Space Spirit Spring: Farmer Girl Cleverly Headed Home

After having fun all day, the children were all tired, and leaned on their seats to fall asleep on the way home.

Su Haitang put a thin blanket on them and saw that they had no signs of nightmares, he drove home with confidence.

After taking a bath and eating, Su Haitang completely posed for a meditation posture, and his mind flashed into the space.

The little fox came and rubbed her trouser legs obediently, her small black eyes were crystal clear, there was no ominous blood, but she was also less sly and agile, as if she was just a well-behaved pet.

In fact, it is indeed degraded and insane.

When Xiaoyu forced it out of Cheng Yuanzheng's body, he made hands and feet. He wanted to strip away its spirituality and completely wiped out its evil intentions. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyu despised his opponent and fell short.

Half of the little fox's wits returned to his body smoothly and successfully regained his consciousness, but he could no longer speak, and he didn't even know how to winks. He was more than a little bit stupid;

The other half of Lingzhi was blown away by Xiaoyu, but the remaining part counterattacked when Xiaoyu's successor was weak, sneaking deeper into Cheng Yuanzheng's body, trying to swallow Cheng Yuanzheng's spirit and seizing the house.

Cheng Yuanzheng was injured together with the little fox, and was unexpectedly intruded into the body by the little fox's spirit.

If he hadn't had a strong temperament, I'm afraid he would have been succeeded by the little fox early, and there would have been little jade later.

Now he is one body and two souls, fighting for control of the body. For the time being, it seems that Cheng Yuanzheng has the upper hand, but he has less and less contact in the past two years, and he refuses to come back to see her for anything. Needless to say, Su Haitang Also know it well.

Cheng Yuanzheng felt that he was struggling, and worried that he would not be able to suppress the influence of the little fox's remnant soul and would inadvertently hurt Su Haitang, so he simply banished himself.

Of course, he is not a stubborn temper, he is definitely searching for a way to relieve his hidden dangers, but the progress must not be optimistic.

He definitely doesn't want to hurt Su Haitang, because one loses and the other grows, and the energy of the remnant soul is replenished, which means that he is weak. If left alone, he and Su Haitang will be swallowed and become rations!

Su Haitang absolutely trusts him and is willing to do something for him and himself.

"Contact Cheng Yuanzheng."

Su Haitang put a five-hearted attitude toward the sky, took a deep breath, and asked Xiaoyu.

Cheng Yuanzheng was once drawn into the space, and there was a little fox in his body. Using the little fox body and space as the medium, paying a certain amount of energy for the price, it is not impossible to contact Shangzheng.

"Is it necessary?"

Xiaoyu gnawed the stone painfully, and asked unwillingly. The energy is hard-won, and it's hard to make ends meet.

"Don't you say that he has been working very hard now. If he is stimulated, he may go crazy? I should say goodbye to him. It's not good that the backyard catches fire."

Su Haitang was calm, and even a small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for the two people who were seriously injured in the past, the little fox dying to fight back to seize the Shecheng expedition, and now she has become a glorious soldier's wife, maybe she has the baby of Cheng's expedition in her belly.

The man had been holding back for 25 or 6 years, as long as he saw her, he would be rascal.

"All right."

Seeing that she had made up her mind, Xiaoyu did not waste her effort to object. With a wave of her small hand, the cold spring water was as sharp as a knife, cutting through the little fox's hind legs, a string of blood burst out, and he was dragged by him to draw a weird symbol in mid-air. .

The little fox wailed, and the little black eyes were wet, and he was grievingly next to Su Haitang.

The instinct of the little beast is still there, knowing who can keep it safe.

The white mist surged, forming a channel, which stretched out indefinitely.

Su Haitang's heart palpitated suddenly, and when he looked up, a familiar figure gradually approached in the passage.

"Cheng Yuanzheng..."