"Murong Xing, you are really a good hand at using spirit butterflies."

She took a few steps back, her toes on the edge of the cliff, her face unhurried. She lifted her palm, and a magic pen was between her fingers. Her thoughts melted into shapes, and a flying ship appeared in front of her.

It's like a new life, like a new one. She didn't think too much about it, the figure had already leaned over, looking at the person in front of her, and the corners of her mouth pulled out the same smile.

"Are you going to keep playing?"

The voice is honey confidence, the ice and snow that is indifferent to the extreme, and the calmness in the wind, frost, rain and snow.

Murong Xing's face was pale, his hands were clenched into fists, the beads of sweat the size of beans had fallen, and he looked at the person in front of him and said, "You stinky and shameless slut are still talking about it here." The informant has already told me some of your information. ”

He was full of confidence that he wanted to get something better from Beilan Laiye, and his eyes stayed on his ears, which carried more than twice as much soul power as his own. Greed and desire gradually stained his brows, and his voice was urgent.

"Hmmm! ~ Hurry up and hand over these earrings, otherwise...... I started robbing. ”

The corner of the guy's eyes overflowed with a rogue look, with a smile, and everything was driven by it in an instant. There was a wind blowing in the corners of his skirt, and the psychedelic butterflies were floating back and forth on his fingers, and there was a cold chill in his eyes, which was far less calm and unhurried than Beilan Laiye.

She squinted, the huge hull of the ship in front of her, and the psychedelic butterflies clustered on the bow. It's like a giant screen, blocking everything from the periphery.

"I didn't expect that you had reached a good stage of controlling spirit beasts. But this kind of skill should be the skill of the beast master, why did it all change its flavor when it came to you? ”

"It has nothing to do with you, this is the secret of my Murong family." Murong Xing was a little weak-hearted, his fingertips were stained with his eyelids, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

Just looking ahead in a daze, the woman was full of spirits and had no timidity at all. Xu is number of spirit butterflies is not enough to completely defeat this person.

He gathered all his soul power into the imprint on his arm, urging a large number of spirit butterflies to come out of the canyon below the waterfall, and the number was extremely large, and it was expected to surpass modern technology.

"Beilan Laiye, you can't run away now, at least for me, you're just a clown jumping off the beam, don't mess with me."

The Murong family is not a fuel-efficient lantern, at least there are still many ways to deal with you as a crappy guy.

"Oh, the number of those spirit butterflies is quite large, but I'm afraid this treasure bag is not enough to collect your spirit beasts." Her eyes twinkled, her paintbrush had already sketched, and a precious bag was born, putting everything into plan.

The spirit bag encompassed the ship, and the psychedelic butterflies fluttered in their faces, fluttering towards the bag as always.

The void is non-existent because there is no seal in the bag.

"You guy.... This spirit pen was taken from the Spirit Artifact Island, and this is a new product. Murong Xing's eyes widened, he could see clearly, the person in front of him was holding a weapon on the Spirit Weapon Island, how could it be in her hands?

He ridiculed it regardless of it, and all those bad emotions were vented.