Traveling into the world of immortality, being supervised by my best friend and being involved

Chapter 121 Wu Ji’s self-esteem was damaged. For the first time, someone cared about his feelings.

Xu Qingluan was sullen and angry, but it was Su Nanzhi who comforted him a few words before he was willing to fly out of the space tunnel constructed by Zihan.

Xie Qinghuai sat on the ground with his hands on his knees.

"Looks like we just have to wait now."

She took a deep breath and suddenly felt that something was missing, and glanced at Jin Haolin next to her.

The long and narrow red phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and the tone was strong: "Why don't you sit down?"

Jin Haolin sat next to her obediently and meditated with her.

When they first came in, they discovered that the spatial spiritual power in the mustard bracelet was several times stronger than the outside world.

The two of them were not new to the world, and they quickly figured out what was going on.

This mustard seed bracelet has existed for at least tens of thousands of years, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for thousands of years.

Moreover, when a space magic weapon is forged, its internal space is generally fixed.

There will indeed be rare evolutionary magic weapons, which will expand the space as the owner's cultivation level increases.

But this process is also very long.

Therefore, the excess spiritual energy absorbed in daily life will accumulate in the space, causing a difference in the intensity of spiritual energy inside and outside.

Both of them sat down, and Xi Jiuer scratched her head, feeling a little at a loss.

She didn't want to practice, so she could only turn her attention to Wu Ji nestled in the corner.

Wu Ji, who was meditating with his eyes closed, had a bad premonition inexplicably. He frowned, and the blue flame lit up doubtfully. He saw the little baby who was not afraid of him trotting over and stretched it into his chest. penetrate his body.

Xi Jiuer shook the hand that passed through it and made an exclamation sound: "Wow, it really has no entity."

Wu Ji: "..."

Where did this naughty kid come from?
The spiritual energy flowing around him turned into black wind, forming a vortex with him as the center.

The body slowly floated up, opened its arms that turned into bones, shrouded Xi Jiu'er, and let out a cold and quiet cry. The tone gradually became higher, like a fierce ghost coming.

The aura was so strong that Xi Jiuer covered her eyes with her hands.

Wu Ji was very proud, thinking that this would definitely scare her and make the naughty child stay away.

But who would have thought that Xi Jiu'er just straightened her messy hair and rubbed her ears, her expression a little painful, and she said disgustedly: "You scream so unpleasantly."

Wu Ji:? ?

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Xi Jiuer tilted her head, frowning and wondering: "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Wu Ji choked and asked again: "Hasn't your family ever told you ghost stories?"

Xi Jiuer thought for a while and replied: "I told you about ghosts."

Wu Ji didn't understand and was shocked.

Which child has heard ghost stories but is not afraid at all when faced with real ghosts?

Isn't he scary?
Wu Ji retracted his arms and continued to huddle in the corner, falling into deep self-doubt.

Xi Jiuer followed him, squatted down and looked up at his face, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"

Xi Jiuer's direct gaze made Wu Ji feel even more inferior.

He didn't like this undead body, but he was a master of the undead after all.

The evil spirit emanating from his body can push the monk back at least a few meters, and ordinary people are all afraid of him.

If others were not afraid of him, Wu Ji would be surprised and happy at the same time. Not everyone would think that he was an extremely evil person who must die.

But that person must not be a child.

How much damage this did to his young mind! !

Xi Jiuer was completely unaware of his emotions and thought she had done something to make him unhappy.

But thinking about it carefully, she didn't do anything excessive.

Could it be that he didn't want to say that his voice was unpleasant?

Or did you casually pass through his body and offend him? Unable to figure it out, Xi Jiuer simply ignored it and took out a piece of pastry and handed it to Wu Ji.

"Here you go." Her voice was crisp.

Wu Ji raised his eyes slightly, and the little doll looked at her innocently, and sincerely handed over the cake in his hand.

"Desserts make people feel happy, and you won't be unhappy after eating some."

Worried that he wouldn't eat it, Xi Jiuer's eyes were sincere and her tone was convincing: "My senior brother made this. It's delicious. You will definitely like it!"

Wu Ji lowered his eyes and glanced at the pastry.

His body had dissipated, and he no longer needed or could eat.

Xi Jiuer's move of handing him food was undoubtedly a blow to his muzzle.

Maybe those eyes were too sincere, Wu Ji didn't care, and the depression in his heart dissipated a little.

He had a hunch that if he didn't accept it, the little doll would definitely keep pestering him to eat it.

Wu Ji's horrifyingly pale fingertips touched the pastry, and black air overflowed and filled the entire pastry.

He secretly glanced at Xi Jiu'er's expression, his eyes were full of novelty, and he was not afraid.

Wu Ji smiled coldly.

A child who won't scream or cry loudly when seeing him is quite pleasing to the eye.

The pastry was corroded and dissipated by the black air. It was because Wu Ji absorbed the spiritual energy on it, transformed the remaining pastry into intuitive energy, and absorbed it into his body.

At this time, Xi Jiuer realized how stupid her actions were and quickly apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't eat."

Her tone was very sincere, and Wu Ji turned his head away without saying anything.

How could he argue with a little doll?

In Xi Jiu'er's eyes, he was angry and refused to pay attention to her. He touched the red jade bracelet on his left wrist and took out a pile of spiritual stones, all of which were of high quality.

She pushed forward: "These are all for you, don't be angry."

Looking at the piles of spiritual stones, some of which he had never seen before, Wu Ji's expression froze.

Their sect has a lot of treasures.

Such high-quality spiritual stones can be given away casually.

But Xi Jiuer dared to give it away, and he didn't dare to accept it.

Wu Ji waved his hand and refused: "I don't want it."

"You won't forgive me?" Xi Jiuer's voice was muffled.

Wu Ji looked over and saw that the little girl's dark and bright eyes were filled with tears, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Wu Ji was really scared and quickly explained: "I'm not angry with you at all."

Xi Jiuer's voice was soft and soft as she asked, "Really?"

Wu Ji nodded immediately: "Really."

Xi Jiu'er, who got the affirmative answer, was immediately overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were angry and refused to forgive me. It scared me to death."

Wu Ji fell silent again.

No one ever cared about his feelings.

I don’t know why, but Xi Hejin’s school seems to have magical power.

There is no racial discrimination among them, and they will not exclude you just because you are different from others.

Xi Jiuer pointed to the spiritual stones on the ground, "Do you want these? If you want them, take them."

Wu Ji shook his head: "No need."

Although the spiritual power contained in those spiritual stones had a great effect on healing his injuries and was several times faster than his own healing, Wu Ji still refused.

The two clusters of blue flames in his eye sockets dimmed.

Such a good thing shouldn't be something he can get.

From childhood to adulthood, everything he got had to pay a corresponding or even several times higher price.