Sang raised his eyebrows from time to time, lowered his voice and said unpleasantly: "What are you doing? This is mine!"

The little hand that held her didn't let go, Zimo's good-looking eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he was a little speechless, "You dare to drink it if you know what this is?"

The golden eyes turned, and Sang Wushi lowered his head and whispered: "I know, there is a kind of dew in the spirits, it is very powerful, and eating it can greatly increase the mana, this is what Wuxian told me before." ”

Zimo: ......

And while he wasn't paying attention, Sang Wushi raised his hand to pull this leaf over, but who knew that the little ghost was dexterous, and he took the first step to pull it aside.

Yo he, grab it with her? Sang Wushi hugged Zi Mo beside him and half of him, and quickly pounced with the other hand! The little ghost twisted in her arms, glanced at her with both eyes, reached out and pulled her clothes, and pushed back with one hand at her head that lowered down to taste the drop of dew! She was angry, and she pinched his nose with one hand and pushed it back!

And so, he pushed her face, she pinched his nose, he grabbed her ear, she held his neck, and the two of them bared their teeth and tossed behind the tree for a long time! He is now weak, his strength is not as strong as hers, and he looks pitiful. Sang turned a blind eye from time to time, carefully took out the dew on the leaves and licked it, and smiled proudly at the little ghost: "Sweet." Do you want it? ”

Zimo looked at her meaningfully, took a step back with his little feet, and shook his head, "You won, it's all yours." ”

Sang smiled and handed over the dew wrapped in leaves, "I'll reward you." ”

"No, you don't. ”

She rolled her eyes, don't forget it, it's all hers.

Zi Mo's expression was very strange, and he suddenly said faintly: "Go back and ask your friend what color that dew is." ”

Sang sat happily under the tree from time to time, took a deep breath, and seemed to be conditioning his breath, "I don't care what color he is, hurry up and absorb it while it's hot, maybe his mana will increase greatly." ”

Who knew that the little ghost had a sympathetic face, as if looking at a fool's expression. Sang ignored it all the time, and he just couldn't compete with her when he was a little ghost, so he was jealous, um.

Suddenly, the sudden thunder was loud, as if it was striking the bell and drum overhead, startling Sang Wushi. Suddenly, the rain poured out, and she and Zimo were drenched in an instant.

Sang Wushi hurriedly jumped up from the ground, kept moving closer to the big tree behind him, raised his hands above his head, and looked unhappy, "There is no sign of how this rain is falling." She hated this kind of wet appearance the most in her life, and a gust of wind hit her, and she couldn't help but shiver. Then he hid in the dense leaves of the big tree, and when he was anxious and irritable, he suddenly saw that the boy Mo ran out of the house at some point, and at this moment, he didn't know where to get a very large banana leaf, raised his hands above his head, and trotted over with swaying steps.

Under the quiet green forest, the silver-white figure slowly rushing towards her in the misty rain and mist, holding a ballet leaf in her hand, her ink hair slightly raised, like a hollow valley orchid blooming under the dark sky of the quiet night, instantly lit up the rainy night in the forest. That cute and serious appearance also instantly dispelled the worries in her heart, and she couldn't help laughing.

"Why don't you fly now? I used to be unable to shout in the sky. Sang Wushi smiled and took the banana leaf handed over by the little ghost, and immediately covered the top of the two of them, and couldn't help but joke.

The little ghost's black and silky black hair was drenched with a little water droplets by the rain and mist at the moment, and the white and dusty little face was also stained with low crystal rain, which was surprisingly good-looking. He puffed out his cheeks, and immediately learned from Sang Wushi's appearance and said, "You can't fly, children walk on the ground." ”

Seeing his pleasing appearance, she couldn't help pinching Zimo's face, which made him look disgusted. Sang Wushi hooked his lips and smiled: "Children also have to learn to suffer, you are good, you can catch up with every word." As he spoke, he looked at the banana leaves in his hand and asked curiously, "Where did you pick them?"

The little ghost said lightly: "I picked it up on the ground." ”

Sang Wushi was obviously not convinced, and tilted his head to look around at the gloomy green. Finally, she saw a huge banana tree above her head, and shouted at the little ghost in amusement: "Why don't you tell the truth, you don't have a big piece, look at me!"

"I really picked it up! you ......" Before the little ghost's words were finished, Sang Wushi forcibly ripped off the largest banana leaf and covered the top of the two of them, and kept pouring it on Zimo's side, "Anyway, I'm soaking wet now, give it to you, don't get drenched." ”

Zimo's expression seemed a little strange, but his tone was very calm, "You always don't know what to say from me." ”

Sang Wushi glanced at him amusedly, and was about to say something, when he glanced at it, he suddenly found that a blush in the stream under his feet slowly dispersed, it was the blood that had fallen down?

She was stunned for a moment, looked at the source of the blood, and found that it was the root of the banana leaf she held in her hand, which was constantly bubbling out at the moment. This strange scene scared her to throw it away, obediently, what is this?

And Zimo didn't speak, quietly picked up his own previous leaf and put it on top of his head again, Sang Wushi Nunu mouthed, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't speak.

With the sound of water droplets falling, the thoughts of the two were pulled back, and the figures of the man and woman in the stream in front of them had long since disappeared, and the raindrops splashed on the rippling water, and there seemed to be a delicate branch at this moment.

Sang Wushi walked over in three steps and two steps, and gently hooked it to the shore in front of him with spiritual power, "Wow, what is this, it's so beautiful." ”

Zimo also squatted aside with a banana leaf and looked at it carefully, his big blue eyes blinked, and he seemed to be a little curious.

It was a branch the size of an ordinary tree, with a faint green glow all around it, and a few young shoots growing above the branches.

"You see it looks like a young shoot in the middle, this is a small tree, right?" Sang Wushi stretched out his finger and poked it, his tone was a little novel, "This is a spirit being?"

Zimo also stretched out his little hand and touched it gently, and said, "Little Lingsheng is a thing with strong vitality. ”

"Can this thing survive in the Futu Palace? You see, there's no daylight here, and it's alive and well. When Sang Wushi spoke, he touched the small leaves of its branches with his fingers again, and the thing seemed to be spiritual, and in an instant the branches turned into a soft one and wrapped around her hand, and the more she looked at it, the more she loved it. "I'm going to take it back to the Futu Palace. With that, she condensed a spiritual power in an arc shape, took some water, and took the little thing from the bottom. Then, at the moment when it touched it, the original long branch suddenly turned into a small green bead, and it was still glowing, presumably this was the inner pill of the little spirit. Sang Wushi hurriedly put it in the water where the spiritual power was condensed, and after falling into the water, it seemed to come back to life in an instant.