You can be given another chance.

Well, what a tsundere to say.

But this answer had long been expected by Night Terror, and the little furball on the side heard this, poked his head out from behind Night Terror, and squeaked happily twice.

Night Terror smiled softly, reached out and gently stroked its jaw, and said, "Well, thank you, you did a great job." ”

Under the "inform" of Little Furball, Night Terror has long known that it is absolutely impossible for Stormy Pegasus to come by himself.

The branch she gave to the Tempest Pegasus was indeed real, but she used the spiritual spring of the space to water it every day, and if there was no spiritual spring, even the most precious spiritual soil would not be able to grow that fruit tree.

With Nightmare Butterfly's greedy personality, he thought he would be able to eat as much as he wanted, but in an instant, the duck that came to his mouth flew away, and he would definitely pray for the Stormy Pegasus to chase him.

And as long as Nightmare Butterfly is there, Nightterror doesn't need to be afraid of being unable to control the Tempest.

Besides, even if it is really uncontrollable, there is a red lotus karmic fire mixed with the natal fire of the little black-haired chicken, and the storm Pegasus must be afraid of three points.

After all, Red Lotus and Storm Pegasus had coexisted in the same place for so many years.

One is the King of the Beast Realm, and the other is the Lord of Flames.

As the saying goes, if the king does not see the king, it will be a battle of death and wounded!

Thinking about it, the night terror Hong smiled lightly, as bright as a spring sun in the sky.

The smile was warm and warm, with the breath of the revival of all things, which only made people can't help but be immersed in her smile and can't extricate themselves.

When the storm came back to his senses, the night terror held a turquoise branch in his palm,

In the raging wind, swaying endlessly, but there is an extremely strong vitality, vigorously out.

Stormstorm knows that this is the branch of the spirit fruit tree.

At the sight of the verdant color, the Nightmare Butterfly seemed to be even more radiant around it, dancing around the Tempest Pegasi.

The Tempests pause for a moment, then take graceful and vigorous steps, and little by little they approach the Night Terrors.

One step, based on the wind gallop.

One step, electricity is a stone.

One step, the air waves rolled.

One step, the sea of clouds does not stop.

The smile on Ye Jinghong's face grew, and he handed the green branch in his hand forward.

The wind swept up the hem of her crimson garment, dotting it with a little emerald green.

Tempest Pegasus sniffed the branch, then took a step backwards with a gentle bite, and the branch was still alive and well, just as it had gotten at the time.

Night Terror smiled slightly and said, "You can find a place to plant it, I'll wait for your answer here." ”

Tempestus looked up proudly, motioning for Nightterror to follow him, and swept away into the distance with a single movement of his feet.

Yan Qingjue lowered his eyes and smiled gently: "Do you want to keep up?" ”

Night Terror looked back and said to everyone: "Go, how can Grandpa, Master Pei Ming, Cloud City Lord, and Mo Xie seniors combined, not be Hongyuan's opponent?" ”

Yan Qingjue hooked his lips and smiled lightly, like a drizzle falling.

Then he moved, turning into a blast of air, and departed behind the Tempest.

As soon as the two of them left, the faces of Ye Cangxiong, Pei Ming, Yun Yin, Mo Ye and Hong Yuan changed, and they suddenly felt that the power that was pressing on them like a mountain suddenly dissipated.

Ye Cangxiong shifted his shape, and his long sword shining with pitch black and cold stabbed into Hong Yuan's throat, and the low sound of broken gold cracked silk was striking.

"Kill—"

(End of chapter)