"Whose voice was just now?"

Hearing this subtle sound like a little girl's voice, Zhao Yiran's pupils almost shrank into two small dots...

Buzz ~!

Buzz ~!

Immediately afterwards, the little ant appeared in Zhao Yiran's sight.

At the same time, Zhao Yiran saw the little ant's constantly wriggling mouth.

"Master, it's me, it's me, I'm a little ant!"

The little ant kept flapping its wings and flew around Zhao Yiran.

"Uh...you~you are mother..."

Zhao Yiran asked in surprise.

Xiao Ling... It's okay, Zhao Yiran can see the gender at a glance.

And the words of the little ant... are very small in themselves.

Moreover, Zhao Yiran has never paid attention to this issue...

“Yes~!”

“Yes~!”

The little ant seemed very excited, and repeated.

"Okay, okay~!"

Zhao Yiran stretched out his palm, and the little ant fell into his palm.

"Today is a double happiness. Come on, my master will give you a good thing!"

Zhao Yiran touched the agile tentacles, opened the sandalwood box beside him, and "dipped" the spiritual wave ring.

After gestured on the little ant's head for many times, Zhao Yiran showed a strange look: "Where should this thing be placed? It won't fall off?"

It seems to be a question, and it seems to be talking to oneself.

The little ant's body shrank sharply, and a more subtle voice came out: "Master, let me do it!"

Buzz ~!

Just after the little ant's body shrank, he recovered in the blink of an eye.

A buzzing sound emanated from the top of the little ant's head.

At this time, above the little ant's head, there was the spiritual wave ring.

Buzz ~!

Buzz ~!

Another buzzing sounded, and substantial fluctuations came from the tentacles of the ants.

At this time, Zhao Yiran saw that the tentacles of the little ant were actually still!

However, the fluctuations emitted from its tentacles made Zhao Yiran understand.

The tentacles of the little ant are not moving, but the frequency of fluctuations is almost at a certain level, which makes it difficult to see the naked eye.

As a result, Zhao Yiran smiled, and a trace of spiritual power fluctuated above his eyes.

After falling back to the little ant's tentacles, Zhao Yiran couldn't help but exclaim: "Huh? The spiritual power is attached to the eyes, and can only be discovered by chance? Or the phantom..."

Just when Zhao Yiran was joking, he suddenly felt a stream of spiritual power breaking out from the sea of ​​spiritual power in his eyebrows and pouring into Xiaoling's body.

And after Zhao Yiran's spiritual power penetrated into the little ant's body.

A pot of Clivia placed on the windowsill in the bedroom suddenly appeared in a phantom.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom slowly escaped from the Clivia and then froze on the side.

At this time, there were two gray silk threads above the tentacles of the little ant, connecting the phantom of the Clivia!

A feeling of palpitations instantly hit Zhao Yiran's heart.

Xiao Ling on the side also looked awe-faced, leaning tightly against Zhao Yiran's trouser legs...

Just as the shadow of Clivia was frozen, the Clivia that was still in the flower pot instantly withered and then dissipated one after another.

"Is this... soul-losing?"

Feeling the strange fluctuations emitted from the little ant, Zhao Yiran pondered.

The Clivia on this windowsill was previously vibrant and full of vitality under Zhao Yiran's observation.

But at this moment, it disappeared withered and yellow...

This forced Zhao Yiran to be amazed at the power of Qianhun!

Moreover, the death of Clivia can be said to be under the lack of clarity.

In Zhao Yiran's opinion, it seemed like an hallucination appeared.

The little ant's body shrank sharply, and a more subtle voice came out: "Master, let me do it!"

Buzz ~!

Just after the little ant's body shrank, he recovered in the blink of an eye.

A buzzing sound emanated from the top of the little ant's head.

At this time, above the little ant's head, there was the spiritual wave ring.

Buzz ~!

Buzz ~!

Another buzzing sounded, and substantial fluctuations came from the tentacles of the ants.

At this time, Zhao Yiran saw that the tentacles of the little ant were actually still!

However, the fluctuations emitted from its tentacles made Zhao Yiran understand.

The tentacles of the little ant are not moving, but the frequency of fluctuations is almost at a certain level, which makes it difficult to see the naked eye.

As a result, Zhao Yiran smiled, and a trace of spiritual power fluctuated above his eyes.

After falling back to the little ant's tentacles, Zhao Yiran couldn't help but exclaim: "Huh? The spiritual power is attached to the eyes, and can only be discovered by chance? Or the phantom..."

Just when Zhao Yiran was joking, he suddenly felt a stream of spiritual power breaking out from the sea of ​​spiritual power in his eyebrows and pouring into Xiaoling's body.

And after Zhao Yiran's spiritual power penetrated into the little ant's body.

A pot of Clivia placed on the windowsill in the bedroom suddenly appeared in a phantom.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom slowly escaped from the Clivia and then froze on the side.

At this time, there were two gray silk threads above the tentacles of the little ant, connecting the phantom of the Clivia!

A feeling of palpitations instantly hit Zhao Yiran's heart.

Xiao Ling on the side also looked awe-faced, leaning tightly against Zhao Yiran's trouser legs...

Just as the shadow of Clivia was frozen, the Clivia that was still in the flower pot instantly withered and then dissipated one after another.

"Is this... soul-losing?"

Feeling the strange fluctuations emitted from the little ant, Zhao Yiran pondered.

The Clivia on this windowsill was previously vibrant and full of vitality under Zhao Yiran's observation.

But at this moment, it disappeared withered and yellow...

This forced Zhao Yiran to be amazed at the power of Qianhun!

Moreover, the death of Clivia can be said to be under the lack of clarity.

In Zhao Yiran's opinion, it seemed like an hallucination appeared.

Just as the shadow of Clivia was frozen, the Clivia that was still in the flower pot instantly withered and then dissipated one after another.

"Is this... soul-losing?"

Feeling the strange fluctuations emitted from the little ant, Zhao Yiran pondered.

The Clivia on this windowsill was previously vibrant and full of vitality under Zhao Yiran's observation.

But at this moment, it disappeared withered and yellow...

This forced Zhao Yiran to be amazed at the power of Qianhun!

Moreover, the death of Clivia can be said to be under the lack of clarity.

In Zhao Yiran's opinion, it seemed like an hallucination appeared.

But at this moment, it disappeared withered and yellow...

This forced Zhao Yiran to be amazed at the power of Qianhun!

Moreover, the death of Clivia can be said to be under the lack of clarity.

In Zhao Yiran's opinion, it seemed like an hallucination appeared.
Chapter completed!