Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 92 This sword spirit is too greedy 4

"Meng Xuan'an?"

"How did you come."

Lan Sheng spoke to Meng Xuan'an, but her gaze remained fixed on Zhao Zhao.

Upon hearing Lan Sheng's voice, Meng Xuan'an said softly, "Senior brother, I need to talk to you."

Lan Sheng stepped forward to take Zhao Zhao's Zhao Xue sword, then turned back to Meng Xuan'an and said, "If there's anything, just have a disciple come and relay it."

"Or I can come myself, there's no need for you to make the trip."

His tone was languid, seemingly disdainful, but actually concerned.

Meng Xuan'an was already used to his tone, and just smiled gently.

Only Zhao Zhao, the dim-witted one, didn't understand and even got angry on Meng Xuan'an's behalf, pouting angrily, "Lan Sheng, you bad guy."

"Bad guy?"

Lan Sheng turned around, bent down, and pinched his fair little face. "What are you saying, you rebellious little sword spirit?"

"Hmph." Zhao Zhao glared at him.

Meng Xuan'an chuckled, "So he is Zhao Xue."

"Ah."

"so cute."

“Indeed.” Lan Sheng looked at Zhao Zhao and inexplicably curled her lips, making Zhao Zhao extremely uncomfortable.

He scratched his head, turned around and left, muttering to himself, "I'm going back." He added, "I shouldn't have come to see you."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone to hear. Lan Sheng shook her head slightly, casually tugged at Meng Xuan'an's sleeve, and led him to follow behind Zhao Zhao.

Sensing his familiar gesture, Meng Xuan'an still smiled, "Senior brother, I have eyes in my heart. Even if I'm blind now, it doesn't matter."

Lan Sheng didn't let go of him, and said, "Can your cunning be as good as the path I lead?" As she spoke, she kicked a pebble on the road, tilted her head back, and said, "Can your cunning help you kick pebbles?"

Meng Xuan'an: ...

"My senior brother remains unchanged."

Lan Sheng's smile faded slightly. "No one is immune to change, and I am no exception."

Meng Xuan'an tacitly said no more. Since that incident, all of them, including his fellow disciples, were either injured or crippled, and none of them have recovered to this day.

Now that they were all dragging their broken bodies, Meng Xuan'an couldn't help but worry about the battle between immortals and demons three years later.

Lost in thought, Lan Sheng flicked her forehead. "What are you thinking about? Why are you looking so gloomy? Give me a smile."

Meng Xuan'an forced a smile, so Lan Sheng stopped looking at him and said quietly, "You'd better stop smiling."

Seeing Zhao Zhao walking quickly ahead, Lan Sheng led Meng Xuan'an to catch up with him.

He lowered one hand, wanting to pull Zhao Zhao along, but she not only quickly dodged away, but also glared at him unhappily.

Lan Sheng smiled, instantly intrigued, and picked him up. "Xiao Xue?"

Zhao Zhao exploded, "What?! You called me Zhao Zhao?!"

"Be good, Xiaoxue, I'll give you a little gem later."

"Ahem...actually, I think...Xiaoxue is quite nice too. Of course, I'm not after the gemstone; I just like the name," Zhaozhao argued.

Lan Sheng smiled wickedly; he had him completely under his control. "So that's how it is, Xiao Xue."

Zhao Zhao shuddered, completely unable to bear the name, and said with tears welling up in her eyes, "How about you call me Xiao Lei?"

"Hahahaha... Zhao Zhao, you're so funny." Lan Sheng's smile reached her eyes; she was truly amused by him.

He's still a money-grubber with some principles.

Not bad.

Having received a normal name, Zhao Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. He was held in Lan Sheng's arms, feeling his chest and laughing in waves. He was about to kick him a couple of times when he remembered that Lan Sheng was not in good health.

Okay... just don't kick it and break it.

Zhao Zhao sighed, life is not easy.

Meng Xuan'an behind him found it amusing, "Senior brother, you old fox."

"Ok?"

"What is Xiao An saying?"

"It's nothing." Having long been accustomed to Lan Sheng's magical attacks, he was now able to deal with them without batting an eye.

Seeing this, Lan Sheng lost interest and stopped teasing him, continuing to play with Zhao Zhao in her arms.

Zhao Zhao's face turned red with anger. She hadn't expected that this immortal venerable was actually a wolf in sheep's clothing, completely different from the feeling she had when she first met him.

"System, could Lan Sheng have had a different soul?" Zhao Zhao asked the system in her mind, full of doubt.

[Host, you can rest assured, the mission taker is acting normally.]

"Oh."