Chapter 140

The two of them were very happy.

Pei Zimo approached Ning Shi curiously and asked with his head tilted: "What happened to you today? Why are you so abnormal?"

Although Ning Shi's expression could not be seen because he was wearing a mask, his voice was usually flat.

Ning Shi shook his head depressedly and said in a muffled voice: "Nothing."

He felt bitter, but he didn't say it.

Then he stretched out his finger, poked Lingo gently, and said: "Let's go."

Lingo nodded slightly and said: "Okay."

The two walked side by side for a few steps, and Ning Shi couldn't help but look at Lingo.

His eyes swept across Lingo's face from time to time, and he muttered to himself that this was the first time in history that he could walk with Lingo so peacefully.

In the past, he had no idea what the situation would be. Of course, Lingo was still very weak now, so even if they really fought, he was not very worried.

Lingo felt his frequent gazes, turned his head slightly, and said in a calm voice: "What's the matter?"

Ning Shi hesitated for a moment, and his steps also paused. Finally, he couldn't help asking: "Is there a way to cure your eyes?"

After saying that, he secretly recalled that he had never seen Lingo's eyes intact.

Lingo looked calm and gently uttered a word: "Yes."

Ning Shi was full of doubts, took a few quick steps, and walked side by side with Lingo, asking: "Then why don't you cure it?"

Lingo raised his head slightly, and said casually: "I'm used to it."

Ning Shi was speechless, and secretly complained in his heart, how could anyone like blindness? ?

He couldn't help but say, "What a pity."

Lingo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

Ning Shi looked serious, approached Lingo, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You can't see the master's stunning face."

Lingo heard it, and his body stagnated slightly, and he didn't move for a long time.

Ning Shi said leisurely, "No one in this world can resist the master's face, regardless of man or woman."

His voice was low, with a trace of unquestionable certainty.

Lingo smiled, and there was a bit of expectation in that smile: "In that case, I really want to see it with my own eyes."

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Temple

Wen Rong heard Nan Xunran coming here, and hurried over. Before he got close, he shouted from a distance: "Brother!"

Nan Xunran turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw a white ball flying towards him in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye it crashed into his arms.

Wen Rong shouted in midair, his voice floating in the wind: "Fan Yue!"

Nan Xunran's eyes turned to the mount under him.

Wen Rong flew down and turned his head to look in the direction of Nan Xunran's gaze, his face full of pride: "Brother, this is Fan Ri, my newly tamed mount."

It was a fire dragon, burning with flames all over its body, and its body was extremely huge.

After Wen Rong went down, it shrank a little and approached Nan Xunran a few steps.

The huge head slowly appeared in front of Nan Xunran, like a burning hill.

It suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and Wen Rong hurriedly stopped it in a panic: "Brother! Be careful of Fan Ri's fire..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Ri just shouted and shut his mouth obediently, and his appearance seemed a bit docile.

Wen Rong was so angry that his mouth opened wide, his eyes widened: "Fanri! Why do you always burn me!"

Fanri exhaled a breath from his nose, and the strong airflow blew Wen Rong's clothes violently.

Then he turned his head away from him, holding his head high, looking very proud.

Wen Rong was speechless, then turned his head to talk to Nan Xunran: "Brother, is your mount here?"

Nan Xunran raised his eyebrows slightly and replied: "Xiao Xiao?"

Wen Rong nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of expectation, "Yeah! I've heard Pei Zimo and others talk about it for a long time, but I haven't seen it yet."

Nan Xunran looked calm and said slowly: "Xiao Xiao is at Nan's house."

Wen Rong drooped his head and muttered: "Okay."

At this time, Nan Xunran waved his hand gently, and the space suddenly cracked, and a deep round hole appeared, and the space inside was twisted and chaotic.

"Roar!" A deafening roar came from it.

Then, a majestic figure slowly stepped out.

The figure held his head high, looking down at all living things like a king, with his mane flying wildly and a pair of antlers standing tall.

Its body was as graceful as an elk, covered with scales, and its tail, like a cow's tail, swung vigorously and stirred up gusts of wind.

The wind whistled, and the surrounding space trembled, as if it could not bear this powerful force.

Wen Rong's eyes widened and he shouted, "Qilin!"

Nan Xun

Ran nodded gently.

The Qilin walked gracefully to Nan Xunran's side, slowly lowered its head, and rubbed his sleeves intimately.

Wen Rong took a few steps forward and asked impatiently: "Does it have a name?"

Nan Xunran replied indifferently: "No"

Wen Rong was stunned when he heard this, and then excitedly suggested: "Why not give it a name!"

Nan Xunran replied gently: "Okay."

After speaking, Wen Rong fell into deep thought, his brows knitted, he paced in place, and muttered to himself.

After a moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at Nan Xunran, his eyes full of expectation, and said: "How about Fanxing!"