Xiao Hei said it well and reasonably, Ye Ying was very melancholy.

"This Mingchuan forgets the rain, why can't you rely on it at the critical moment?" Ye Ying scolded angrily, and shouted to the sky again, "——!Hey, Mingchuan forgetful rain! You really don't come out? If you don't come out this time, don't come out to see me in the future——! you don't hear it——! you come out——! ahh——!h

Anyway, she is the only one in the Qilin Tomb at present, and she is not afraid of howling too loudly and without image, how loud and loud the voice should be, and how fierce and fierce the momentum should be.

Meanwhile.

Somewhere in the Three Thousand Nine Hundred and Eighty Realm.

Five or six supreme attribute holy beasts were gathering together to bask lazily in the sun, their bodies surrounded by a misty and brilliant mist, like clouds and seas, like dreams.

"Mingchuan forgets the rain, that little girl in your family is still howling, you really don't want to show up? "It's rare that the time system is not withered today, lying lazily on her back on a branch of the alder tree that sticks out obliquely in the air, her long silver-white translucent hair winds down her body and the alder tree, almost drowning her lower body that spreads out like petals, and if you don't look closely, you can't notice her presence.

And Mingchuan forgot the rain, at this time, it also turned into a faint light ice blue translucent ripple, and one after another Mingchuan flowers bloomed around him, reflecting each other with the withered flowers of the time system.

However, Mingchuan Wangyu's rude movements spoil this beauty.

I saw him holding his head tightly with both hands, and his face was about to explode in pain: "When I first passed on the supreme talent of the water system to her, I didn't know that she was so noisy! Don't wither sister, what are you laughing at, don't you want her too! What do you call my little girl, she is our little girl! Ahh

I saw that Buhua's light silver-white eyes blinked gently, and she was even more lazy: "What am I anxious about, I already knew when I would meet her, and after that, she will be my little girl." ”

Mingchuan forgot about the rain, and he knew that chatting with the withered flowers would not be cheap at all.

The immortal flowers who can freely shuttle between the past, the present and the future are really not as nervous as their other supreme holy beasts, and they are scrambling to pass on their attribute talents to Ye Ying first, for fear that as long as they are one step slower, something will happen, and they will not be able to pass it on in the future. Only if you don't wither flowers, because you have long known the future ending, you will always be annoying and calm.

The most annoying thing is that this guy never reveals a single thing about the future.

"Aren't you free to travel through time?" Mingchuan said angrily, "You might as well shuttle to a moment and see if I have taken care of her." ”

[Mingchuan Forget the Rain——! Mingchuan Forget the Rain, come out quickly, Mingchuan Forget the Rain——! you bastard, you are negative, you start the chaos and give up!!] In the distant Bloody Continent, there was a faint cry of a little girl who did not give up.

Even the fire phoenix, which was on the same tree as the immortal flower, shook its glorious tail and gave Mingchuan Wangyu an impatient look: "If you are told to go, don't let her howl, her brain hurts." ”

"Why do you tell me to go?!" Mingchuan Wangyu was very unhappy, "It was you who summoned her last time when she was in the palace! I didn't expect it last time, but when I thought of me this time, I had to rush to post it?!It's not that cheap!"