"It's not surprising that a person has his own talent." After a moment, the man in purple whispered.

Luo Qingyue shrugged indifferently. This sentence is a fact. Everyone and everyone have different qualifications and physiques. There is no regulation in this world that you must cultivate what kind of power you must practice.

Some people are gifted, such as genius.

Some people have elm-heads and can't learn anything.

And although she has no mysterious power, she is born with spiritual skills.[

This is a blessing hidden in misfortune.

What's more, when she was an agent, she lived on the edge of the knife, so she was inevitably somewhat self-defense.

This kind of power was born in her previous life. Later, she entered the Hidden World Sect and met Xiaobao's brother-in-law. He knew his power well and taught her the method of practicing.

Xiaobao's brother-in-law and the little mao-bag in front of him are of the same kind. They are both spiritual objects in the world and are similar to each other. She uses the technique taught by Xiaobao's brother-in-law to tie the little mao-bag, which is no problem. [Xiaobao's identity and origin, please see another strong female article "The Three Lady of the Concubine: The Crazy Concubine in the City" for details]

Luo Qingyue stretched out her right hand and formed a magic trick on her chest. A white spiritual light suddenly turned out, and it was faint, like a firefly in the dark. Her fingers gently pressed on the forehead of the small maomao ball, and the spiritual light that bound the small maomao ball disappeared.

The little maoba suddenly crawled into the arms of the man in purple, looked at Luo Qingyue, and smiled: "Master, this girl has a future. Can I go and join her?"

Luo Qingyue had long been no longer interested in Xiao Maomaoqiu's words. This little thing spoke irrelevantly. After a very short time of time, she knew it.

"Are you stopping you?" the man in purple said lightly.

The little maoba ball had his little head drooping and muttered in a low voice: "I still think the master is strong."

Luo Qingyue: "

Not feeling it is true.

She really doesn't know what the man's strength is.

After a while, Xiaomaoqiu reminded the man in purple to take a drop of Luo Qingyue's essence and blood.

Luo Qingyue cut her finger without wrinkling, condensed a drop of semen and blood and gave it to the man in purple.

The red blood beads surged in the darkness. The man in purple didn't know what power he used to circle the drop of essence and blood with mysterious power and rotated in the air.

The small maoba ball's big blue eyes suddenly reflected a sharp blue light, and the drop of blood in the sky.

The bright red circle is forbidden in the water-blue waves, and looks a bit weird in the dark.

The man in purple sighed as if helplessly, and gently tapped his finger and recalled the drop of blood to his mouth.

I don’t know if it was Luo Qingyue’s illusion. She had just seen the man in purple leaning against the stone wall with a look of haggard and pale face. After swallowing the drop of essence and blood, her face improved a little. [

The man was filled with a mysterious and unpredictable aura. His origin, his identity, his strength, and everything he did to him made her unable to guess what this man wanted to do.

The quiet cave was trapped in an unprecedented quiet atmosphere.

I don’t know how long they have been in this cave. Listening to the rumbling sound outside, Luo Qingyue knew that the avalanche had not been completely eliminated and they still had to stay in the cave for some time.
Chapter completed!