This time, when he returned to the space, Ling Qingxuan sat on a chair and looked at the figure on the opposite side from a distance.

Facing himself, he could clearly see the smiling face.

zz carefully observed the expressions of the two of them, feeling inexplicable.

Could it be that they don't want to contact each other anymore, looking at the communication of consciousness like this?

While zz was still thinking, the person on the other side had already walked over.

Step by step, he walked slowly to Ling Qingxuan, his low voice was sweet and magnetic, "Sir."

zz watched as he leaned over and kissed Aya Qingxuan's forehead, cheek, and lips.

The perfect jawline and the handsome face that matched it were clinging to the cold little girl, as if she wanted to convey the warmth of the past.

After a while, the man let go, the little girl's lips were dyed crimson, her eyes flashed slightly, and she reached out and hooked his neck down, deepening the green kiss just now.

Breath entwined, lips and teeth touching, zz covered his little head to reduce his sense of existence.

After a while, the shallow voice that made people blush and heartbeat disappeared, zz opened his eyes, and found that there was only Aya Qingxuan on the seat.

Eh, what about the villain?

"What are you looking at?" Ling Qingxuan said sideways.

The slightly hoarse low voice was directly touching the heart, and zz said in shock: "I didn't see anything!"

Was it just a hallucination of your own?

But the host's mouth is rosy.

"Open the plane."

After zz opened the plane and sent his host away, he still couldn't understand what was going on just now.

When it was tangled, a system prompt sounded in the space, indicating that the progress of the strategy was continuing, and the current progress was fifty percent.

zz squeezed a small fist, and the progress finally continued.

Rebels come on wow~

...

"Ling'er, you must take good care of yourself during this trip. The journey is difficult, and when you arrive at Tianxuanmen, please write back to us."

The man's tone was steady, and he had some arrogance.

"Sect Master, Linger knows."

With the crisp milky sound in her ears, Ling Qingxuan opened her eyes, and in front of her was a pair of long legs.

? ? ?

She straightened up, still with long legs in front of her.

Looking up, she saw the man who was talking just now. The man looked nearly thirty years old, with a straight face, with a righteous look, and was looking at her with a serious expression.

Ling Qingxuan looked down at her toes again, and then at her hands.

She has become smaller, look at this little hand, about five years old.

zz.

【o(*￣︶￣*)o This time the host is so cute, she will be killed by cuteness. 】

Cute hammer!

"The luggage has been packed, let's stay for the last night today."

The man was Xu Fan, the head of Feiyun Sect, and after explaining a few words, he let her go back to the house.

Aya Qingxuan turned to leave, and stopped when he reached the threshold.

The person who designed the threshold did it on purpose. Can a normal five-year-old child pass it?

"Oh, isn't this the cutest Senior Sister Ling in our family~" The person who came was just standing in front of the threshold, saying, he was about to bend over to hug Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan tapped her toes to dodge, and was shocked to realize that this body actually contained a huge spiritual energy.

What kind of gifted child was the original owner?

"Don't let me hug you every time, it's not cute."

Ling Qingxuan raised her eyes and saw that the woman was wearing light clothes, her long hair was hanging down, her lips were red, and she looked at her with a smile.

[Host, this is the little junior brother in your sect, Duan Qiu. 】

Oh... eh? Junior Brother?

What is going on in this sect? The original master is only five years old as the first apprentice, and there is a little junior brother who likes to disguise himself as a woman.

Duan Qiu was chasing after her to hug her, Ling Qingxuan went back to the house, flicked her hand, and a restraint came out at the door.

Why is Ren Duanqiu making a noise outside, Ling Qingxuan can't stay out of the house.

...

In the world of immortal cultivation, those with spiritual roots can cultivate immortals.

The original owner, Shangguan Ling, is the incarnation of Linggen. Although he looks like a five-year-old child, his aura is so powerful.

She was incarnated in Feiyunmen, so she became the first disciple of Feiyunmen.

The secret of Linggen's incarnation has been hidden by successive sect masters, and all other disciples will call her Senior Sister Ling, so far there has never been any problem.

Until a few years ago, Tianxuanmen became the leader of the Immortal Gate, and they detected strange fluctuations on Feiyunmen's side.

The two sects were separated from the in-laws before, so the current Immortal Venerable over there requires that they need to exchange disciples for spell exchange every three years.

Shangguan Ling and Duan Qiu were the candidates to be drawn this time.

There is no direct teleportation talisman from Feiyunmen to Tianxuanmen, so they need to create a later teleportation path on foot in crowded places, and they can use their swords only when they encounter an uneven mountain road.

The first two disciples who were sent to Tianxuanmen for exchange were two people, but each time, only one person finally arrived at Tianxuanmen.

The original owner was the one who died in this third exchange.

"Linger~Senior Sister Ling~I'm very nervous right now, just open the door and chat with me~" Duan Qiu was still making a fuss outside, Ling Qingxuan pushed the door open directly, Duan Qiu didn't notice, his head fell on the ground.

"Ouch my head." He rubbed his head and looked at Ling Qingxuan with wide-eyed eyes, "Senior sister, it hurts so much, please blow it."

Not to mention gender, the woman he dressed up was flawless.

Especially the pitiful appearance, he has learned so well. I heard that he learned it from Goulan at the foot of the mountain.

Ling Qingxuan looked at him coldly, "What are you nervous about?"

Seeing that she was willing to talk to him, Duan Qiu immediately sat down on his knees and said shyly, "It's just that one person will die every time they exchange. I'm a little scared."

This is not an alarmist, every time someone dies, Tianxuanmen will come to offer condolences, and give some good things along the way.

Make them look so big.

"Senior sister, you said that if I died, I would definitely be super ugly." He took out the mirror and looked around, "It's such a pity that my pretty little face died."

Ling Qingxuan's eyes were light: "I can't die."

"Hey, really? Senior sister, will you protect me? They are the youngest ones who come in at the latest~" Duan Qiu blinked and looked at her watery.

"No, don't disturb me."

The door was closed again, Duan Qiu chatted with her for a while, but still felt that Senior Sister cared about him very much. After all, Shangguan Ling only spoke a few words to everyone in this door, and only talked to the head.

This time, she said a lot to herself.

Duan Qiu was in a good mood and left humming a little song.

In front of the empty door, a phantom suddenly twisted.

The phantom wanted to go directly through the door, but was banned and isolated.

"Aya."

Ling Qingxuan was aware of the restriction, she waved her hand, the door opened automatically, and outside stood Xu Fan in a robe.

Xu Fan felt that the ban was no longer open only to himself as before, and his thoughts were mixed.

"What's the matter?" Ling Qingxuan asked.

The man stepped into the room, the door closed again, his eyes lowered, he walked slowly to Ling Qingxuan, leaned over and stretched out his hand, "Linger..."