Prehistoric: Across The Country

Hong Lei went out, intending to go back to his usual meditation room to practice.

Turning around suddenly, he caught the Chaos Sword that had been floating behind him, and the pitiful little sword Ling Xixuan who was holding the sword and almost crying.

Seeing the little girl crying or not, Hong Lei felt a little distressed in his heart, but his face remained indifferent: "What are you doing, isn't it telling you to stay in the alchemy room, it will help you absorb the spiritual energy there."

Xixuan said aggrievedly: "But ordinary aura is useless to me at all, it's useless!"

Hong Lei felt as if he had discovered something: "Ordinary aura is useless, so what kind of aura can be absorbed?"

Could it be that Xixuan can only absorb my spiritual energy?

Xixuan made a bitter face, but just shook her head and said: "I don't know, but I really can't absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world, only the little spiritual energy that the master gave me earlier can barely be used by me."

Hong Lei understands, but this is not the reason to follow him all the time. Even if he cannot absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world, recuperating among a pile of spiritual stones is much better than following him. Every magic weapon will not resist the spiritual stones. Even if Xuan is the one who is different, what is the benefit of following him?

"Then why are you following me~〃?"

Hong Lei asked slowly.

Originally, when Yunxiao reminded him that there was a problem with the sword spirit, he was skeptical about it, but when he focused on the Chaos sword and his body, he found that everything was wrong.

For example, since the appearance of the sword spirit, he has almost never left the Chaos Sword for various reasons, and even put it aside when sleeping; for example, why is Xixuan so weak? At one of its peaks, the sword spirit is as sharp as the sword; and why does Xixuan look like a little girl? From Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao, the appearance and temperament of the sword spirit are often the same as the sword spirit. Almost, his Chaos Sword looked heavy and sharp, and it clearly didn't match the appearance of a little girl like Xixuan.

All kinds of signs indicated that Xixuan might not be as simple as he imagined, but he couldn't help but think about it.

When Hong Lei asked this question, Xixuan's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. Although she concealed it well, she couldn't escape Hong Lei's eyes.

"me…………"

Xixuan "I" for a long time, but there is no reason for "I".

Hong Lei was not in a hurry, he stood there leisurely looking at Xixuan who kept wringing his fingers.

When he thought that Xixuan had nothing to say, Xixuan suddenly turned her mouth away, and big drops of tears fell from her eyes.

"`"I........I'm afraid, if the master is not here, I........I......."

Hong Lei was almost defeated by Xixuan crying, seeing Xixuan crying out of breath, he endured and endured, his left hand held down his right hand that was about to wipe the tears for the hospital, and said cruelly: Then I Just stay (Wang Haohao) in the room next to you, and I will rush over if anything happens, so you won't be afraid. "

Xixuan sobbed and said: "No..."

Hong Lei decided indifferently on his face: "That's it, you go back, I'll clean up, and I'll be next to you tonight." in the room.

He blocked all of Xixuan's subsequent rhetoric, regardless of Xixuan's eager crying and persuasion, and forced her to hang her back in the original room. .