After the words came, the ghost servant threw his sleeves and a colorful streamer flew towards the stone man.
With a "bang--" the extremely hard stone man was smashed into a hole by the light streamer that was as light as if nothing had happened.
"Look carefully!" said the ghost servant, as he moved his wrist gently. The seven-colored streamer immediately divided into seven strings, strung aside like seven water snakes, and wrapped around the heads of the seven stone men.
"Chazha--" With a sound, seven [heads] landed on the ground at the same time.
"What an amazing weapon!" Xiaoman exclaimed in surprise.
"It's good, it's most suitable for group battles. Dance with both hands, one fights fourteen, it's definitely the creativity of a weapon genius." After saying that, the ghost servant handed two seven-color streamers to Xiaoman's hand.
"You..., did you give it to me?" Xiaoman looked surprised and confused.
"Yes, this is something I specially refined with [Essence and Blood]. You must cherish it!" The ghost servant said loudly on purpose.
As soon as he heard the word "element and blood", Xiaoman got up in a mess, and the joy just now disappeared.
If this weapon was refined by the ghost servant with blood, she really didn't know what to do, or not to collect it?
Looking at Xiaoman's embarrassed look in cold sweat, the ghost servant smiled, grabbed her clothes, forced her to bend down and lean in front of her, and whispered in her ear: "Silly girl, do you think my grandpa is injured?"
Xiaoman stood there blankly, staring at the seven-colored streamer in his hand: essence, blood, injury, was it him?
It took a long time for Xiaoman to come back to his senses, pressed the seven-colored streamer tightly to his chest, and smiled sweetly
At night, when Xiaoman heard the sound of pushing the door, he stood up and said loudly: "I received a gift today, which is a weapon. I gave it a name, "Qiancai Lingluo". Do you think it sounds nice
ah?"
The owner of Lingyun Palace smiled slightly and did not speak out
Xiaoman had long been accustomed to his indifference and continued to say to himself: "Is the person who gave me weapons a big turtle or a turtle shrunk? He obviously liked me, but he didn't dare to say that he was.
Not a turtle with a head-shrinking turtle?”
He raised his eyebrows lightly and found a seat to sit down, as if he didn't hear Xiaoman's sarcasm
Looking at his cold reaction, Xiaoman decided to take a trick, and threw himself into his arms, sat on him, hooked his neck, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Then, do you like me?"