Ling Xiao spoke very seriously, the expression on his face was also very cold, his eyes flashed a firm light, and he continued to say solemnly, "If someone hurts Brother Junlan, then Ling Xiao will definitely turn into a sharp sword, let Those who hurt Jun Lan's brother will all pay the price."
Mo Junlan lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were deep, but his expression was unusually gentle, and he chuckled, "Xiao Xiaoer, no one can easily bully me now."
It's good that he doesn't bully others.
"But I still want to protect Brother Junlan..." Ling Xiao whispered.
"You've been protecting me, haven't you?" Mo Junlan smiled lightly, "Okay, there's no need to talk about such touching topics anymore."
Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Then brother Junlan, have you thought of where to sell spiritual tools?"
"There are so many shops here, and there will always be people who buy spiritual tools." Mo Junlan smiled, "We can also look for it by the way."
Mo Junlan and Ling Xiao wandered the streets for another half an hour. After asking more than ten shops in a row, they finally found two shops that bought spirit tools.
The spiritual tools in the space were actually used by Mo Junlan, but since the Lingxiao Sword, he has never used those spiritual tools again.
However, since it was a spiritual tool that Mo Junlan had used, the level and quality were naturally not low.
As the sword of Mo Junlan's life, Lingxiao's attitude towards those spirit tools is exactly the same as that of his rivals in love.
Especially after knowing that Mo Junlan planned to sell those spiritual tools, Ling Xiao's heart was even more joyful, but he did not show it.
But Mo Junlan could feel the joy in Lingxiao's heart, so he couldn't help but wonder a little, "Xiaoer, when I sold those spiritual tools just now, you seemed to be very happy."
When Ling Xiao heard Mo Junlan's words, his cheeks couldn't help blushing, but he didn't want to deceive Mo Junlan, so he honestly said, "Brother Junlan, I'm happy because my rival in love is gone."
Mo Junlan was stunned when he heard the words, and then said with a surprised expression, "Where did your rival in love come from?"
"It's... those spiritual tools you just sold." Ling Xiao lowered his eyes and couldn't help but say shyly, "After all, they were all used by you, so I..."
"So you're jealous?" Mo Junlan raised his eyebrows.
"Brother Jun Lan, I can't help it..." Ling Xiao's voice became smaller and smaller.
"So are you fighting for favor now?" Mo Junlan chuckled softly.
Lingxiao muttered, "Humans can compete for favor, why can't I and those spirit tools?"
"You said that, but it turned me into a half-hearted bad man." Mo Junlan looked at Ling Xiao and said.
"Eh?" Ling Xiao frowned, looked up at Mo Junlan, and said, "Brother Junlan, you are not a bad man. Those spiritual tools that are not worthy of you should be sold."
Mo Junlan, "…"
In this way, he seems to be even worse, and it is really getting darker and darker.
Now he's more like... the bad master of the spirit tool.
"Brother Junlan, I'm better than those rivals in love." Lingxiao said to Mo Junlan very seriously.
Mo Junlan's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "Well, you are so good, I only need one of you."
When Ling Xiao heard the words, he immediately smiled happily.
Mo Junlan, "…"