Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 270 Master Uncle Is My Family 25
"Because her cultivation base is too low."

Xin He frowned slightly upon hearing this, "But my cultivation level is lower than hers?"

"Oh, with me by your side, the aura in it won't have any effect on you."

Si Yin tidied up the broken hair on the little girl's shoulders slowly, with a gentle voice.

"Good."

Xin He lowered his head and stopped talking.

It will take several hours to return to Xuanzong, but after a while Xin He feels a little sleepy.

Suddenly, a small head rested on Si Yin's arm.

When he turned his head, he saw the little girl dozing off with her eyes downcast, her eyes slightly closed, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, her little head bit by bit, she was really cute.

Si Yin looked down, and there was a deepness in the dark eyes.

He unconsciously raised his hand and touched the girl's fair cheek.

Xin He felt a little itchy, shook her head, and leaned in another position.

Si Yin dared not move.

After a few seconds, as if feeling uncomfortable in such a posture, Xin He directly stretched out his hands to hug the big warm pillow in front of him, leaning his head against Si Yin's chest.

Xin He rubbed against Si Yin's arms like a little milk cat, found a comfortable position before continuing to fall asleep.

Si Yin lowered his eyes to look at the girl's sleeping face for a while, and then naturally put his other hand around her shoulder, as if he had done this kind of thing countless times with proficiency.

Xinhe slept very comfortably this time. She remembered holding a pillow all the time. This pillow was very comfortable and smelled good.

Is this smell a bit familiar?

Xin He's mind suddenly jolted, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

She looked at the scene in mid-air and blinked her eyes blankly.

Because of just waking up, Xin He's eyes were a little wet, her small face was dazed, and there was a dazed emotion in her eyes.

"Where is this?"

Xin He asked blankly, her voice had just woken up nasal, soft and waxy, with a lingering ending.

"woke up?"

A familiar voice came from above his head, Xin He nodded his head naturally, and the tip of his nose responded softly.

Just when she was about to reach out and rub her eyes, Xin He suddenly realized that she was hugging Si Yin.

She raised her little head and found that Si Yin was also looking at her. She blinked her eyes innocently, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and was about to let go when she found that Si Yin was also holding her.

Xinhe's face was slightly confused, a little confused about the current situation.

Fortunately, Si Yin let go quickly. He calmly straightened the wrinkled hem of his clothes, and said calmly: "The wind is a bit strong, I'm afraid I'll be blown by you."

Xin He blinked her eyes, she wanted to say that there was an enchantment on the sword and there was no wind, but seeing Si Yin's reddish ears, she swallowed the words.

Speechless all the way.

Xin He woke up at the right time, and now it is only a stick of incense away from Misty Sect.

When I arrived at Misty Sect, I found a large group of people standing at the gate of the sect.

Xin He turned to look at Si Yin, thinking that these people were welcoming him.

And both the head and the group of elders are there?
Xin He had a new understanding of Si Yin's position in Xuanzong.

I thought he was still a mascot.

Shuangmao expressed contempt for Xin He's thoughts: "Do you think everyone is like you? After all, he is also a person who wants to ascend, okay?"

Xinhe didn't want to talk to the two cats, and threw a dog at it.

Sure enough, Xinhe's guess was right.

As soon as Si Yin went down, a large group of disciples behind him saluted him in unison.

(End of this chapter)