Forget it, since Old Qinglong is slacking off, it’s better to let Dajuan come out and play.
Thinking of this, she curled her lips slightly and said slowly: "Big Volume——"
As soon as these words came out, almost everyone's attention was focused on her.
They were horrified. Could there still be ancient mythical beasts?!
Even the Qilin, who was fighting with the Sky-Devouring Python, was distracted and looked over.
Everyone looked on, and saw a cloud of mist appear next to Yun Zheng, and then gradually condensed into the shape of a little boy of four or five years old.
The little boy was wearing a white robe and had light yellow curly hair. He had a serious and old-fashioned look on his face. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking a bit like an old man.
At this moment, his eyes were pure black.
Some people were surprised, "Hey, why isn't it a mythical beast?"
"Is he some kind of spirit?"
"What is this little boy made of?"
“…”
Ling Moran frowned and stared at the little boy. What is this?!
Yun Zheng's voice rang out: "Dajuan, go help them."
"Yes, Master."
After saying that, the little boy floated away.
Yes, it drifted away...
The corners of everyone's mouth twitched.
What's going on?
No one present could sense what kind of spirit the little boy was. He wasn't an artifact spirit, an elemental spirit, or a grass spirit...
Wei Qi also couldn't sense the identity of the little boy. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the veiled girl. The doubts in his heart not only did not get resolved, but became deeper and deeper.
What is her relationship with Qilin?
Could what Qilin is hiding be related to her?
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