I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

The glutinous rice balls jumped up and down vigorously, with four little feet passing over Qin Su's belly gracefully, and three big tails that were still powerful enough to swing around his face.

The male protagonist finally woke up and wanted to grab the big neck of this stinky fox and strangle him to death. Tangyuan narrowed his fox eyes and rubbed against Xiao Qiqi's short legs. He also made a squeaking sound towards Qin Su, soft and weak. .

Xiao Qiqi picked up the fox and rubbed it. The fierce light in his big eyes stared back at Qin Su. Tang Yuan shook the fox's head and rested on Xiao Qiqi's elbow with a comfortable look on his face. His sharp eyes glanced at Qin Su. Come and take a look.

The male protagonist was so angry that he actually saw a mean smile on a fox's face, and realized what a vixen should look like. He lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were half soft, and he put his hand on the floor and coughed weakly, his lips The flap was soon stained with blood, and a few strands of hanging black hair were stained with the remaining blood on the floor. Xiao Qiqi's heart was broken. As soon as he approached him, Qin Su covered her nose and hid melancholy, helplessly. Said: "Princess, I have been allergic to fox fur since I was a child. In severe cases, I may suffocate."

Xiao Qiqi glanced at the wide-eyed glutinous rice balls in his arms, and decisively threw them aside. His big fat hands softly smoothed his heart. Qin Su stopped coughing and glanced at the glutinous rice balls. His complexion improved a lot. .

Tangyuan was convinced. After all, he was the male protagonist in the book, and the thickness of his fine white fur was still too shallow for his face.

"Princess, I'm fine."

Tangyuan saw Xiao Qiqi staring at Qin Su's face with a look of disdain, wagging his big tail impatiently, and turned around to look for the sword. The plump and round back of his head was invincible.

The green bead was wrapped in a thick purple spirit ball, and all its ideas were lost. It was like a dying leaf, struggling weakly against the barrier.

The Purple Evil Sword seemed to have completed its mission. It flew straight in front of Xiao Qiqi and stopped. She looked at the purple phoenix totem on the sword. The eagle was originally a water-attribute divine beast with the spiritual power to make wind and rain, but it was just a light emitted from the sword. The circle of black evil energy seemed to be from outside, and the spirit sword was shaking as if she wanted to get rid of it. As if she was an old friend, she held the hilt of the sword, closed her eyes, and inspired the only wood spirit energy in the Palace of Life, temporarily purifying the sword. The black evil spirit.

Qin Su also felt that there was a soothing energy in his mind that he had never experienced before, and the poison was completely suppressed. He seemed to be surrounded by an ancient and mysterious grand realm, and it was difficult to let go.

The spiritual sword turned into a wisp of purple smoke and easily merged into Xiao Qiqi's life palace. Her whole body was hot and purple spiritual veins appeared. Even Tang Yuan could feel the majestic and powerful purple spiritual energy, and her spirit became... Zhiyue: "The little kid seems to have recognized the spirit sword. I feel like my body is full of power." '

Xiao Qiqi felt this pure and clear surge of spiritual energy, which was higher than any spiritual power she had absorbed before. It was like the immortal power recorded in the book, and it felt very similar to the purple phoenix mysterious gun from Lingmen. Like, that was also an ancient spiritual weapon. Could it be related to the spiritual sword?

The spirit sword quickly merged with her, her body returned to calm, and she kicked Du Rui, "Stop pretending to be dead."

Du Rui woke up as if he had lost his soul because he couldn't hide it. Seeing the two of them staring at him, he felt that maybe even if he wanted to die, these three little ones would drag his soul back.

The green bead-shaped soul floated unsteadily, and he ran over, losing one of his shoes. His legs were weak and he knelt down in front of her. After a moment of silence across the barrier, he burst into tears.

When Lv Zhu saw him crying, she no longer had any intention of struggling. She retreated An Ran, letting her soul become transparent.