"The fire of the soul?"
Bai Lian muttered.
In fact, she was wondering before that.
Just because the situation is changing, she has no intention to think carefully.
Now that she is quiet, she finally has time to pay attention to this issue—
[Why can't my soul be ignited?]
This is very unreasonable!
When immortal cultivators were beaten to death, it was normal to burn blood and sacrifice some of their souls.
At that time, if she succeeded in igniting her own soul, she would not have to take the risk to swallow the second fairy stone.
Although she will be sluggish for a long time afterwards, but because of the fairy grass donated by Yue Wuyang, she doesn't have to worry about hurting the root cause.
But it happened unexpectedly.
[My soul is actually incombustible!]
Bai Lian took a deep breath.
sisters.
This is too fucked up!
For this, she almost fell into the abyss of death.
This is no small problem.
Thinking that he still has many dead words that keep rising and falling like stocks, Bai Lian can't calm down at all.
She has big problems.
but…
"I can't do anything!"
Even Master can't understand what's going on, what can she do when she has been with Master for less than six years
Lie down and laugh at it.
Just when Bai Lian was about to give up the treatment, the fire of the soul suddenly flew towards her in the distance.
She wanted to hide, but couldn't. In the end, the flame swept up her clothes and set her on fire.
"… "
Burn, burn
This change came too suddenly.
Can you imagine how shocking it would be for people to suddenly become combustibles from incombustibles
Bai Lian only knew that he had stopped thinking at this moment.
What burns before her eyes is not fire, but life!
She saw burnt black holes in the yellowed old paper.
Through the hole, she saw An Lan leaning in front of her cheek.
"For you, I even broke my favorite cup."
"… "
"I'm sorry, no matter what, I shouldn't have hit you."
"… "
"I'll treat you as if you forgive me."
Um.
A faint smile appeared on Bai Lian's mouth.
I forgive you.
Who made you my master
Do not.
To be precise, I wasn't angry.
Who made you my master
Bai Lian's eyes softened just like An Lan's.
She wished that the quiet moment could last forever.
Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years...
It doesn't need to be an unforgettable story, it's enough to remember it for a long time.
With a rustling sound, Bai Lian found himself being carried by An Lan on his back.
They continued to fly forward.
It's just very slow.
Underfoot is the sparkling sea, and overhead is the bright starry sky.
Different world, same scenery.
Feeling the warmth from Master's back, Bai Lian's gaze slowly moved upwards.
The sky is as cool as water at night, lying down to watch the morning glory and Vega.
Speaking of which, tomorrow is the Lantern Festival.
Bai Lian originally thought that he would not be able to catch up with this event.
"so good."
It happened that Master's cup was broken, so she should send a new cup for Master to use.
Whether the cup looks good or not is second, it must be firm, otherwise Master is so strong that it will break again after a few uses.
But she can't rush directly, that's too stupid and naive.
She had to find a good excuse first.
Otherwise, let the master know that she eavesdropped on what she said, then she would not go to deliver the cup, but to deliver herself.
[“Are you quite capable?”
Piercing attack!]
Just do it.
Bai Lian wrote down in a small book what to do after returning to Duxianmen tomorrow.
But remembering that she was stunned.
what the hell? !
The master who was silently flying towards the bright moon rising across the sea suddenly put his hand into her clothes!
"???"
Bai Lian hugged his head.
("゜ロ゜)"
I saw that weak and boneless hand gently lift her skirt.
Then…
[All the way north!]
In the end, a few points of warmth suddenly fell on her belly like candle tears.
Press and hold.
fit snugly.
The little finger rubbed lightly like a naughty brush.
Bai Lian was sweating profusely.
go dry...
What are you doing
If she hadn't been able to control her body at all now, she would have been writhing uneasy while laughing.
"Hahaha."
No way, it's too itchy!
In short, this situation is very wrong.
Flying well, what did the master suddenly stretch out his hand to do, just to tickle her
Stop it.