"Oops! Don't be angry! The owner of the voice said with a little flattery, "It's not an exaggeration to tell you, I am the first flame of the hatred of the sky......

"Away from hating the sky?" Mi Qianxiu raised his eyebrows lightly and stopped his mental search, "Okay, I can promise you to stay." What's your name? ”

"Uncle Ben's name is Ziluo!"

Hearing Mi Qian say that he was willing to let him stay, the voice owner returned to his previous arrogance.

As Ziluo's voice fell, a small, vague figure gradually appeared in the shallow sea of knowledge.

It was the figure of a boy, only about five or six years old.

The boy's hair was dark purple, but his eyes were crimson, and there was a red flame mark on his forehead, and he was dressed in a red brocade robe, which made him look more like a delicate porcelain doll.

"Poof! Hahaha! So you look like this, I thought you were a teenager! Hahaha! ”

Although he had already guessed seven or eight points by listening to his voice before, he had seen it in person now......

Rao was so cold that he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

Just imagine, a little milk baby who looks five or six years old speaks in a 'I am an uncle' tone, and the proper sense of disobedience is really unflattering.

"Stupid woman, don't laugh!"

Hearing Mi Qian laughing, Zi Luo couldn't help it, and came out of her sea of consciousness, staring at her tightly with a small face on her waist, as if she wanted to stare out of her body with a hole.

If anyone who doesn't know the truth walks through here, they must think that Ziluo and Mi Qian have some deep hatred.

"Well, I'm not smiling." Mi Qian realized that Zi Luo seemed to be really angry, and he stopped teasing it, "For the sake of you coming from the hatred of the sky, I can let you follow me." But I already have a natal flame, so we don't make a contract. Well, she's your future partner. ”

Behind Mi Qian, I don't know when a little girl wearing the same color clothes as her appeared.

The little girl looks about the same size as Ziluo, with pure orange hair and orange eyes, and a pink flame mark on her forehead, and she looks cute with ice and snow.

"Hello! My name is Fantasy Dream, and I am the master's natal flame, and I am also from the hatred of the sky, and I am glad that we can meet! The voice of the dream was so crisp that it stunned the purple spirit.

"Hello! My name is Ziluo. I—I'm glad to meet you......"

Ziluo seemed to be a little embarrassed, and a blush spread around his ears.

"Well, I see that the two of you also know each other, little Ziluo, take me out of the battle!"

Seeing that the two little guys knew each other, Mi Qian reached out and picked up the little fantasy dream, urging Ziluo.

Although the little fantasy dream is only the embodiment of the natal flame of Mi Qian, but after so many years of precipitation, Mi Qian has long regarded the little dream as his own sister-like existence.

"I'm older than you! Don't call me Little Purple Spirit! ”

Ziluo immediately fried his hair.

"What about being older than me? Anyway, you're just a kid now. ”

Mi Qian said with a smile, and glanced up and down at the purple spirit.

The little fantasy dream was in Mi Qian's arms, and his eyes were staring at Zilu motionlessly.

Purple Soul Fist: ...... Yes, you are the master, I bear with it!

"Okay, I'll take you out."

Ziluo said sullenly.

Mishal ignition response.

The next moment, a flame appeared in Zilu's hand and shot straight into the sky.