The number one in the fairy world is weak and weak

Chapter 60 Where's My Head Squad?

then,

Sikong's eyes compared the snow scene in front of him and the snow scene behind him several times back and forth, and then his head was full of question marks.

Today's snow is also very strange, one side is as small as a hair, and the other is as big as a goose feather.

Did Xueshen stay up all night and get confused?

Wait, no, he seems to have discovered a trace of the fairy's spiritual power in the heavy snow in front of him.

Is this snow from Xianjun?

It's over, it's not that Xianjun's eyes are poisoned, it's that Xianjun is poisoned, and he is poisoned by love!
How can this be done, Xianjun wants to use his wife to sacrifice to the heavens and slaughter the entire fairy world, a ruthless, unfeeling and unloving Xianjun, how can he have feelings for his wife?
As the immortal who has been with him for thousands of years, how could he just sit back and watch, Sikong secretly clenched his fists: No, I want to stop the development of the situation!

Immediately, Sikong walked towards the two with firm eyes: "Xianjun! Mrs. Xianjun! Where are you looking at the snow? Take me to see it together."

hear the sound,

Lingran smiled and turned her head: "Morning, Sikong, you also think the snow is beautiful, don't you?"

Sikong nodded: "Indeed."

Then, he squeezed into the middle of the two and stood there.

Lingran didn't care, she continued to look at Xue, the joy on her face remained unchanged.

But when Yu Yunxi turned around, his face was as black as coal. He lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Sikong! Are you ready for today's breakfast?"

"Not yet," Sikong muttered softly after finishing his response, "This snow..."

Before Sikong could finish muttering, Yu Yunxi interrupted him with his heartbeat: Sikong, you are overstepping.

heard,

Sikong scratched his hair, it's over, it's over!

If Xianjun did not deny it, then he admitted it in disguise. Xianjun really has a sign of emotion. This is really...

Sikong's expression changed, and the corners of his lips twitched up crazily. This is really a happy event worthy of celebration.

For thousands of years in the fairy world, Xianjun only thinks about revenge, has no joy or sorrow for everything, and never gets close to women, let alone have feelings for any girl.

He is like a lone eagle that cannot fly out in the depths of the darkness, living alone and hanging from each other.

Even a sword spirit born in ancient times like Sikong felt that he was too lonely and desolate.

He shouldn't have been like this, he should have had everything beautiful in this world, since he was born, the glory of everyone in the fairy world, the love of his parents, the strength of his cultivation that doesn't need to be hidden, and he doesn't need to bear the burden of humiliation in order to carry out the revenge plan better, Disguise yourself as the weakest fairy in the fairy world, and you will not be seen by others for ten thousand years.

Therefore, if his heart was really illuminated by something suddenly, even if it was just a beam of weak to thin light, Sikong felt that it might be a good thing.

The darkness should not have penetrated into his bone marrow, there should have been light in his life.

Whatever it will be,
Sikong took a deep breath: Knock first, then talk about it, and talk about the future.

So, where's my head unit?

Resentment Sikong once again sighed: Yueshangshao really should recruit people, otherwise even at this time, he would be the only one knocking, deserted as if he was going crazy.

Forget it, he'd better prepare breakfast first.

"This snow is really beautiful, but Xianjun and Mrs. Xianjun must have been watching the snow for a while, and they must be hungry." Sikong cupped his hands and walked out from between the two of them, ready to retreat, "Sikong will go and prepare breakfast for you. meal."

Yu Yunxi's darkened face was finally white.

He nodded, his voice was calm and gentle: "Well, let's go."

His attitude was so good, it seemed that he wasn't the one with the bad face just now.

aside,
Lingran thought for a while, then turned her head and called Sikong: "Wait, I have something to tell you."

"After I finish speaking, you can prepare."

Sikong paused, as if he had guessed something, and then looked at his own fairy.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the boy's frail face with downcast eyes turned paler, and the emotions in his deep and gloomy eyes were unclear.

(End of this chapter)