Obviously, Kunpeng Xiaoshen's thoughts are very different from Qing Huan's thoughts, she doesn't think there is any point in flying around in the air, although at first she thinks that the mount flight is not bad, but she can come for a few laps...

To be honest, that's it, to be honest, her little white cloud is not covered, she is fast, comfortable, and extremely obedient to her orders.

The mount wasn't that appealing to her.

But!

She has long wanted to have a spirit pet of her own, a spirit pet that can fight side by side with her.

It's beautiful just to think about.

Now, although she doesn't know where she is, although she is called Ping'an, and her appearance has changed, but in the face of thousands of spirit beasts and demon beasts, she also has some itchy fingers, and she is ready to move.

Even if in the end, how she came and how she went back, but with the experience of subduing and subduing the spirit pet, it was a worthwhile trip.

Therefore, Qing Huan is very determined, especially combative, and has a lot of fighting spirit to subdue the spirit pet...

Especially to subdue that unicorn, she!

Imperative!

Kunpeng Ash and Qing Huan had a disagreement over this, Kunpeng Ash never expected that this little ancestor would be so persistent, it was really like...

After Qing Huan knew Kunpeng Xiaogray's attitude, he decisively sacrificed the snow cloud fan.

Although you can't fly here, you can't fall vertically.

Sacrificing the snow cloud fan is just a guarantee for herself to avoid falling too badly and becoming meat sauce when she falls.

After Qing Huan made up his mind, he immediately let go of Kunpeng Xiaoshen's feathers, held his breath, and jumped down directly.

But Qing Huan misestimated how much Kunpeng Xiao Ash attached importance to her.

Just after Qing Huan jumped down, Kunpeng Xiao Ash immediately noticed it, and his huge body and extremely long feathers turned around at the fastest speed and flew towards Qing Huan.

Successfully catching the little ancestor, Kunpeng Ash kept fluttering and waving its wings, trying to show its inner protest.

However, the "Qinghuan" lying on Kunpeng Xiaoshen's body...

Something doesn't seem right. His eyes were glazed and motionless, and his hands and feet were very stiff.

It turned out to be a conjured dummy.

The real Qinghuan had already fallen into the forest, and the snow cloud fan lived up to her expectations and steadily caught her falling body.

Qing Huan took the snow cloud fan into his hand and patted it gently: "It's worthy of the snow cloud, it's amazing." ”

Then he hated the iron and watched the little spirit bead that fell with her, and at this time he was lying on his back in the grass and turning his belly.

"Dabao, you are a little less courageous, you always run away from the battle, and run away!"

Now, the fake "Qinghuan" conjured up on the back of Kunpeng Xiao Ash is, to be precise, a fake "peace".

Originally, it was going to be put on the Dabao Spirit Bead, but as soon as the Dabao Spirit Bead appeared, it was so frightened that it shrank back, and as a last resort, it was only to let the Erbao Spirit Bead replace it, but the Erbao Spirit Bead did not condense for a long time, and it was not as spiritual as the Dabao Spirit Bead.

Because the family looks much like a scarecrow in a rice field, they can only bluff Kunpeng Xiao Ash for the time being.

Dabao Lingzhu listened to Qing Huan's complaints, and was very unconvinced, full of indignation and dissatisfaction.

It's like a bouncy bouncy ball, jumping up and down on the grass, first higher and higher, then farther and farther.

Qing Huan didn't pay attention, and the Dabao Spirit Bead disappeared from sight.

She closed her fan and muttered: "I'm not very bold, and my temper is not small, but I just said a few more words, how can I still play the game of running away from home!"

The left and right can use the blood-linked summoning spell to forcibly summon the Great Treasure Spirit Bead, and he is not afraid that it will be lost, so Qing Huan will go with it, looking at the left and right by himself.

"Xueyun, you say—" she asked Xueyun Fan with her head down, "where is that unicorn at the moment? ”

"......" Snow Cloud Fan moved in her palm, and then flew up with a whoosh.

Qing Huan looked over inexplicably: "You are... You want to show me the way?"

Xueyun Fan curled up and moved twice, looking like a nod.

"Do you know where that unicorn is?" Qing Huan still didn't believe it.

Xue Yunfan didn't bother to talk to her, turned around, and flew in one direction at an unhurried speed.

There is no weapon here, and there is no air control, and Qing Huan has no mount spirit pet, so she can only follow behind the snow cloud fan...

Jogging!

After running in the forest for a while, Qing Huan hummed and panted: "Wait... Wait a minute... I. ”

The speed of the snow cloud fan's flight was already as slow as a snail crawling for it, and it turned around around Qing Huan with great disgust, flying up and down.

Qing Huan ignored its provocation and agitation.

She really couldn't run, and she said she wouldn't run anymore.

Waving his hand towards the snow cloud fan, he pestled his knees, and gasped: "I... I'll take a break..."

Xueyun fan swooped into her arms, Qing Huan took it in the palm of her hand, there seemed to be a small stream not far away, and she planned to wash her face with the stream.

But when she walked to the stream, and her hand was about to touch the water, the meandering stream changed.

The transparent water suddenly turned into dry loess, Qing Huan moved between her eyebrows, and grabbed it, the touch of her fingertips made her very puzzled.

That dry, grainy feeling is...

Earth.

But...

What is the stream I saw before?

Could it be that I was wrong?

Qing Huan instantly denied this idea, impossible, she would never be wrong.

If you don't look away, then there is only one possibility, a blind eye...

Qing Huan shook her head, she clearly knew that she would not be easily controlled by psychedelic techniques, and ordinary blinding methods could also be seen through in an instant.

But...

The stream loess in front of her is so real for her.

It was so real that she couldn't help but feel a chill from behind.

Perhaps...

Because of the identity of "peace", the strange thing is that although her face has changed, everything else belongs to her, Qinghuan.

Qinghuan's Qiankun bag, Qinghuan's magic weapon, Qinghuan's thoughts, Qinghuan's consciousness, Qinghuan's...

She felt like she was in a fog, not knowing where to start.

Suddenly, the loess in front of him turned into a flowing stream again, and even the loess that Qing Huan grabbed in his hand turned into uncontrollable water, pouring out between his fingers.

It flows into the stream without a trace.

Could it be...

Magic?!

Illusion is both true and illusory, and true is false when it is true.

As soon as Qing Huan realized this, the stream in front of her turned into countless blue butterflies, flying in the air, countless butterflies appeared in front of Qing Huan's eyes, and she was dazzled.

"Butterfly?" Qing Huan stretched out her hand, and a blue butterfly landed on her fingertips, fluttering its wings.

The lines on her body are unique and beautiful, Qing Huan wanted to hold the blue butterfly in her hand, but the blue butterfly flew away when she closed her palms.

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