"Master" suddenly a voice remembered in Zichen's mind.

"Who's talking?" Zichen was a little surprised, in the purple ring, there would be other voices besides himself and Xiu.

"Master, I'm Xiao Ding," replied a "cowardly" little boy's voice.

Zichen looked at the medicine tripod in front of him, "Is this medicine tripod in front of me?" ”

"Yes, master!"

"Are you the machine spirit of Yaoding?"

"Eun!"

"Can you transform into a human form?" Zichen's eyes were full of anticipation, and his voice sounded so good, so it should look good.

"Eun, yes!" , and then a little Shota about three years old appeared on the table, "Wow, ah... Xiaoding, you are so cute! Looking at the delicate little man in front of him, Zichen's eyes lit up, "It's so cute, it's definitely very enjoyable to pinch it on your face", Zichen thought like this, and actually did it, two small hands pinched Xiao Ding's delicate little face, and automatically ignored Xiao Ding's expression of crying.

"Master, pain......" Xiao Ding wrinkled his face, and the grievances in his eyes complained of the master's tyrannical behavior.

"Xiao Ding is good, let the master pinch it, and ...... it" Zichen automatically ignored Xiao Ding's accusation.

Suddenly, Zichen kissed Xiao Ding's face, and suddenly quieted down, Xiao Ding sat there in a daze, not knowing why the master kissed himself, his first kiss, woo woo, that's it...... Xiao Ding had an expression of wanting to cry.

Looking at Xiao Ding's expression, and the saliva on his face, Zichen also felt that his behavior just now was too faceless Zichen thought that Xiao Ding was frightened by his behavior, if she knew what Xiao Ding was thinking, then she would definitely sigh, Xiao Ding, how old are you... But Zichen didn't know what Xiao Ding thought...

Suddenly, "Master, your saliva, woo woo woo ......" Xiao Ding looked like he was about to cry,

"The master is disinfecting Xiaoding! Xiao Ding obediently ......", Zichen explained embarrassedly.

But Xiao Ding's face was very clean...... Xiaoding washes his face every day, woo woo ......"

Looking at Xiao Ding's aggrieved expression, Zichen felt like he had done something heinous (in fact, you had done a heinous thing, pinching the face of a two- or three-year-old child, looking at the handprints on this face, tsk)

"Xiao Ding, isn't the Nine Dragons Flame Ding very powerful, is it an artifact?" Zichen's eyes lit up and looked at the Nine Dragons Flame Ding, just like seeing a beautiful man with "****".

"How can the Nine Dragons Flame Ding be the kind of garbage of the artifact" Xiao Ding looked at Zichen with disdain, why is the master so embarrassed, woo woo, it's too embarrassing for me, Xiao Ding said in his heart.

"It's just...... Master, your ability is too low, and you can now exert less than one ten-thousandth of its ability."

Looking at Zichen's increasingly depressed little face, Xiao Ding comforted, "Master, now its ability of less than one ten-thousandth is equivalent to a high-grade holy weapon, when you upgrade to the spirit god level, you can exert all its abilities, so master, you must improve your strength as soon as possible now."

"Well, I will definitely work hard to cultivate" Zichen's face was no longer joking, his eyes were full of determination, he knew from the previous life that strength was king, no strength, no own strength, everything was false, without strength everyone could trample you under their feet, no one would sympathize, the strong were respected