Long Qingyue discovered that the momentum of this sword was only slightly inferior to the Qingyun Sect's sect-suppressing treasure, the Spirit-Binding Xuansi.
This sword should be at least level 3 primary!
He gave such a precious thing to himself without blinking an eye.
There was a hint of emotion in Baili Mu's eyes. He looked up at the distant dark sky and sighed, "You are very similar to my sister."
Long Qingyue raised her head and looked at him, with a hint of understanding in her eyes. No wonder he would take action to save her.
Just listen to him continue: "The similarity between you and her is not in appearance, but in character. We are both stubborn and paranoid. Maybe, I will never see her again in this life."
The man's voice in the dark night was full of sadness and loneliness. At this moment, Long Qingyue seemed to be infected by his sadness, and she felt a pain in her chest, which was so painful that she almost suffocated.
What kind of pain can penetrate so deep into the bone marrow?
It turns out that he, who has thousands of auras like a god, also has a sad past, but he buries it all deep in his heart and always maintains a gentle smile when facing everyone.
No matter what his reasons are, at least his kindness to himself is sincere! These are enough!
Baili Mu was a little surprised, "You don't mind?" Do you mind that she is a substitute?
Long Qingyue stepped forward, clenched her fist and punched him lightly on the chest, then stretched out her hand to rest his head on her shoulder and said, "Good friends don't mind this!"
Good friend... Baili Mu narrowed his eyes, and the girl's unique fragrance came with the evening breeze, reaching the tip of his nose and lingering in his heart. He suddenly showed a bright smile, and it was like a white soaring flower in full bloom.
"good!"
Long Qingyue didn't notice at all that Baili Mu's head was nuzzling into her neck. It wasn't until the warm breath sprayed into her collar, bringing a strange tingling sensation, that she realized it. She sipped it awkwardly.
She pursed her lips and wanted to reach out and push him away, but she heard Bailimu say: "Don't push me away, your embrace is very warm..."
The slightly melancholy request was too hard to refuse.
Long Qingyue could only continue to maintain this hugging posture.
In the jungle, Qian Yan covered her face and looked at the sky, ah, master! You are so shameless! You keep pretending, you know how to deceive the feelings of an innocent little girl! Let's see what else you can pretend to do.
when!
The sword given by Baili Mu is called Hanguang, and it is a third-grade intermediate spiritual holy weapon.
Perhaps because of the third-grade spiritual artifact, Long Qingyue quickly mastered the key points. The faint black light and the red light on Hanguang entwined with each other and gradually merged into one.
Just listening to the crisp sound of 'zheng', Long Qingyue felt that his mind was empty, and the red light on Hanguang was shining brightly. The complicated patterns and totems on the sword were clearly reflected in his mind, as if he and Hanguang were transformed into each other in an instant.
For the whole, the sword is her and she is the sword.
This wonderful feeling cannot be expressed in words.
Long Qingyue felt excited. Is this the so-called resonance with the sword and the effect of spiritual integration?
Baili Mu smiled and said: "Your talent is amazing. You can realize this in just a few hours, which is already very good. Take a rest first, it will be dawn in another hour."
Long Qingyue nodded, with a hint of regret on her face. Unfortunately, she had not reached the level where she could fly with a sword freely, and could only barely hold on in the air for two or three minutes.
"Don't be anxious, take your time, you won't become a big fat man with one bite." Baili Mu comforted him.