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Better? Is there a good one who has lived the ancient beast ice python?

Xing Lian sneered in his heart, but his face was so aggrieved that he almost wanted to cry. "But Xing'er really likes it......"

Nangong Ru was almost mad.

This North Park gave it to her, and when Ning Xi came back, it would not be too late to take it, but the Phantom Kite was not so easy to let it, once the contract was signed by this woman, it would be impossible to get it back when the time came.

Not only that, but if the Phantom Kite forms a contract, according to the first-class defense of this Warcraft, how will he attack this little slut in the future?

It is related to the prosperity of the Nangong family, and it is impossible for her to make the mistake of the past and let this demonic beast in vain.

"Xing'er, give it back to your mother, if you really like it, your mother can often take you to Nangong Mansion to see it in the future." After thinking about it, Nangong Ru softened her voice again.

Looking at Qiao Xinglian's appearance, he probably hasn't understood the benefits of the Phantom Kite yet, and now as long as he deceives her and lets her go, everything will be easy to say next.

"Really?" Xing Lian blinked, glanced down at the spirit bird in his arms, then looked up at Nangong Ru, and slowly stretched out his hand.

Nangong Ru was overjoyed in her heart, and immediately reached out to pick it up, "Of course it's true, you can go whenever you want, my mother will definitely agree!" ”

Just as she was about to touch this group of shining birds, the girl who had handed it over retracted her hand again, pursed her mouth and held back her voice for a while, with a cry in her voice, "However, Xing'er wants to see it every day, every moment!" ”

“……”

I only felt that her blood was surging for a while, if she didn't reluctantly restrain herself, she was really afraid that she would not be able to control it, and raised her hand and asked for her life directly in front of Xiangye.

The three parties were at an impasse for a while, and the silence in the room was terrible.

Xing Lian forcibly suppressed the smile in his heart, and the hand holding the spirit bird tightened and tightened, forcing him not to laugh out loud.

It's so interesting, the expression on Nangong Ru's face is simply richer than a clown.

One moment angry, one moment happy, and now it turns into anger again.

Oh, blue and red, red and white face, which makes people feel more happy.

It's just that this star refining is tightly hugged, but the phantom kite over there is about to be strangled to death by her.

Feeling that the internal organs were about to be squeezed out of her throat, its body flashed, and it turned into ten thousand streamers of light flowing out of her arms, slowly concentrating on the bed, and turning into shape again.

"Howling ——!" A sharp whistle came out, venting her dissatisfaction with the girl who pretended to be wronged.

With an empty bosom, Xinglian's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes immediately glanced at the uncooperative bird, full of warning.

Want to run? Dare to go back to Nangong's house, she immediately went to dismantle the Phantom Flow Pagoda overnight!

"Phantom Kite!" Nangong Ru saw the Phantom Kite get out, her face was happy, and she stepped forward and wanted to summon it.

It's a pity that a certain arrogant spirit bird didn't even look at her, and still glared angrily at Xinglian, of course, if that mung bean little eye could see the anger.

A trace of light swept through a certain part of her body again, gently touching Xinglian's forehead, and a drop of ice-blue liquid fell, which turned bright red in the blink of an eye, flowing down from the center of her eyebrows.

With the flow of red liquid, a beam of light shot out from its forehead, heading in the direction of the Star Refinement.

Xing Lian touched his forehead suspiciously, and when he saw the red blood stains still remaining in the palm of his hand, his heart moved, and his eyes stared at the demonic beast standing proudly on the bed for a moment.

It's not going to be an initiative to ask for a contract, right?