Whatever happens, the magic weapon itself has spirituality.
Yan Xiangnuan consciously cannot force it, so he does not expect the dagger to recognize him as his master and become his own high-level magic weapon.
Thinking of Yan Xiangnuan holding the dagger and caressing it, then grabbing the dagger and pulling it out at will, only to find that the dagger was pulled out easily, without the suction force that he could not pull out when he was unconscious, and then the dagger was pulled out.
As soon as it touched the air, it emitted a dazzling light, and at the same time, a strong spiritual power spread out from the dagger.
Yan Xiangnuan felt the spiritual energy, and his whole body felt much better.
This spiritual energy was simply stronger than the power of merit.
Make people feel comfortable.
Although she has the energy of the Bianhua flower, every time something happens to her, she is very tired after being injured.
After waking up from a coma, she finds that she is fine.
Regarding her ability to self-regulate, Yan Xiangnuan has already figured out some ways.
And he was also excited about the endless aura on the dagger.
"Huang Quan Dagger, it's so powerful."
Because Huang Quan Dagger seemed to regard her as his master, when Yan Xiangnuan grabbed the dagger, he could actually feel Huang Quan Dagger's thoughts.
Huang Quan Dagger seemed to be very excited, and some wanted to take credit.
It was obviously He was talking about what happened in the afternoon, so Yan Xiangnuan praised it softly.
""The light on Huang Quan's dagger became even more dazzling.
I can’t help but praise this little guy Yan Xiangnuan looked at the bright light on Huang Quan's dagger with a soft smile in his eyes.
He then put the dagger away and turned around to go back to the bedroom.
However, he saw Bai Qingqing standing not far away, looking at her.
Looked at her calmly.
Yan Xiangnuan raised his eyebrows at him, grabbed the Huangquan dagger and shook it at her.
"I know that since I have made my promise to you, I will not go back on it.
What's more, Huangquan Dagger has recognized you as its master.
It is useless for me to snatch it back."
Bai Qingqing took a very open view and was not unhappy.
"Thank you."
Although Yan Xiangnuan paid a lot for the Huangquan Dagger, he still had to say thank you in the end.
Yan Xiangnuan nodded and asked about his doubts: "You gave Yan Xiangyang three hundred years of Taoism."
Bai Qingqing herself had been seriously injured, and her soul was already very thin.
At this moment, it seemed that her soul was even thinner than she thought.
Thinking about Yan Xiangyang's condition, she knew that it must be because of Bai Qingqing.
Because of Qingqing.
"Yeah."
Bai Qingqing nodded.
Hearing Bai Qingqing's nod of recognition, Yan Xiangnuan's thoughts became inexplicably weird.
In fact, her impression of Bai Qingqing was very complicated.
The relationship between her and Yan Xiangyang puzzled her.
She stood by and watched Xu Shujuan's matter, which made her feel that she was a little selfish, but ghosts, you really can't ask her to have too much love.
She was very kind, but for such a selfish person, she had no scruples when it came to treating Yan Xiangyang.
She had been seriously injured today and was hiding on the sofa in the living room.
After seeing Yan Xiangyang injured and unconscious, she immediately jumped out without hesitation.
Yan Xiangnuan admired her desperate attitude.
This Bai Qingqing is simply a contradiction.
She is obviously selfish but doesn't seem to be so.
It's just that her kindness is only for Yan Xiangyang.
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Therefore, Yan Xiangnuan's view of her has become complicated.
"That person's soul?"
Yan Xiangnuan asked again.
Even if Gong Tao dies, he will still have a soul, and he is also a person in metaphysics, so his soul must not be too bad.
"Swallowed by me."
Bai Qingqing nodded and spoke.
Sure enough, Yan Xiangnuan thought, looking at Bai Qingqing with a complicated expression.
As a ghost cultivator, her soul is too clean.
She has not swallowed a soul in seven hundred years, but now she has made an exception.
I don't know if she is saying she is stupid.
Or whatever is better.
"Then what's going on with your marriage to Xiangyang?"
Yan Xiangnuan said solemnly again.
Since he had already asked all the questions, he asked them all at once, so as not to know how to speak next time.
As a ghost, Bai Qingqing must be able to see Yan Xiangyang and the marriage line on her hand.
What Yan Xiangnuan is very puzzled about is whether this marriage line is a confusing ghost repair for seven hundred years.
Yan Xiangyang, who has just grown up at the age of eighteen, does not look like someone he can get involved with. "" When Bai Qingqing heard this, she lowered her head and looked at the red thread on the little finger of her right hand.
Then she followed the direction of the red thread and saw the closed guest room on the first floor.
She knew that there was something else about this red thread.
What was tied to one end was her destined marriage.
She stretched out her hand and gently touched the marriage line.
Although she couldn't touch the red rope, she felt as if she could.
Her expression was also very gentle, an expression of deep affection.
As a woman, Yan Xiangnuan saw Bai Qingqing acting like this.
Suddenly, she found that she didn't really want to ask about the results and reasons.
Although the marriage line between Bai Qingqing and Yan Xiangyang is strange, as long as Bai Qingqing treats Yan Xiangyang sincerely, he has to figure out what is going on with Yan Xiangyang, and let him do whatever he wants.
"I'm a little tired, I'm going to rest first."
Holding the underworld dagger, Yan Xiangnuan shook his head and spoke.
Then he saw that Bai Qingqing's soul was weak: "You were injured again and your cultivation has been greatly lost.
Take good care of yourself. " "Yeah."
Bai Qingqing nodded.
Yan Xiangnuan immediately took the dagger and went upstairs to the bedroom.
In the bedroom upstairs, Yan Xiangnuan carefully placed the dagger on the bedside table.
Feeling a little tired, she slowly lay on the bed until it dawned outside.
Nuancai vaguely heard the sound of the door opening, and then in the darkness, Jin Weimo's tall figure walked in.
"Not sleeping."
Jin Weimo walked to the bedside, and with the faint light coming from the curtains, he stepped forward and asked.
At the same time, he reached out and gently stroked Yan Xiangnuan's hair.
"Wait for you."
"I've finished taking care of it.
You can sleep a little longer," Jin Weimo said softly, reassuring Yan Xiangnuan at the same time.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
Yan Xiangnuan sounded a little sad.
"I'm going to do morning exercise."
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't hide his sadness: "Can you stay with me if you don't have morning exercise?"
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The two options of morning exercise and accompanying his wife were placed in front of Jin Weimo, and Jin Weimo chose the latter without hesitation.
"Okay."
The man who insisted on morning exercise agreed instantly.
He reached out and started to take off his clothes.
He turned around and gently opened a corner of the quilt.
The man who was hot all over immediately lay down on the bed, and then carefully hugged Yan Xiangnuan into his arms.
Yan Xiangnuan lay carefully in Jin Weimo's arms, listening to Jin Weimo's heartbeat, and felt at ease.
He closed his eyes and did not intend to sleep, but because of his peace of mind, he soon fell asleep due to sleepiness.
Fall asleep.
Jin Weimo hugged Yan Xiangnuan, looked at her with a slightly sideways look, looked at her small upturned nose, and then looked at her slightly open breathing mouth, and gently stroked her flat belly with his hot palms, feeling Enjoy the harmony and warmth of this moment. aa2705221: