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At this moment, the singing kite has its eyes closed, and there is a red cinnabar on its light face.

And the red cinnabar was surrounded by golden patterns.

The golden pattern still glowed with a soft golden light, but the cinnabar mole had been dimmed, and it was inconspicuous in the golden light.

Immediately, the gold streaks grew along the eyebrow bones of the kite, and suddenly it was born to the tail of the kite's eyes, and at first glance, it seemed to have a delicate forehead ornament.

The golden veins seemed to have lost their origin of continued growth, and the golden veins at the end of the eyes flickered a few times, and the golden light returned to the golden veins.

After a while, the golden veins gradually faded, and even the cinnabar mole disappeared on the face of the kite.

As the cinnabar mole disappeared from the face of the chirping kite, the cinnabar mole between Lingwu's forehead resurfaced.

Lingwu seemed to hear the sound of his heart beating in his chest, and his face as a child swelled with emotions called longing.

"Kite ......"

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When the kite woke up, it was already the middle of the day.

She got up, stood by the window, and gently pushed open the window, and it was only a faint light at the moment, when night and day were alternate.

Ming Kite took a deep breath, this was the first time she felt the power swirling in this body since she came to this world, and her five senses could even be heard on the streets outside Nafu at this moment.

The kite held out her hand, and she could see that something was scrambling to burrow into her body.

Is the cultivation of this world still fully automatic? Ming Kite said in his heart.

She casually asked in her heart, but found that no one answered, and Ming Kite was slightly stunned.

She raised her hand, and the jade wrench was shrunk by half at the moment, looking at it like an ordinary jade ring, inconspicuous.

Ming Kite tried it and found that the storage space could be opened, but the small world was like being blocked, and it couldn't enter at all, naturally, and couldn't sense Lingwu at all.

For the first time, her brows were twisted together in confusion, as if she did not understand the situation in front of her.

Helpless.

These four words appear again in the world of the kite.

So Ming Kite stared at the inconspicuous jade ring slightly, helplessly, and exhaled.

Insatiable.

It was the most likely person she could think of who knew what was going on.

But how did she contact him?

At this moment, the corner of the dark red coat entered the eyelashes of the singing kite.

She slowly lifted her eyelids, then tilted her head slightly, looking out the window at the man who was smiling at her.

It's supposed to be a dream, right? Ming Kite thought to himself, otherwise what would this person say about Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Until Insatiable pushed the door open and entered the house, Ming Kite still didn't react, although there was still no fluctuation on her face.

Tired glanced at the room, snapped his fingers, and the candle flame jumped up on its own, and seeing that Ming Kite didn't seem to have any intention of letting him sit down, Insatiable had to sit down on his own.

"It seems that Lingwu has gotten rid of it."

His voice was as lazy as ever, and with a clear voice, he woke up the stunned chirping kite one by one.

Mingkite turned her upper body and looked at Insatiable calmly.

Insatiable seemed to think of something, and suddenly even the tips of his eyebrows were smiling, he had just clearly caught the slightest hint of resistance on Ming Kite's body.

It seems to have upset the little guy last time.

Seeing that the smile was even stronger, the brows that had been loosened by Ming Kite were screwed up again.

"What's going on?" Ming Kite opened his mouth and said, since he came, he simply asked directly.

As for the rest.

I can't beat it now, Ming Kite said it to herself in the bottom of her heart, as if she was soothing the manic little creature in her heart.

The insatiable eyes bent slightly when they laughed, dyeing the clear bones with a lot of warmth.

If the first meeting of the boring is far away from the world's demon fairy, the second meeting of the boring is the noble and compassionate gods, then the boring sitting in front of the kite today is the red-clothed young man who stepped on the snow.

Like, whiter? Ming Kite muttered in her heart.

Is it because you're wearing red again?

Insatiable raised his forehead lazily with his right hand, and his left hand poked out of the wide cuffs, beckoning slightly to the kite.

The kite took a slight half step back.

A low smile overflowed from the insatiable mouth, and he didn't seem to be annoyed by the half-step back, but as if he was being pleased.

"Little one." The insatiable mood opened his mouth very well, and every word was wrapped in a smile.

"Come here."

His voice lowered his voice, and his already moist voice suddenly became much darker, and the lazy biting of words made the two words suddenly have a bit of a bewitching meaning.

What's more, after he finished saying those two words, his eyes, which were originally slightly crooked, suddenly turned into crescent moons.

It was like a few small flowers that suddenly emerged in the cold snow, and the petals were still trembling with silver millet, but at this moment, they melted on the petals, and disappeared into the branches along the veins of the petals.

He folded the flower and handed it to her like this, and with that smile like the rising sun in spring, he gently called the little one.

Accompanied by the shouts of the early risers, there was even the smell of food in the morning market.

And just like that, wrapped together, it fascinated her eyes.

"Little one, come here."

She was bewitched.

So she slowly stood in front of him.

The insatiable and moist laughter gently brushed the face of the chirping kite.

His fingertips casually touched an inch away from the center of Ming Kite's eyebrows, obviously there was still some distance, but Ming Kite felt a sudden chill in the center of his eyebrows.

After a moment, Insatiable lowered his hand.

"Lingwu is fine, consume too much, and fall asleep."

"I'll wake up in about two or three months."

Ming Kite looked at Boring steadily, as if she was not very satisfied with his answer, and seeing that Boring didn't mean to speak again, she blinked.

Suddenly, a string of laughter overflowed from Wuying's mouth.

"The little guy was lucky this time, and he almost absorbed more than half of the power of the Sycamore Blood Tree."

"Hmm, when Lingwu wakes up, it is estimated that there will be a lot of trouble."

"The Sycamore Blood Tree is originally a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and the little guy doesn't need to bother with it, it will transform the spiritual energy into spiritual power by itself."

"However, the little guy can't slack off, if he doesn't practice diligently, he is likely to explode and die."

After saying that, with a flick of his insatiable fingers, Ming Kite felt that he had some more memories in his mind that did not belong to him, which was a period of cultivation.

"Hmm, the little guy just cultivates according to this."

"As for the rest, the little one will take care of it himself."

After saying so many words at once, Insatiable seemed to be a little tired, and his eyes drooped with a drowsy look.

Ming Kite tilted her head slightly, still asking the question she had been wondering about.

"Why?"

Insatiable raised his eyes lazily, as if he didn't understand what Ming Kite was asking, but Ming Kite just stared at Insatiable.

After a while, he sighed helplessly, as if there was nothing he could do with her, and his eyebrows were full of good meaning.

He lowered his hand on his head, and the smile on his face narrowed a little.

There was inexplicable emotion in his eyes like good obsidian, and his long eyelashes were half blocked.

That gaze, as if crossing a long time and space, fell softly on the body of the chirping kite.