about the consequences at all.

But she promised Shufeng that she would bring her second brother back unscathed.

Ling Xiu Yu blinked innocently, didn't struggle, just looked at her so obediently.

The corners of Ling An's mouth twitched slightly.

She really didn't understand how the second brother, who was noble and outstanding in reality, was so innocent and innocent, like a little sheep.

It stands to reason that even if a second brother is out of the body, he will have a little bit of his own personality traits.

Even if it's a little different, it's not so different, right?

Ling An was puzzled.

Wu Su is the old god in the nest on Ling An's shoulder, drowsy.

For anything else, it doesn't care anymore, and it's not dangerous anyway.

Ling An uncomfortably admonished Ling Xiuyu: "Don't blow anymore, don't hear it, be obedient, otherwise I won't care about you." ”

The spiritual cultivator did not respond.

Ling An sighed and slowly let go of his hand.

"Whew!"

There was another burst of cold incense.

Ling An: !!

She didn't realize that the anger blown by the spiritual cultivator had penetrated into her body without rejection, and under the nourishment of the anger, her milky white face appeared a little red.

White and red, it is beautiful.

It's just that there is no light at night, and no one else is there, and all that can be appreciated is an ignorant spirit.

Of course, not all anger is absorbed by her.

Others floated out.

Floated to the spirits......

Another spirit suddenly rushed in, Ling An's expression was awe-inspiring, and when he raised his eyes, his emerald eyes flashed with ghostly light.

Faster than her, however, was an arm.

It was fluttering but fanned over like a swift wind, and flew the sneak attack spirit fan.

Ling Xiuyu's breath suddenly turned cold, and the eyes that had been dazed and ignorant were also cold, and he got up, his figure was slender and straight, noble and indifferent.

Ling An finally saw some qualities belonging to Fu Xiuyu in him at this moment.

She was slightly stunned.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of more spirits ready to pounce.

Spirit, rioted.

Ling An instantly thought of the two angry mouthfuls that Ling Xiuyu had just blown.