A moment later, the two of them flew parallel to the spirit boat, riding their swords. The little guy in Baili Xijiang's arms only showed his fluffy head, his fur was blown into a mess, and he huddled up like a puppy and barked.
Song Tingwan and Qin Xi stood by the railing of the spirit boat, watching them and smiling.
In no time, the little guy, with its messy fur, raised one paw and cried out excitedly.
There was no fear left in his eyes.
"You mean, this is how dragons raise their children?"
Song Tingwan looked helplessly at the excited little guy, and smiled at her sister and Qin Yuanyuan beside her.
Song Siyao, holding her sword with an aloof air, said, "Sister, you can ask Baili."
After all, he was still a young dragon, so he probably hadn't forgotten.
Qin Xi covered her mouth and laughed, "I finally remembered, isn't this the little white tiger from the cards we play? Wan'er, quickly take it out and let me see it."
moment.
Several tables were set up on the spirit boat. The five people and the Yunyin Clan disciples each found a seat and started playing cards in groups of three.
Little Ao nestled in Baili Xijiang's clothes, craning its neck to look at Baili Xijiang's cards, occasionally swatting one or two cards away with its paw.
Baili Xijiang exclaimed "Ouch!" as he picked up the cards and reached out to tuck the little guy into his clothes.
After a while, Xiao Ao's round eyes darted around, and he leaped out of his arms. Then he hopped and skipped around on the spirit boat, running around and having a great time.
Occasionally, it would stop at people's feet, wait for them to notice, then pat its head with a smile before moving on to find the next person.
After a long while, the little white tiger, tired from playing, climbed onto Song Tingwan's lap, spread out in a fluffy ball, and fell asleep on its back.
Song Tingwan chuckled and rubbed its ears; this time it was finally no longer afraid.
The Moonlit Silk Silk also fell from her wrist, widening to cover the little guy's round belly.
As the sun set, the spirit boat slowly sailed through the air. The people on board marveled at the beautiful sunset, put down the White Tiger and Double Dragon tokens in their hands, and looked up at the view.
Young, energetic faces yearn for the future and for their homes that are getting closer and closer.
If only things could stay this warm and peaceful forever.
pity.
One dark night, a pitch-black door suddenly appeared on the original route of the spirit boat.
Unexpectedly, Song Tingwan, who was sleeping lightly on the bed, turned cold. Her powerful divine sense suddenly made the spirit boat retreat, but the dark door swallowed it whole.
The original route of the spirit boat was empty, with the last trace of demonic energy dissipating in the wind.
Within the Cloud Hidden Clan.
Bamboo leaves suddenly fell from the top.
Song Chaoxuan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.
Wearing only a thin coat, he walked alone into the courtyard.
The moonlight was bright, yet also melancholic.
Even though they knew the children were safe, they couldn't help but worry.
The trajectory has changed; from now on, it's up to them to gradually alter the outcome.
All he can do is offer some guidance when the will of Heaven permits.
Their most recent attack was aimed at Aji.
This child is simple-minded yet calm. As long as he is not misled, everyone will be safe.
He sat quietly in the clouds, waiting for the children to return.
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