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1912. Chapter 1911 Her patron saint [2]

At this time, Luanniao looked for Lan Shengxue for a long time but could not find it, and gradually became discouraged.

Standing on a hill, he looked at the dense forest in front of him and felt sad.

"Beautiful sister, where are you? Did I lose you because I was too stupid?"

As he spoke, he drank water from the gourd.

He was really sad today. When he was sad, he liked to drink water. When he drank water, he felt very painful.

The water in this red gourd is really limited. He is worried that he will run out of water after drinking it. What should he do?

Suddenly, a loud noise attracted his attention.

This sound was exactly the move Tianfeng used to attack Lan Shengxue. Tianfeng was too powerful. Although the move failed, the momentum was still there.

Luanniao's whole body was filled with excitement. Wherever there was movement, he wanted to go there.

With a 'swish', he transformed into the body of a bird and flew in the sky. He began to patrol the area below, searching for the source of the sound. When he flew over, he saw no one.

But he just flew forward, and when he turned around, a familiar figure fell into his eyes again.

"Pretty sister!"

Luanniao was so excited that he almost threw down his most precious red gourd.

But……

He was blinking while flying, huh?

Why does the beautiful sister run so fast every time she appears in his eyes?

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Tian Feng looked coldly at the group of people running in front of him and couldn't help but sneered. He turned his hand and swept past.

Lan Shengxue cleverly avoided it, holding the Fire Sword Spirit tightly in her hands.

The Fire Sword Spirit still didn't know what was going on. It blinked at Lan Shengxue in a cute manner. This was the first human being to appear in its life. Well, it was a girl.

Thinking of the scene where she grabbed it just now, it couldn't help but wonder, why was this girl grabbing it?

Xiaomu...

The Fire Sword Spirit thought of his playmate and began to struggle hard. Xiaomu was a sword spirit that had just woken up and knew nothing about the world. It was like a newborn baby that knew nothing except playing.

Lan Shengxue felt that the Fire Sword Spirit in her arms was trying to break away from her hand. She lowered her head and whispered, "What are you doing?"

The Fire Sword Spirit emits a ball of flames from its whole body. As a Sword Spirit, the firepower it releases can definitely rival that of the Little Fire Man.

Lan Shengxue hugged it tightly, even though her hands were burned, she still didn't let go.

Tianfeng was pressing behind her step by step. If she let go, the Fire Sword Spirit might not be safe.

"Stop moving, otherwise you will be in danger." She shouted.

How could the Fire Sword Spirit expect to get so much, and the firepower was released even more violently.

Fan Shi glanced at Lan Shengxue's burned hand, which was bleeding. He frowned, and flicked away the sword spirit in Lan Shengxue's hand.

"What are you doing? If this continues, I won't want these hands of yours anymore." His tone was still as light as water, but it had a touch of care.

How could Lan Shengxue expect so much, "The Fire Sword Spirit ran away!"

In the blink of an eye, the Fire Sword Spirit disappeared.

"We can still chase it after it runs away. If your hands are burned, can it be cured in a while?" The key is, it hurts.

Fanshi glanced at her.

Lan Shengxue was so anxious that she rushed forward desperately.

Seeing the duck flying, no one would be willing to put this matter on anyone.

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