Christmas

Xia Yao smiled condescendingly at him, the brilliance seemed to surpass the sunshine, then he stretched out his hand, and the warm fingertips gently brushed his face.

Xia Yao smiled and slowly bent down, but then, he suddenly felt a sudden tightness in his lower body.

Xia Yao's expression suddenly revealed an expression of pain and joy, Shi Xie was startled, and reached out to grab Xia Yao's hand

wrist.

A hard and round object was pressed into Shi Xie's palm, and Shi Xie's eyes instantly became clear under the calcium carbide fire.

Half squinting his eyes and looking at "Xia Yao" in front of him, Shi Xie suddenly felt a sense of irritability.

"Who are you."

"Tsk, it actually broke my illusion."

"Xia Yao" no longer put on a show, and looked at Shi Xie with a dull expression.

"I am the spirit of this Bana flower."

"Xia Yao" had a wicked smile on his lips, with a playful look on his face.

Seeing the familiar face making an unfamiliar expression, Shi Xie felt a momentary sense of discomfort, and a burst of anger gradually rose from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help pinching the space between his brows irritably.

"Change back!"

"That's not acceptable. I don't have a real body. The appearance I transform is based on the appearance of the most important person in the memory of passers-by. So, if there is no next passer-by, I will remain like this forever."

No longer wanting to get entangled with the thing in front of him, Shi Xie turned around and left, and the thing behind him didn't stop him, just looked at it with interest. A few minutes later, Shi Xie looked at "Xia Yao" in front of him expressionlessly. .

Although the thing in front of him was against Xia Yao's face, Shi Xie's irritability became more and more intense, with the irritability of his treasure being defiled by others.

Fingers caressed the jade pendant on his waist, white light flashed, and a purple gold long sword was held in Shi Xie's palm, as if feeling Shi Xie's tyranny, the small lightning on the sword jumped a few times happily.

The tip of the sword pointed steadily at "Xia Yao", the blood red in Shi Xie's eyes slowly surged like substance, the aura around him began to be unreservedly exposed, and the uncontrollable murderous aura made him wander around The souls screamed and fled to the surroundings. "You made me lose a lot of food."

That "Xia Yao" seemed to be a pity, but it could be seen that he was not influenced by Shi Xie, and he still looked lazy.

Shi Xie also knew why he didn't care, because he was the spirit of Bi'anhua, even if he was beaten to death now, Bi'anhua would give birth to another spirit, so Shi Xie didn't want to confront him head-on, it was just the tyranny and opposition in his heart. Xia Yao's worry still made him irritated.

"Let me go out, otherwise if there is one spirit from the other side, I will give away one, and if there are two, I will give away a pair, and I will fight with you to the death.

what! "

Although he knew that Shi Xie wouldn't be here for too long, "Xia Yao" suddenly felt a little terrified when he felt Xia Yao's tyrannical aura constantly exuding from Shi Xie, it was a killing from a real God of War.

"I don't mean anything malicious, I just want to give you something."

"Xia Yao" stretched out his palm towards Shi Xie, and the red mist surrounded his hand. After a while, the mist dissipated, and a blood-red stone appeared in his palm.

"An adult said, 'If you meet a person with the blood of the god of war on his body, return this stone to him'." □The author's gossip: