Yang Zimei held Gan Mo Xie out of the house, opened the box, and took out Mo Xie from it.
Mo Xie exudes the glamorous crimson light in her hands.
The moment she was holding the sword, the temperament of the whole person also changed, like a sword, it was cold.
"Unfortunately, the child is not here, otherwise, you can use the Tai Chi and the swordsmanship with you." Yu Qing sighed. [
"He has no way to tame the dry general." Thinking of the last time Long, he took the gifted general, and immediately stabbed his eyes by his red light.
Mo Xie, of course, is the difficult sword of the ages, and the heaviest demon sword.
Without enough spiritual power, it will only be hurt by it.
"You didn't tame it." Yun Qing shook his head.
"I'm holding it, it's like an ordinary sword. There is no difficulty. How can I say that I didn't tame the head?"
Yang Zimei randomly used Mo Xie to pull a beautiful sword flower. The sword flower was shining under the sunlight, like a blooming Manjushahua, with strange gorgeous gorgeous.
"Mo Xie is different from ordinary swords. It already has a unique aura and thought." Yu Qingdao.
"Unique aura and thought?"
Yang Zimei looked at the sword in front of her.
A sword, no matter how famous is it, it is just a dead thing. How can I have thoughts?
"Well, if you want to be its real owner, you must communicate with it." Yu Qing nodded.
"Like the heart? Master, will this be too difficult?"
Yang Zimei bounced gently on the sword with his fingers, "Is it interested?"
"!"
Mo Xie suddenly made a strong vibration sound, and Yang Zimei's ears were shocked, which was startled.
She just played it on it gently. It is reasonable that it should not make such a strong noise.
Is this a protest against her?
Yang Zimei stroked it gently with his fingertips.
Mo Xie's body trembled slightly, and the sound of the sound seemed a bit pleasant. [
This thing ... really spiritual?
Yang Zimei no longer dares to despise it, but looked at Yu Qing, "Master, how can I tame it and let it communicate with me?"
"No need to tame anymore."
Yu Qing nodded with a smile, "From the performance just now, you can see that you are born with its owner. If you want to communicate with each other, the difference is just running in."
"so?"
Yang Zimei touched Mo Xie gently, "Little evil and small evil, we will be together, okay?"
Mo Xie's slightly trembling response, the crimson on the sword became more and more gorgeous, and Yang Zimei felt its emotions clearly.
It turns out that the sword is really emotional.
I hope that Long Zhantian can also allow the Ganjin to belong to him.
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Ziye.
City B.
Meng Tianxiao holds his only naked eye, and it is vaguely visible to the roofpan with golden gesture.
Looking at the direction where city A is located.
I saw the upper over there, and the gas was messy, and the sources of energy surrounding were condensed in a vortex in one direction, and then disappeared.
His black eyes sinking.
At this time, the compass pointer on his hand began to tremble messy, as if he lost his direction.
However, it was just such a moment.
The compass stopped messy and returned to normal, but the direction of the pointer did not point to the south, but to the direction of city A, as if there was a magnetic field there to attract it.
Meng Tianxiao hurriedly took out the copper coin rowing hexagram, but it showed that the air was messy and could not explore the results.
A biggest sense of crisis that never had before, hitting his heart, letting him hold the hand of copper coins, trembling slightly.