Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 740 One sound shakes the world, all beasts surrender! (2)
In fact, what she wants to ask more is, what is this?Where did it come from? Most importantly, what is Jun Yan's situation now!
Thinking of this, Ling Wushuang lowered his eyes nervously to the Thunder Pool Abyss below, but after the extremely violent riot, everything returned to tranquility, and the sound of lightning and thunder still filled the world.

"Whoa--"

In the sea-like thunder pond, there were repeated thunderclaps as usual.

"I said, what the hell are you?" Ling Wushuang helplessly grabbed the hazy cloud of purple mist in his arms, and gave him a fierce look, "Do you know?"

"Ah." The little one was pulled to meet Ling Wushuang's eyes, and turned his little head. There was a little ignorance in his black eyes glowing with purple light, and his pretty long curly eyelashes blinked, as if he was a little bit concerned about Ling Wushuang's words. Confuse.

In other words, that is to say, he didn't seem to understand the meaning of Ling Wushuang's words at all.

Ling Wushuang instantly felt like he was talking to a duck, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Pretend I didn't say anything."

However, she always felt that this little guy didn't seem like a human being, but if it was a legendary mysterious beast, it would never have survived the nine-fold thunder calamity, and she hadn't noticed the thunder calamity coming, so how could it take shape?Moreover, it seems to have a lot to do with Jun Yan.

"What's the matter, I got a cheap son." Ling Wushuang hugged the little milk baby, wanting to cry without tears, unable to understand it, so he stopped entangled.

Let him stay for now, Jun Yan shouldn't last long.

As soon as his eyes turned, Ling Wushuang continued to stare at the world of lightning and thunder, his dark eyes were filled with tension.

Xiao BuDian seemed to let out an oh, his voice was ignorant, and then, he hooked Ling Wushuang's neck with his white and tender hands, and looked around with his big dark eyes, as if he was curious about everything.

"Chirp!"

Xiao Jiu's chirping and chirping voice came from nowhere.

When Ling Wushuang looked around, a small fiery red mass had already reached her feet. After wandering around for a while, he nibbled the corner of her skirt boredly, and the sharp claws grabbed Ling Wushuang's long hair. Boots snorted.

"Xiao Jiu, go and play." Ling Wushuang scolded a little irritably.

Nearly ten days have passed, except for a little milk baby who appeared out of nowhere, Lei Chi has been silent. Even if Ling Wushuang is calm and calm, at this time, he can't help feeling a little worried and irritable.

"call--"

After Xiao Jiu saw a ball of foreign objects in Ling Wushuang's arms, her long and narrow eyes widened, and the hair all over her body fluffed up unconsciously, but the small lavender balls twisted in Ling Wushuang's arms , looking down from the top, the purple mist of Wang Yang met Xiao Jiu's eyes, the little guy let out a long cry, and his tail straightened in an instant!
"squeak!"

Xiao Jiu's strange long cry was unprecedented. Its red hair like satin was erected, and its small body was puffed up like a ball.

Ling Wushuang frowned and looked at Xiao Jiu, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, "What's the matter?"

The purple ball in Ling Wushuang's arms narrowed his eyes as he stared at Xiao Jiu. There seemed to be a trace of clarity and cunning in the ignorant colors, and a brilliant smile slowly bloomed on that pink and jade-carved face. Smiling, immature face, but it is strange and charming.

"Chirp!"

As if someone stepped on her tail, Xiao Jiu jumped up, turned her head and ran into a clump of dead trees on the side, and disappeared in a flash.

"what's the situation?"

Ling Wushuang raised her brows lightly, looked at the little boy in her arms, and then at Xiao Jiu's startled look.

The purple ball looked at Ling Wushuang's eyes and blinked in a dazed way. He also followed her example, twisting his small eyebrows and raising them lightly, but it made his small face All weirdly tangled together.

The corners of Ling Wushuang's eyes twitched, and she realized that this little guy was just like a newborn baby, who seemed to understand nothing, or in other words, could he be an old monster, couldn't he be a thunderbolt, rejuvenated?
Thinking of this, Ling Wushuang's expression twisted slightly, and he glanced up and down at the little one in a strange way.

The little milk baby also wrinkled his face, looking at Ling Wushuang suspiciously.

"Boom!"

There was thunder and thunder in my ears, the Milky Way poured down, this space was silvery white, and bright lightning cracks kept flashing through those dark eyes. I was always thinking about Lou Junyan's situation, and Ling Wushuang didn't even bother to go. Think so much.

"You, just stay by yourself." After shaking for a long time, Ling Wushuang finally grabbed the ball from his arms.

The long purple hair hangs down, winding to his feet, overlapping and falling to the ground, like dense vines, wrapping the pink and jade-carved little milk baby, who was placed on the ground by Ling Wushuang He just stayed there obediently, and also looked in the direction Ling Wushuang was staring at.

"boom!"

The silver python rushed down from the sky, slashing fiercely in the burning sea.

Every time a thunderbolt strikes, Ling Wushuang's heart tightens.

The surrounding dense mountains, like the pillars of the gods, rise from the ground, and the rolling forests, with undulating waves, surround this silvery ocean.

The thunder pool is vast, and the strange power is twisted and intertwined, just like white waves churning up in the dark green ocean. At its center, twisted to form a huge irregular circle.

Time, a minute and a second passed.

"It's been half a month." Ling Wushuang pursed his lips into a straight line, murmuring to himself, he was worried, but he was not as irritable as before, because of the firmness and trust in his heart.

"It's okay." The crisp and tender voice, still somewhat vague, rang clearly in Ling Wushuang's ears.

But when Ling Wushuang turned his eyes in surprise and looked at the small ball beside him, he was smothered by a vague sentence, and his crimson lips parted, saying, " Father."

Ling Wushuang choked suddenly, if there was water in her mouth, she would have to spit it out.

Who can tell her where this little ghost head came from?
Father, Jun Yan?
The little milk baby looked at Ling Wushuang and grinned, with two small white fangs looming, and a flirtatious look on her immature face, but her expression was still ignorant and innocent, as if she didn't know her own strength. What are you talking about.

The corners of Ling Wushuang's mouth twitched slightly, his clear eyes narrowed, and he looked up and down at the little doll in front of him.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but in a few days, she seemed to feel that he had grown up a bit, and the ignorance in his eyes gradually faded a little.

(End of this chapter)