Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1125: Birth of the Heavenly Tomb! (1)
The two words "weak and weak" reveal a strong dependence and trust.

The traces of dragon scales on both sides of Zixie's cheeks also slowly disappeared, and his flying long hair was restrained in brilliance, falling to the shoulders of the shawl, winding on the ground, almost completely covering his small body.

"It really scared me to death." Ling Wushuang patted Zi Xie's shoulder, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and really broke out in a cold sweat.

The state of Zixie just now is obviously insane, if it is not controlled in time, the consequences will be unimaginable, either it will become an irrational killing machine, or the true energy will be reversed and the profound power will be completely useless!

"Xinghai Forest has been destroyed, it's all those damned monsters." Zi Xie withdrew from Ling Wushuang's arms, looked at Ling Wushuang with deep and shallow eyes, and his whole body was wandering between violent and quiet, almost audible The sound of his teeth grinding.

His clan, his father, and the entire Xinghai Forest were all destroyed in an instant!
Ling Wushuang's horrified mind has not yet calmed down, and after she stood up and pursed her red lips tightly, she just sighed softly, "Zi Xie, you can only do more things if you control yourself well."

Although she was guessing a bit, she really didn't expect that Zixie would be a descendant of the royal family of the Xinghai Forest. If she speculates like this, it must be a purple dragon Qilin who commanded all beasts in the Xinghai Forest in the ancient times.

After hearing Ling Wushuang's words, Zi Xie was slightly taken aback, lowered his eyes, showing a rare obedient and docile expression, "Mother, I'm sorry for making you worry."

That's right, if he can't even control himself, how can he seek revenge from the demons, and how can he talk about helping his mother and father?
"It's fine." Ling Wushuang curled the corners of his mouth, which was rare and gentle.

Zixie's power is too strong, and the ancient blood of Ziyu Dragon Qilin in his body is even more unfathomable. If he really goes crazy, maybe even she and Junyan can't control it, and she dare not think about the consequences.

"Ok!"

Zixie nodded heavily, and smiled to reveal the marks of sharp canine teeth on the edge of her crimson lips. She quickly recovered from the gloomy state, and joked with a smile, "With my mother here, how can something happen to Zixie?" , is it right?"

Ling Wushuang gave him a helpless look, "Poor."

"Is it because the power of the lost soul has not been fully restored?" Lou Junyan stepped forward slowly at this time, stretched out his big palm, leaned towards the top of the little guy's head, and said in a deep voice with a stern expression, " Let me see."

Lou Junyan spoke coldly and calmly, but there was also an imperceptible worry in the depths of his eyes.

"Will it be?" Ling Wushuang was also very worried about these guys who were always playing with their souls.

"It's okay!" Zi Xie retracted her head very quickly, but she still couldn't outrun Lou Junyan's hand.

When Lou Junyan put his hand on the little guy's head, Zixie's shoulders suddenly collapsed, and he showed an expression like a frost-beaten eggplant. He silently held back his stomach, his cheeks showed an unnatural crimson color, "Oh..."

The little guy grumbled, but he didn't know what he was mumbling about.

The light silver-gray color seemed to fall like mist, floating down from the top of Zixie's head, making his brows flash with purple light, he remained motionless, and was pressed against his head by Lou Junyan's big palm, he was obedient as if like a puppy.

"fine?"

In the hall where sawdust was scattered everywhere, Lou Junyan's voice drifted out.

"Hey." Zi Xie raised his eyes to look at his father, and smiled with bared teeth.

"Huh?" Lou Junyan raised his eyebrows, his face getting darker and darker.

Zixie cried, "Actually, it's just a little bit that hasn't been repaired yet." As he said that, he stretched out his fingers and pinched it, blinking a pair of beautiful purple pupils and looking at his father, "It's just a little bit."

Lou Junyan frowned, "A little bit?"

The corners of Zixie's eyes twitched fiercely, and his shoulders slumped, "Okay, a little more."

"Huh?" Lou Junyan's voice sank again.

"Okay, okay, I haven't had time to repair it yet." Zixie couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hands silently, completely surrendered, and his mother came back. How could he sit still? Yes, you can fix it slowly.

"Purple Evil!"

After hearing this, Ling Wushuang's complexion twisted for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back his growl, what are you kidding, this little guy really doesn't regard the soul as a human being!

"Oh, I got it, I got it, let's get out of here." Zi Xie shrank his head, and was immediately revived by Ling Wushuang's roar. After secretly turning his eyes and peeking down at Junyan downstairs, he even waved his hands again and again, "Zi Xie go away by herself."

At the end of the sentence, a ray of purple light came out of the window, gliding across Xinglan like a meteor shower, and instantly fell into the thunder pool, causing ripples of thunder and lightning.

Ling Wushuang watched Zixie disappear in front of him with a swish, angry and funny at the same time, the corners of his mouth were curled and loosened, with mixed feelings in his heart, and the tangled expression finally turned into a long sigh, "This little guy still needs more money!" Take some time."

Ling Wushuang couldn't be more clear in his heart that Zixie would definitely not be able to catch his breath in such a short time.

From the uncontrollable madness of the little guy just now, you can see the annoyance and hatred in his heart. The impact of the few memories in the ancient times was too severe. The little guy just I don't want Ling Wushuang and Lou Junyan to be worried about him, it's just that they didn't show it obviously after being overwhelmed.

"fine."

Lou Junyan breathed a sigh of relief, staring at Lei Chi's direction with deeper eyes, and muttered in a deep voice, "Zi Xie is far stronger than both of us imagined."

"No matter how strong he is, he's still just a child now." Ling Wushuang turned his eyes and gave Lou Junyan a light look, squirmed his lips, estimated a little, and sighed, "If you really want to count, this little guy is only two years old. I can't."

Speaking of this, Ling Wushuang couldn't help recalling that when Zixie's divine soul had just condensed, it fell into her arms by the edge of Leichi, and it was really a milk doll who didn't know anything.

Lou Junyan just smiled slightly at Shang Ling Wushuang's suspiciously resentful eyes, and said nothing more.

"Those damned monsters are really hateful." Thinking back, even Ling Wushuang couldn't help gnashing his teeth with hatred, "However, no matter what the reason is, we must not let them stand up this time! "

As soon as Zixie was born, he encountered the bloody and destructive battle of the ancient times. The entire clan was wiped out, and he was hunted down and fell into the thunder pond when he was young. For hundreds of millions of years, he was a lonely soul and a wild ghost wandering the world. How much did you bear?Thinking of this, Ling Wushuang felt even more distressed, and the little pitiful maternal affection suddenly flooded.

Lou Junyan laughed hoarsely, "It depends on human effort."

(End of this chapter)