But on the second night, Yin Yue got bigger and more beautiful, and he couldn't bear to kick her after all.
He had seen a similar Silver Moon before, and there were people over there at the Holy Golden Hall who also used it.
However, her silver moon was different from others. Whether it was the essence of her vitality or the purity of her spiritual power, he was deeply attracted to her.
Then, one day, two days, three days, seven days.
He gradually got used to her noisiness and got used to being in the spring, sticking out his head and staring at her quietly to see if she would occasionally show any interesting expressions.
Sure enough, every day, she would not let herself down.
The most interesting thing is that today, after she broke a big stone with Silver Moon, she started to think about small stones.
It was only this night that he learned that she was a fire cultivator and could use black flames and a purple flame.
However, he guessed that it was more than that.
She started carving things.
With just one glance, he knew she was a rookie.
Each of the carved things was uglier than the last. How dare she say that one was the moon? It was clearly about the same length as a curved worm!
At dawn, she went back.
Today is the latest day she will leave.
Xiaoling's long silvery blue tail transformed into the shape of human legs in the living spring, two white and slender legs.
He stood up, put on his long clothes, tied his belt, and used a water purification spell. The water stains on his body and head disappeared in an instant.
The corners of Xiaoling's lips curled up in a light arc, and she headed towards the mountain trail. As she passed the grassy mountain road, she was attracted by a purple stream of light.
He leaned down, picked up the stone sculpture of the waxing moon from among the grass, and played with it carefully in the palm of his hand.
She must have dropped it.
This is her only successful product.
Xiaoling frowned and showed a look of disgust - the gap between it and the real stone carving art is too far!
Rough, unclear lines, insufficient mental control, and uneven flame temperature control.
He can point out a lot of shortcomings casually.
Just when Xiaoling was about to throw away the defective product, her fingers suddenly touched a rough spot.
He lowered his head and saw the word "Luo" on the corner of the stone sculpture of the crescent moon.
Xiaoling raised her eyebrows and murmured: "Her name?"
Stone carvers always like to leave some traces on the edges of their works, and she should be the same.
"It sounds pretty good." Xiaoling chuckled, retracted her slender fingers, and took the purple-colored stone sculpture into her palm.
A strange thought suddenly crossed Xiaoling's mind.
This is her first work, even if it is rough, she will definitely cherish it very much.
In other words, she will definitely come back to find it.
Xiaoling couldn't help but chuckle again, and tightened her grip on the stone sculpture of the waxing moon in her hand.
If he just hid it from her, what kind of interesting expression should she show?
Suddenly there was some expectation.
*.*.*.*.*
Ling Luo ran back to the Holy Fire Hall from an unknown cliff. She was so tired that she was panting and covered in sweat. She almost collapsed on the ground.
However, fortunately, I finally caught up. Although I was in last place, I was still not late.
Despite this, Yan Xiang, who had always been strict with others, glared at her several times.
"Who else doesn't know the first form of the Nine Heavens Lihuo Sword that I taught you yesterday?"
Su Yi's body trembled, his face turned pale, he slowly raised his hands and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I... I don't know how to do it yet."