"An Lin, are you alright?"
Seeing An Lin approaching, Xu Xiaolan took the initiative to meet him.
"It's okay, let me introduce you, this is my sword spirit, named Xiao Xie." An Lin pointed to the chubby little girl beside him, and smiled.
"Hi Xiaoxie, my name is Xu Xiaolan, if An Lin bullies you in the future, you can tell me, and I will teach him a lesson for you!" Xu Xiaolan walked in front of Xiaoxie, bent down, and said with a smile.
Xiaoxie smiled faintly: "I know you, and I don't have amnesia, I remember everything from the past."
"Great, can I touch you then?" Xu Xiaolan's eyes were burning.
"Huh?" Xiao Xie blinked his dead fish eyes, not realizing what he meant.
At this time, Xu Xiaolan's hands were already on Xiaoxie's rounded face, kneading gently like dough, very excited.
"The steamed stuffed bun face is really cute, smooth and tender, it feels so good!" Xu Xiaolan smiled happily. The desire to touch Xiaoxie has always been in her mind since Xiaoxie appeared, and it has become more and more intense.
Now it's a dream come true!
Yes, Xiao Xie looks like a five or six-year-old girl, pink and round, so cute that people can't help but rub her.
This style of painting is completely different from the cold beauty An Lin imagined!
Because of this, An Lin thought that his sword was born with the wrong spirit at the moment when the sword spirit appeared. Well...even now, it still feels that way!
The majestic and peerless sword fairy Anlin, it doesn't matter if the sword spirit is not powerful, but she is a chubby little girl? How does this make him pretend? It's totally out of character! !
An Lin became angry when he thought about it.
He's not a lolicon, so he can't get high at all.
However, he couldn't get high, but the friends around him did.
"Look, look, it's a sword spirit that is completely born! This is the first time I've seen it." Ao Yuetang said excitedly.
"This is the cutest and most individual Qi Ling I have ever seen." Xiao Tu also commented.
An Lin's face was full of black lines when he heard the words: "Senior, you said that you have the most personality. Could it be that she chased after her master and hacked her as soon as she was born?"
"Hahaha..." An embarrassed but polite smile appeared on Xiao Tu's face, "You're not a family, and if you don't enter a family, you already have such a personality. It's normal for Qi Ling to have a little personality!"
"It's really enviable, when will my sword be born?" Ao Qingyu murmured with envy and hatred on her face.
The fact that an object can speak just proves that it has aura and self-awareness. Although it is extremely rare, it can still be encountered.
But to condense a real spiritual body and become an artifact of independent life, even if you look at the entire boundless continent of primordial beginning, it is a rare existence, which is rare and hard to come by.
Even Longting, who is good at using swords, is not so lucky.
The little evil man was so cute that even Ao Xiaowu couldn't help walking forward, changed his usual lazy appearance, and said with itchy hands: "Such a cute little sword spirit, can you pet it for me?"
Xiaoxie glanced at Ao Xiaowu with indifferent dead fish eyes: "Get lost!"
Ao Xiaowu: "..."
Dragons: "..."
"Ha... haha... I've said it all, this sword spirit really has a personality." Xiao Tuqiang laughed a few times, smoothing things over.
An Lin pinched Xiao Xie's round face very angrily: "How do you talk?"
"Humans with fish lips, let go of your stinky hands!" Xiaoxie got angry, although she was cute when she was angry.
An Lin pinched Xiao Xie's face, and suddenly realized that her face is really easy to pinch!
Warm and soft, smooth and tender... Because it is a steamed stuffed bun face, it has strong plasticity and can be pinched to change its shape. No matter how you knead it, it will be cute and cute...
Hell, can't stop!
An Lin seemed to have discovered a new continent, his whole person was different, and he was very excited.
"I take back what I said before, the sword spirit of Xingling looks like you, I'm so lucky!" He said while rubbing his face.
Xiaoxie: "..."
"I don't laugh and take back the previous flowers..." Xiaoxie was pinched by An Lin to make her speech leak, but she still insisted, "And I have to say a scumbag later, you are really a pervert!"
"Ah?" An Lin clapped his hands together.
At this time, Xiaoxie was all radiant, and melted into the Shengxie sword with a "swish".
An Lin: "..."
"Xiaoxie, I was wrong, come out, okay? I won't pinch your face anymore, so you come out to get some air, and buy a cute one by the way..." An Lin held the Shengxie sword and apologized sincerely.
Sheng Xiejian: "Get lost!"
An Lin: "..."
There is no way, this little evil has a bad temper, so let her go.
An Lin returned to the bricks to recuperate.
Next, many Dragon Race powerhouses expressed their gratitude to An Lin in various ways.
Some are close, some express concern, some express admiration, and some give gifts...
Anlin's prestige was undoubtedly the highest among all the powers.
It is believed that his reputation will spread further after the various great powers of the Dragon Clan return.
The powerhouses of Western Dragon Forest and East Sea Dragon Court rest in two areas. It was the first time that they were so harmonious. The two sides faced each other, but they didn't fight...
Perhaps after experiencing the destruction of the world once, everyone's thoughts of fighting have faded a lot.
An Lin originally wanted to store the Shengxie Sword in the Najie, but found that the Najie could not contain the Shengxie Sword. He tried several times without success.
"Don't be stupid, the ring can only accommodate non-living bodies. I have already given birth to a spirit, and I can be regarded as a real life. I can no longer enter the space artifact." A childish voice sounded in the cold.
"Could it be that I'm going to carry your back forever?" An Lin asked in shock.
"Yeah, by the way, why do you look disgusted?!" Sheng Xiejian was shaking violently, as if he wanted to cut someone.
"No, you think too much!"
An Lin quickly got a scabbard out of the ring.
The dark gilt scabbard has no special function, but it looks more compelling.
He put the Shengxie sword into the scabbard and hung it on his back.
"Although this is more like a sword fairy, I'm still not used to it." An Lin shrugged his shoulders and said with a look of disgust, "Xiaoxie, you are a bit heavy, it's time to lose weight."
Victory Evil Sword: "..."
"Hey, by the way, what did you rely on to give birth to the spirit? Did you realize it when you mended the sky?" An Lin suddenly remembered an unsolved matter, and asked curiously.
When mentioning this matter, Sheng Xiejian did not hide it, but said briskly: "No, mending the sky is only my skill, and I rely on absorbing the power of this world to give birth to spirits!"
"Absorb the power of this world?" An Lin blinked, remembering the scene when mending the sky, and asked, "Is it similar to the power of chaotic rules?"
"Yes." Xiaoxie said happily, "The power of rules abandoned by the world, such as killing dragon creatures, allowing the power of dragons to transfer and other rules. I will cut it off, and then absorb it, so that They become my nourishment. In this way, my aura will skyrocket, and I will be born!"
An Lin suddenly realized: "It sounds very powerful. The ancient dragon emperor wanted to get rid of that curse all his life, and the three dragon clans also paid a very painful price for it... but he didn't expect that terrible rule to be eaten by you in the end. What a shame! irony..."
"It can't be called irony, it's actually fate."
Xiaoxie said in a childish voice: "It was only at the last moment when the world was shattered that I realized that I could mend the sky. It was only after the sky was mended that I felt that I could cut all the redundant rules into pieces." Devour..."
An Lin said solemnly: "You can mend the sky and eat the rules, but it's only a peak-level immortal weapon? The divine weapon is not as powerful as you! Tell me honestly, what kind of sword are you?"
Xiaoxie immediately became unhappy: "You can return to the void, break the divine way, and control the sky thunder, but you are only a cultivator of transforming spirits? You are not as powerful as you! Be honest, what are you doing? Who is it?!"
An Lin: "???"
This wave of backlash left him speechless.
It makes so much sense!
Sure enough, it's not the same kind of people, don't enter a house...
(end of this chapter)