Wa Ling looked at Shao Zifeng proudly under her, and her chubby snake tail shook happily.

"Unworthy descendants, you smell so smelly..."

Just as He leaned over and was about to say something, his little face, which was outlined with lines, suddenly wrinkled together and jumped off Shao Zifeng in disgust.

At this time, Beibei moved for a moment, instantly attracting Wa Ling's attention.

He stared at Beibei who was pretending to be dead. The outline of the body with lines turned extremely unstable, and even the long hair behind him floated automatically without wind.

"Miracle..."

This time, His voice was no longer a crisp loli voice, but an adult female voice with strange rhythm before. There was no such grand voice in it, but a slight tremor.

Wa Ling stretched out a hand to Beibei, and when she was about to touch her, she suddenly fell into the air again.

"It's the breath of a mirage...but it's not a mirage."

The female voice in the void lowered, and her long floating hair fell again.

Beibei's empty pupils focused slightly, and he secretly glanced at Wa Ling's figure and shrank into Shao Zifeng's arms.

Shao Zifeng rubbed his head and felt a little annoyed, although his mind would be more solid every time he was beaten.

But the little old lady beat her so much.

Click!

He was about to complain a few times, but a drop of tears drawn from lines suddenly dripped into the void, and invisible ripples spread around.

The warm and cool feeling made him shudder, and every line formed by his mental body seemed to emit a desire.

Shao Zifeng raised his head blankly and saw Wa Ling standing not far away, tears slid down.

Every tear fell into the void and would create a circle of ripples. He clearly felt that his perception vision was slowly strengthening, as if it was more stable than before.

But Wa Ling's body...

Shao Zifeng was shocked and saw that the ends of Wa Ling's hair seemed to be dissipating. Every drop of tears would speed up the dissipation by a minute.

"Mr. Wa?"

Shao Zifeng tried to scream, but Wa Ling did not react at all. He stood there with his eyes blankly. In desperation, he stinged his teeth and joked: "The little old lady with such a big temper can even cry, tsk..."

Duang!

Shao Zifeng hugged his head with both hands: "You hit me again!!"

Wa Ling slowly withdrew her small fist, and the strange rhythmic sound echoed in the void: "Unworthy descendants, it's time to fight."

Seeing him like this, Shao Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, but he still whispered: "I can't cry and don't make anyone say anything..."

Wa Ling raised her fist like a threat, but she did not hit her.

He looked at Bebe with a soft look: "Have you seen a mirage?"

"Miracle?"

Shao Zifeng glanced at Beibei hanging on his shoulder: "I haven't seen it before, but I've seen a dragon sealed in the Han River under the sea. It said that this child inherited the blood of his brothers."

After thinking about it, he added: "By the way, that dragon has no horns."

"No horn..." There was a slight fluctuation in Wa Ling's eyes: "That should be Chi, is he okay now?"

Shao Zifeng hesitated slightly: "It shouldn't be very good..."

Then he told him about how Beibei inherited his bloodline and his experience of encountering bald dragons.

"That's probably what happened. This kid just came back from the bald...chi."

After saying that, Shao Zifeng looked at Wa Ling quietly.

Wa Ling's chubby tail was wrapped together, her two small short hands hugged her tail like a knee, and her chin was placed on it and listened quietly. From time to time, she looked at Beibei with a hint of pity.

"I know." He stretched out his little hand and the beetle that pretended to be dead suddenly floated towards Him.

Beibei blinked, her pupils instantly focused, and she twisted her long body in panic: "Let me go, let me go..."

Wa Ling hugged Beibei with both hands and looked at it softly: "Do you call Beibei?"

"Yes?" Beibei looked at Wa Ling up close, and suddenly his body stopped struggling: "Who are you? It's so kind...taste."

Wa Ling narrowed her eyes into a crescent shape, and a kindness appeared on her face with lines: "It's so cute, that guy Mian was with you when he was a child..."

He did not continue to say this, and his eyes looked at the depths of the void with a slightly hollow look: "You are the blood of Mir. According to the seniority, you should call me grandma."

"grandmother?"

Beibei naively tilted her little head. If she had claws in her mouth, her cute move was simply perfect.

Shao Zifeng was uncomfortable at this scene, and the old lady who had always been arrogant actually exuded a maternal halo.

Just a loli's words give people a feeling... it's a little bit subtle.

Shao Zifeng, who was thinking about it, suddenly felt a chill on his back, and Wa Ling was staring at him fiercely.

Shao Zifeng had a smirk on his face, and the familiar feeling came back, and then he asked for a desperate question: "Lord Wa, is the mirage you mentioned in your mouth your son? Then your husband..."

Duang!

Shao Zifeng held his head with both hands, feeling a little aggrieved.

If you don’t want to say it, just don’t say it, why do you always hit people?

Wa Ling gently stroked Beibei with her hands, squinted her eyes and sighed with an old aura: "I am born from heaven and earth, and so is Mian, Chi, but their birth years are still short, and I am responsible for raising and educating them. Mian is the youngest among the Donghuang ancestor spirits, and I watched them grow up."

Speaking of this, His eyes at Bebe were softer.

"Ancestor Spirit?" Shao Zifeng asked in confusion: "What other ancestor spirits of the Donghuang clan besides you, Chi and Shen?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Wa Ling glanced at him, then wrinkled her little nose: "What have you touched in the past two days? The smell is getting worse and worse."

"smell?"

Shao Zifeng subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed it: "No..."

wrong.

This mental body can’t smell it. If you don’t want to say it, just don’t say it. Why do you still say it’s smelly?

But when talking about the experiences of the past two days, Shao Zifeng suddenly felt energetic.

"I have done a big thing in the past two days." Speaking of this, he expanded the perception vision, and those blurred outlines with energy flow appeared behind him. Shao Zifeng said complacently: "How about it, this is all for your sacrifice."

"This is..."

Wa Ling was a little surprised to see the vague sacrificial objects.

He quickly got up, and swam towards the sacrifice with his bebe, no less than Him. The chubby snake body was quite cute when swimming.

Wa Ling surrounded the large sacrificial items here and there.

Beibei was pinched and shaking around by her little hands, and she had a bitter face.

He was a little excited and circled around the bronze great man: "Baozi...Who, how did you find so many sacrificial objects?"

Shao Zifeng said proudly: "Just look for it~"

Seeing his expression, the joy on Wa Ling's face faded, and she snorted and said arrogantly: "You can pass the test by force."

With the sacrificial items, Wa Ling's mood improved a lot. He circled around Shao Zifeng and sniffed it with his little nose: "So you are the odor you are contaminated when you are looking for these things?"

"Where did I smell..."

Shao Zifeng was a little unhappy, why did he curse people one after another?

Wa Ling didn't say anything, stretched out her little hand and pointed it, and strands of purple and black mist overflowed from his spiritual body.

Looking at the purple-black smoke twisting in the void.

Wa Ling frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

After a moment, His little face became cold: "I didn't expect it to be dead."
Chapter completed!