This is the hundredth year since Bai Nin fell into the Little Secret Realm. He deeply wants someone to quarrel with him. Ah~ it's so boring~
He fights every day and bullies the snake who happens to be a neighbor next door. He is very bored.
One day, I robbed a seed in the middle of the road. It is said that it can also bear fruit that allows all living things to have spiritual bodies. I just need a sword spirit to fight, so plant it!
The planted sword spirit slowly condensed into a solid body, and the white ninja felt more and more that this spirit looked familiar.
Damn it, isn't this the archrival from eight hundred years ago? !
White Ninja: Why are you in my sword! ! ! ! ! ! !
Jiang Yan'an couldn't help but roar: This is my sword, don't you know that the boss has claimed it! ! ! ! !
The white ninja explored the sword body and found that there was indeed no sword spirit. Wait, isn't this the one in front of him?
Come on, little An'an, don't be afraid, let's find a master~
The flower of the former high mountain and the explosive attack later vs. The old and immoral young man attracts bees and butterflies.
Intention: How should we have fun at home during the epidemic?