I'm flirting with tyrants

Chapter 613 Little Ancestor!
Chapter 622:
"Baixi may have already gone in, let's try to see if we can go in." It was not an option for a few people to stay where they were, so Ja Luo suggested.

****
Xiao Qingxuan's breathing became tighter and tighter, and sometimes he even wondered if he was about to suffocate. He thought about entering the soul ring, but everything in his body didn't seem to obey her orders.

Only at this moment did she know that the other party had set such a seamless trap for her.

"Who the hell are you!" Xiao Qingxuan coughed, his face turned even redder.

"Soon, you will know..." The old voice was mysterious and refused to appear no matter what, but after a few seconds, she still saw his real face.

"Ancestor, ancestor, be gentle, be gentle!" A black-robed old man with a bald head was kicked out, and the surroundings gradually returned to light.

"You dare to touch me, my lord?" It was an extremely cold and arrogant voice that she was familiar with.

"Xiao Qingxuan, you can fall into such an old-fashioned trap, should I say you are stupid, or are you stupid?" After the old man was thrown out, a small figure floated in front of Xiao Qingxuan.

Gold eyebrows and stars, childish little face, dissatisfied pursed lips, hands behind the back, showing an old-fashioned appearance that does not match the body.

"Little ancestor?!" Isn't this the dead little ancestor?
She watched him die in front of her with her own eyes, and she could never be wrong.

But the one in front of her exuded her familiar scent and soul power.

Coupled with his pair of red and blue eyes, he was even more convinced.

"Hmph, if this deity doesn't show up in time, your life will be gone." The little ancestor half-closed his unique eyes, snorted coldly, crossed the soul world, and embraced her with both hands.

Seems like an old friend I haven't seen for a long time.

"My lord, I'm back..."

In a word, Xiao Qingxuan's eye sockets felt moist, she hugged her back, her voice became a little more dependent, "Welcome back."

The little ancestor was her first spiritual comfort in this strange yet familiar world. His death caused her great harm. She once thought that she killed him.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..." The bald old man kept chanting such a sentence.

"What stage of magic is he, and where is this place? How did you subdue him?" Xiao Qingxuan asked a question.

After the little ancestor was pushed away, the displeasure flashed across his face, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Xiao Qingxuan didn't see it.

"Above the supreme level, here is the real illusion created by him. Of course, this deity subdued him with his strength." The little ancestor looked at him like an idiot.

Xiao Qingxuan choked, it seemed that the question she asked was not clear enough?

She pursed her lips for a moment, and was about to ask another question in another way, when she saw the old man who had fallen on the ground get up, muttering: "Go to me, go to me, go to me..."

"Hiss..." Xiao Qingxuan's entire arm was in severe pain.

She raised her hand and opened her sleeves, and the vertical and horizontal injuries were slowly deepening.

"You were touched by him?" The little ancestor's tone was a bit bad, and seemed a little angry, but now Xiao Qingxuan couldn't care less about thinking about it, so she nodded.

"Damn it, dare to touch the deity's things." The little ancestor glanced at the scarred arm, his hair was windless and automatic, and the black robe flew upside down. The posture rises and smashes down hard!
(End of this chapter)