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Chapter 205 The sick fallen immortal is very humble: he only loves the flower spirit (6)

As he talked, he seemed to feel that his description was too abstract, and he lowered his head and refused to describe it any more.

Yan Qingning patted his palm soothingly and coaxed him good-naturedly: "Since Master has never seen real lights, let's go and take a closer look."

"After you've seen it, Master, how about you describe to me what the lights in the human world look like?"

Jiang Zhuoan was silent for a long time, then nodded and said, "Okay..."

After getting his affirmative answer, the little man in his palm was obviously very happy. He happily leaned on his fingers and lay with his legs crossed.

Jiang Zhuo'an had always been pampered by him, so he naturally let him do what he did.

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Perhaps because it was the Lantern Festival, the streets and alleys in the human world were much busier than before.

Magnificent fireworks exploded in the dark sky. Kongming lanterns with various thoughts floated to the sky from the hands of young ladies to pray for blessings. Children carried lanterns of different shapes and led adults to shuttle between various vendors. .

The rivers along the way are filled with river lanterns that are as bright as stars. From time to time, there are exquisite boats chartered by wealthy children. The sound of musicians can be heard from inside, and the faint sounds of dancing girls can be seen through the layers of curtains. posture.

The stone bridge on the river was also lively today. Girls who were shy in the past would boldly give their embroidered sachets to handsome young men. If they meet someone they like, they can form a happy relationship today.

Yan Qingning was in this bustling place, but he couldn't show any interest. He even sat in Jiang Zhuo'an's palm with a cold face, holding back a feeling of depression.

For no other reason than Jiang Zhuoan received too many sachets.

The cold and dust-free banished immortal was dressed in white and walked slowly on the stone bridge. He seemed a little reserved because he did not understand the common rules.

However, it was precisely because of his restraint that more and more girls fell in love with him, so that he had more and more sachets in his hands.

Yan Qingning's heart felt sour when she looked at it, she crossed her arms across her chest, smacked her lips and said, "Master is Master after all. No matter where he goes, he is always so popular!"

Hearing what he said, Jiang Zhuo'an consciously threw the sachet in his hand into the river and coaxed him softly: "Aning, don't be angry, I won't like other people."

"I'm not angry." Yan Qingning snorted from her nose, rolled her eyes and said, "I just don't know how many girls' hearts Master has hurt by throwing these sachets!"

"What other people do has nothing to do with me." Jiang Zhuo'an knew very well that he was being petty, but he was happy to coax him, "The only one I care about from beginning to end is Aning..."

Jiang Zhuo'an's rare straight shot made Yan Qingning blush. He turned away from Jiang Zhuo'an and complained in a muffled voice: "Master said this suddenly, which makes people really unprepared!"

"A Ning doesn't need to prepare." When Jiang Zhuo'an's voice softened, he always showed a different kind of tenderness, making people feel cherished by him: "Because as long as A Ning needs it, I will help A Ning." Ning is ready."

"Master, what a foul!"

Yan Qingning's teeth were sore and the tips of her ears were extremely hot, but she refused to admit defeat at all: "It's a pity that I'm so old now and can't trap Master and declare to everyone that Master belongs to me only." of."

"I will always belong to you." Jiang Zhuoan seemed to have been enlightened by some kind of skill, and he said those sultry words with a normal expression: "I will always belong to you only."

"Only yours."

The silver amulet hanging around his neck lit up due to the light.

Yan Qingning raised her head and stared at his eyes that were darkened by the magic. The smile on her lips deepened unconsciously: "Master would never say such words that would make people blush and make their heart beat!"

Jiang Zhuo'an did not shy away from him. The fireworks in the sky were reflected in his dark eyes, making his eyes seem to sparkle.

Yan Qingning: [Xiaobai, is there any way to restore my normal body shape? 】

Xiaobai knew that the sour smell between the two would hurt him, so he voluntarily went to play cards with the system. When he heard Yan Qingning ask this, he said without thinking: [Host, everything needs to be controlled. 】

[If you do that kind of thing too much, your back will hurt! 】

[Who told you I was here for that kind of thing? 】 Yan Qingning's original good mood was completely ruined by Xiao Bai at this moment. He suppressed the urge to hit someone and said to Xiao Bai: "I will give you one last chance to organize your words." 】

Seeing that he was really angry, Xiaobai quickly straightened up and said seriously: "According to common sense, you just need to get closer to the Judge." 】

[Of course, if the host desperately wants to recover, the system can also allow you to recover briefly after using the permissions. 】

Yan Qingning: [Use the authority to let me restore it once. 】

A tingling warmth began to spread across his limbs. Yan Qingning scratched his palm and said, "Master, take me to the suburbs."

He didn't want to make a big change in the busy streets.

The little man in his palm gradually became hot. Jiang Zhuo'an panicked. He took him to the outskirts with his fingers and held him carefully: "Aning, how are you?"

His limbs were sore and painful. Yan Qingning gritted his teeth and did not respond to his words.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Zhuoan became even more nervous.

The silver-white amulet worn around the neck probably felt the aura of the same origin, and the whole body was filled with a silver-white shimmer due to excitement.

Yan Qingning frowned and subconsciously grabbed the amulet that came from the same source as him.

The silvery white shimmer slowly transferred from the amulet to his hand, and gradually expanded from his palm to his entire body.

Jiang Zhuoan stared at the little man tightly surrounded by silvery white light, not daring to breathe. He kept holding spiritual power and demonic energy in his hands, for fear that Yan Qingning would be hurt.

Facts have proved that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Since Yan Qingning's body was surrounded by the shimmering light from the amulet, the soreness and pain in his limbs have disappeared.

Instead, there was an extremely comfortable feeling of being immersed in warm water.

He squinted his eyes and watched as his body gradually returned to its original size, and then he looked up at Jiang Zhuo'an with satisfaction.

But the other party didn't intend to look at him, and even subconsciously avoided the possibility of looking at him.

"Master... don't want to look at me?"

He deliberately lengthened the ending of his voice, making him look aggrieved and pitiful.

Jiang Zhuo'an felt his heart tremble when he heard what he said. He tilted his head and explained: "That's not the case, I just...just..."

He hesitated for a long time and didn't know what to say to explain, but someone suddenly pressed his shoulder.

Yan Qingning pressed his shoulders, raised her head and kissed his lips.