Chapter 481 Cute!

The nine goblin priests stopped chanting, and all spurted out a mouthful of blood, which sprinkled on the stone pillar.

As soon as the blood touched the stone pillar, it seemed to be soaked in the stone pillar and disappeared without a trace, which was strange and inexplicable.

The nine goblins were not surprised, but their faces suddenly turned as pale as their heads.

Standing up, without saying a word, they jumped off the stone pillar together.

On the ground, there were nine similarly dressed priests, tremblingly ascending the nine giant pillars, and continued to pray.

***

As the sun set, the hot weather eased.

But it was still dry, and there was not even a trace of moisture in the air.

Jimo Ya waited at the place where he fell for an hour or two, but Mo Si and the others didn't appear, so he left some marks and walked forward with Huan Qingyan.

As soon as we walked, we walked to the sunset.

Fortunately, changes in the weather do not have much impact on their practitioners, hot or cold, can be adjusted with spiritual energy.

"Uncle, I'm hot." Huan Qingyan's nose was covered with sweat.

Jimo Ya taught patiently, "Let your spirit treasure help you resist the high temperature."

A woman with a lack of IQ asked curiously, "What is Lingbao?"

Jimo Ya grabbed her white wrist and pointed to the imprint of the Lingbao on the wrist. One of her hand imprints was in the shape of a pig, and the other was in the shape of a leaf...

Now it seems that the leaf shape is slightly more obvious.

So Jimo Ya picked out the leaf-shaped spirit treasure, "This is your spirit treasure, try to summon it."

"Wow, is this my spirit treasure? But how to summon it?"

Jimo Ya glanced at her lazily and noblely, "You are its master, use your consciousness to think, sense it, let it come out to help you..."

Huan Qingyan widened her eyes and blinked.

Blink again.

Like a goose!

Jimo Ya rolled up his sleeve, revealing his left wrist, with a miniature dragon imprint on it, "Look at me, Long Lingbao..."

As soon as the words fell, the little miniature dragon came alive and flew out from the wrist.

Jimo Ya didn't make it bigger, it was still in a miniature shape, and after circling Huan Qingyan for a circle, he went in again.

Huan Qingyan clapped her hands happily, "Xiaolong, Xiaolong, so beautiful, as beautiful as uncle."

"Try it, your Lingbao is also very beautiful."

Huan tilted his face longingly and said, "Really?"

Jimo Ya gave her affirming and encouraging eyes. Under the setting sun, he was slender and extremely handsome.

Huan Qingyan was very confident, pointed at her wrist, and ordered, "You, Little Lingbao, come out and play with me..."

no response.

Huan Qingyan stretched out a finger and poked the mark, "Little Lingbao, come out and play with me!"

Still no response!

Jimo Ya's expression is calm, wise and elegant, but the smile in his eyes cannot be hidden, this girl is really... cute!

Huan Qingyan poked her fingers several times, but Lingbao still didn't come out.

She gave up without being upset, and said bitterly, "Uncle, my spirit treasure is broken."

Jimo Ya thought about it, maybe her brain is not very bright now, and she can't use her mind to control it. Fortunately, the strength of the five-star spiritual master is still there, and this abnormal climate should not cause her any serious problems.

"It's okay, I will definitely come out in the future, do you want to drink water?"

Looking around, there are hills and valleys everywhere, the light is convex and convex, and the blood-red sunset illuminates the yellow land, making it look extraordinarily depressed and hot.

There is nothing that Huan Qingyan can't eat or drink, so naturally she takes the water bottle to drink.