Chapter 125: Protecting the Little Dragon (5)
It's just that the mood at the moment is not as bad as before. Murong Feixue's white eyes looked a little smiling.
In Long Ming's view, it is arrogant but not arrogant, charming but not demonic, more like a strange frolic between lovers. In addition to being happy, the corners of his mouth widened......
"You're a ...... person"
Murong Feixue thought about it, but she really couldn't find any adjectives to say about this person. He was speechless. It seems to be a bit of a fight and not going, leading the trend of regression. However, since she has decided not to love anyone in this life, she doesn't care who he is, just ignore it!
"Hurry up and feed this little Xuanbing Gai Luolong, or you should be hungry."
As Long Ming spoke, he also walked over. Standing beside Murong Feixue, following Murong Feixue's example, he stretched his finger to Xiao Xuanbing's lips. Xiao Xuan Bing Gai Luolong still didn't open his eyes, he opened his mouth and took Long Ming's fingers.
The soft touch made Long Ming, who had always been cold, unable to stand a frown. Looking down at this little thing, he couldn't stop smiling.
"Huahua, take it and breastfeed the mother Xuanbing Gai Luolong." Murong Feixue didn't care that Long Ming was teasing him happily.
Directly and carefully handed over the little Xuanbing Gai Luolong to Huahua, preparing to let the mother Xuanbing Gai Luolong breastfeed the little Xuanbing Gai Luolong. But unexpectedly, Xi Shaoyang suddenly shouted in shock......
"Oh no, the mother Xuanbing Gai Luolong is dead!"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes widened, and they hurriedly surrounded Xuanbing Gai Luolong. It had closed its eyes silently, and it didn't look like it was breathing.
"How is that possible? This Xuanbing Gailuo Dragon was also a nine-rank spirit beast, how could it be so dead? Long Ming's mature and steady face showed a gloomy look.
"Maybe it's this head Xuanbing Gai Luolong who gave all his spiritual power to Xiao Xuanbing Gai Luolong......" Huahua hung the corners of her mouth, and looked at Xiao Xuanbing Gai Luolong who was sleeping peacefully in her arms with some gloomy eyes.
Murong Feixue's two eyebrows frowned slightly, and she raised her hand to attach the body of the Xuanbing Gai Luolong, and probed it slightly......
Sure enough, in Xiao Xuanbing's body and Luo Long's body, there was an unusual surge of spiritual power. From the feeling of the strength of that spiritual power, there is at least the spiritual power of a nine-stage spirit beast. Perhaps, it was really this female Xuanbing Gai Luolong who inherited all the spiritual power in her body to the little Xuanbing Gai Luolong.
The power of mother's love is great, if it is in this life, if the mother is not dead, maybe you can still feel the family affection. However, after creating and making people, after crossing over, what I feel the most is deception. All kinds of conspiracies and tricks have made him very disappointed in Murong Mansion.
Seeing Murong Fei's snow-white little face, his eyebrows were worried. As if a dark cloud was covering, his bright eyes were full of compassion for the passing of the Xuanbing Gai Luolong.
"I didn't expect you to have so many sentimental sides......" Long Ming raised his eyes to look at Murong Feixue, and there was no banter factor in his eyes. There was even a bit of seriousness and pity.
"Hmph...... There's so much more you can't think of. β
Murong Feixue pursed her lips and glared at Long Ming unceremoniously. He didn't plan to pay attention to Long Ming anymore, turned his head and said to the little white tiger, "Dispose of the corpse of Xuanbing Gailuolong, we will adopt Xuanbing Gailuolong, you will take good care of it in the future......"
"Meow, master, I'm a little white tiger, not a puppy, you can't tell me to dig a pit and bury such a big Xuanbing Gai Luolong, right?" The little white tiger frowned, a pair of blazing tiger eyes, which were already about to become cross-eyed.
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