"Oh, this has piqued my interest, go, take me to see~"

As he spoke, Mo Yun stretched out his foot and kicked Qian Qian out of the Mo Yun Sword.

"Ahh

The unprepared Qianqiao was kicked by Mo Yun and fell directly into a very indecent posture, and fortunately, Nangong Wenqing, who heard the movement and hurriedly pushed the door in, looked at it.

"Qianqiao, you are..."

Nangong Wenqing didn't expect Qian Qiao to lie on the ground, and asked after reaching out to help her up.

"Ahem, I accidentally fell while walking..."

Qianqiao coughed and stood up awkwardly, she would rather the third uncle pretend not to see it, rather than ask him directly like this.

"Poof!"

And Mo Yun in Mo Yun's sword obviously saw all this clearly, and burst out laughing very shamelessly.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up?"

Qian Qiao shouted frantically, but it attracted Nangong Wenqing's inquiry.

"Uh, can't you hear the third uncle?"

Qian Qian realized that something was wrong at this time, and the third uncle didn't react to Mo Yun's voice.

"Of course I can't hear it, you and I can have such a conversation with blood and recognize the Lord, he can't hear me~"

Mo Yun suddenly felt a little thirsty as he spoke, and with a wave of his hand, a small tea table appeared in the space, and there was even a cup of steaming spiritual tea on it.

"Damn, then when I talk to you in the future, isn't it just talking to myself in the eyes of outsiders?"

Qian Qian thought she said in a low voice, but she forgot that the ears of immortal cultivators are very sensitive, and this kind of whispering is no different from whispering in her ear.

"Qianqiao, who are you talking to?"

Nangong Wenqing frowned, Qian Qian was obviously not talking to herself, but there was no one else in this room.

"Ahem, I'm just talking to the sword spirit in the Moyun Sword. ”

Qian Qian felt that Mo Yun was almost the same as the existence of the sword spirit in this sword now, so he didn't explain too much.

"I told you I'm not a sword spirit!"

Although Mo Yun has always lived in the Mo Yun Sword, he hates that others call him Sword Spirit.

"And what do you say you are now?"

Qianqiao frowned, feeling that this old man was very difficult to serve.

"Qianqiao, you're busy, I'll go first..."

Seeing that Qianqiao was by his side but had been busy talking to the sword spirit, this made Nangong Wenqing feel very uncomfortable, so he simply couldn't see it, turned around and prepared to go back.

"Oh, the third uncle walks slowly~"

Qianqiao didn't think about it so much, thinking that the third uncle had something to do, so she took the initiative to send him out.

“......”

Seeing that Qianqiao didn't even keep it, Nangong Wenqing suddenly felt that his stomach was on fire, and he left directly without saying a word.

"Tut-tut, your third uncle is angry~"

Mo Yun watched the play while drinking tea in the space, not to mention moisturizing more on a small day.

"Damn, it's not because of you! Am I going to have to talk to myself like this in the future? It's stupid to do this!"

Qianqiao listened to the sound of him drinking tea, and also felt a little thirsty, so she simply walked to the table and poured herself a cup of tea, but found that the water was cold, and then remembered that Uncle Qi was not at home and no one changed the tea.

"Well, it's really stupid, you can talk to your soul, and I wonder why you have to say it. ”

Mo Yun nodded approvingly, but the words he said almost made Qian Qian Buckwheat blow up.

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Qianqiao used a spirit dialogue this time, so on the surface, she was still drinking tea quietly, but the tone in that sentence was almost on the verge of exploding.

"I thought you knew~"

Mo Yun said this sentence quite innocently, he really didn't know that Qian Qiao's common sense was so weak.