Chapter 599—The Spirit of Enchantment (2)

The sword dust sitting cross-legged on the bed suddenly turned over and steadily fell on the ground. His eyes glanced around and shook his eyes. The gods came out and shrouded the entire inn to try to find out where the person was talking. But what disappointed him was that he did not find it at all.

It just appeared in his ear, and the sound that sounded incomparably was as if it was not what people said. This voice is different from the voice mastered by the mighty King, because the voice of the Holy King is directly in the ear, and the source of the sound cannot be found at all. Unlike the one just now, he can accurately capture the origin of the sound. At the same time, and just beside him, such a strange scene made him feel creepy, as if there was an invisible ghost talking to him.

"Who is talking?" Jian Chen's face became extremely dignified, so he was the first time he saw such a strange thing.

Perhaps in response to the question of Jian Chen, suddenly, the original dark room gradually became brighter, and only a trace of light source gathered in the room, gradually condensed into a person's illusion.

It was a little girl dressed in a long pink group. It was only 12 or 3 years old. It was very cute, but the only fly in the ointment was that the figure of the little girl was virtual, not physical, her body seemed to be completely It is made up of light. As she appeared, the darkness in the room was completely dispelled and became brighter.

The pupil of Jian Chen was reduced to the size of the eye of the needle. His eyes fixed on the little girl, and he saw the ghost.

"Who are you?" Jian Chen sighed low and shouted. Facing a little girl who seemed to have no threat at all, he was already very vigilant. This little girl is really evil.

The little girl looked at the sword dust curiously, and then walked around the body of Jian Chen for a few laps. The gaze kept glanced back and forth on Jian Chen, and muttered incomprehensibly: "Good, light, master's It tastes so good, but you are obviously not my master, hello, who are you?"

When the little girl said it, the sword dust was the second monk, but the sword dust still did not relax. He replied: "In the lower sword, I don’t know who the little sister is. Why come to my room?"

"Sword dust?" The little girl's brow slightly wrinkled, revealing the look of thought, the next meaning asked: "Who is Jian Chen?"

"Sword dust is me!" The muscles of Jian Chen's face twitched slightly.

The little girl's gaze fell on the sword dust again: "You call it Jian Chen? It's not right, you are not my master, my master's name is not called Jian Chen, and you are not so weak, but strange, yeah, why do I smell it? What is the taste of the owner? Is it that I am wrong? It is impossible, the taste of the master is absolutely not wrong, although it is very light, but I can still distinguish it."

The little girl turned her eyes for a few laps and suddenly smiled at the sword dust: "Big brother, you tell Xiaoling how good, have you seen my master, where is my master now, why is he so long? I don’t come back to see Xiaoling, don’t you want to be a little spirit, forget the little spirit.” Behind the scene, the little girl’s eyes are slightly red, and it seems that she is going to cry out, very wronged and sad.

Looking at the pitiful appearance of the little girl, the heartstring of Jian Chen was deeply touched. He seemed to see that a child who lost his parents was working hard to find lost parents. It was such helplessness and so lonely.

"Little sister, can you tell me who you are? And who is your master, maybe I have seen it somewhere." Jian Chen asked, and in his mind, quickly put all The big people I know have been thinking about it all over.

"I am a little spirit, but others call me the spirit of enchantment. As for my master, you should know that he is the city's owner!" the little girl replied.

"The city's city owner?" Jian Chen screamed and whispered, seemingly thinking about where the city's city owner is sacred, but immediately, Jian Chen's face suddenly changed, exclaimed: "What do you say? Your master is the city owner of the mercenary city?"

"Oh, yes, yes, my master is the city owner of the mercenary city. Big brother, you really know my master. Tell me where my master is now. Oh, big brother, beg you. The little girl said with excitement, the latter gradually turned into a pleading, and looked at the sword dust pitifully.

Jian Chen sucked a cold breath, staring blankly at the little girl who looked like a 12-year-old girl with an incredible look.

The city owner of the mercenary city has only one since ancient times, that is the first strongest person in Tianyuan, Mo Tianyun!

The owner of this little girl in front of her eyes turned out to be the first strongest person in the Tianyuan continent - Mo Tianyun! How can this not shock the sword dust.

For a long time, Jian Chen finally calmed down slowly. He stared at the little girl in shock and questioned: "Little sister, what you just said is true? Mo Tianyun, the owner of the mercenary city, is your master? "Now, Jian Chen would rather believe that he was wrong.

"Yeah, yeah, he is the master of Xiaoling. Xiaoling will never forget the whole life. When the name of Xiaoling was obtained by the master, it was only the master who left for a long time and did not come to visit Xiaoling. Xiaoling wants to think about the master." The little girl said lonely, this moment, her petite body looks so lonely.

The shock in Jian Chen’s heart could not be described by words. He looked at the little girl in front of him with a stunned look.

In front of this weird little girl, is it really the same age as Mo Tianyun?

Thinking of this, Jian Chen suddenly realized that a very terrible problem, which made his heart shudder, if the little girl in front of him was really the same person as Mo Tianyun, then she lived. How long has it been?

"Big brother, I beg you to tell Xiaoling how good it is, where is the owner? Why don't you see Xiaoling for so long, Xiaoling wants to think about the master." The little girl stared at Jian Chen with tears. Poor, I see pity.

Looking at the poor girl's poor appearance, Jian Chen was also angry with a trace of love and compassion, but the words of the little girl were surprising, so that Jian Chen did not know how to answer.

Mo Tianyun was a figure in the ancient times. Although he was the strongest person in the mainland, he still couldn’t resist the erosion of the years. He had already passed away for many years. Now there is only the original prestige that has been left behind. How could Jian Chen see it? Mo Tianyun.

"Big brother, I beg you, tell the little spirit is good, where did the owner go?" See Jian Chen, the little girl said again, the tone is full of pleading.

In the heart of Jian Chen, he sighed in secret. Some of the horrified girls looked at the little girl and fell down. They said, "Little sister, I am afraid I will let you down. I have never seen your master."

"Impossible, big brother, you lie to the little spirit, the little spirit's nose can be spiritual, big brother, you can't lie to the little spirit, big brother, you have the taste of the owner, you must have seen the master." Said the mouth, his face is a look that does not believe.

Jian Chen shook his head and smiled. "Little sister, you must have made a mistake. I have never seen your master. Although your master is the first strongest in the Tianyuan continent, now the time has passed so long, your master. I have already sat down with the big limit."

"Big brother, you deceive, the master supernatural, has already surpassed the shackles of the big limit, and live with the world, how can you sit down, big brother, you can't lie to the little spirit." Xiaoling some angry martyrdom, against the sword Dust said that her master has sat down and said that she is very dissatisfied.

Sword dust has some headaches and rubbed his temples. I really don't know how to deal with the scary little girl in front of me.

"Big brother, beg you, do you tell the little spirit owner where?" Xiaoling will definitely repay you." The little girl kept repeating this sentence.

"Little sister, I don't tell you, but I really haven't seen your master." Jian Chen said helplessly.

The little girl was anxious, crying and sulking, and choked: "But, but you have a taste of the owner, although it is very light, but you can't help the little spirit, big brother you must have seen the master."

"Is there?" Jian Chen carefully examined his body. He also felt very strange. How did the little girl always say that she had Mo Tianyun's breath, but he was sure that he never saw him. Passed Mo Tianyun.

Suddenly, Jian Chen’s brain flashed in a flash of light, saying: “Little sister, maybe I have something that your master once left, so you will feel the taste of your master.”

"Is it really like this? Big brother, you really didn't see my master?" There was an indescribable sadness and desolateness between the little girls.

"I swear, my sword dust has never seen your master!" Although Jian Chen could not bear to make such a cute little girl sad, but in order to completely dispel the misunderstanding in her heart, she had to do so.

The little girl was stunned. She stood there and stared at the serious sword dust. It seemed that she did not dare to accept this fact. After this posture continued for a few breaths, suddenly a "wow" cried out and choked: "Master, where are you, are you really not ignorant, Xiaoling wants to miss you, Master, where are you?" The little girl cried very sadly. As she cried, her body was constantly dimming, disappearing little by little in the eyes of Jian Chen, and the room was once again in a darkness. .

"Hey..... Master, where are you? You are coming back to see Xiaoling. Xiaoling wants you to miss you...." The dark night sky keeps coming from the little girl that is sad and sad. Crying, the sound is constantly going away, it sounds in the whole sky, and finally disappears.

Listening to the sad cry of the little girl, the sword dust seems to have been infected, and the mood has become heavy, and deep in the heart of the love of the little girl who just appeared.

Jian Chen re-ignited the candlelight, then pushed open the window and looked at the scenery outside. At this moment, it was already three in the morning. The city of the mercenary was silent. The voice of the little girl seemed to have not been heard by anyone.

Jian Chen closed the window and went to the bed to sit down. He took out three snow-white skins of only the size of the palm from the space ring, and pinched it in his hands.

Because in him, the most mysterious is only these three animal skins that I don't know. From the past, one of these three animal skins, let the Bijia, who has the strong power of the Holy King, go to perdition.

"Why, these three hides are left by Mo Tianyun." Jian Chen secretly stunned.