Zhao Fan lowered his head and looked down at the little girl who was less than one meter tall. She was wearing a red top, a small white skirt, and two bare white feet. Different from Yaoyao, she was completely different. Like a flawless little fairy, without a trace of dust.
Zhao Fan looked a little surprised and asked: "Are you the tower spirit?"
"Yes, little master brother."
The little girl nodded. As she spoke, a pair of small dimples appeared on her cheeks. "The name given to me by the previous owner is Yaya, but I don't like this name. Brother, please help me choose another one." Bar."
Zhao Fan had a headache. Even though he had spiritual roots, he was unable to name him. He remembered that when he was trying to name his and Zhen Ran's son in the barren land of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang, he racked his brains and almost broke his scalp, but he couldn't figure out why. , almost hit his head against the wall.
"Brother, little master, please get me a new one." The little fairy pulled Zhao Fan's clothes, her gentle voice, and her soft little body made it impossible for anyone to think of rejecting her, especially That little expression seemed to melt even the coldest heart.
"Okay, okay."
Zhao Fan dragged his chin and asked speechlessly while thinking: "I said, you are the treasure spirit of Tongtian Xuanta. You can't even count your age. Why are you dressing up as a little girl like me, who was just tortured and abused by you? A young man who has been sleeping for nearly nine hours..."
"I don't care." The little fairy pouted, and she said depressedly: "I can't grow up, I really can't grow up. It was like this in the beginning, and it's still like this now."
"Um."
Zhao Fan nodded. This little fairy probably wasn't pretending to be naive on purpose. After all, she was a special type of life like a treasure spirit and couldn't be judged by common sense.
The little fairy stood aside with expectant eyes.
Zhao Fan thought about it for a while, and finally, an idea flashed in his mind, and he said with a smile: "Let's call you Cuihua."
"Cuihua?"
Although the little fairy didn't understand what it meant, her brows wrinkled instinctively, "Brother, little master, you have bad intentions. If you do this again, I will get angry. This name doesn't sound good. Please change it."
"..."
Zhao Fan rolled his eyes, and after another ten minutes, he asked tentatively: "Is that called Ta'er?"
"Don't worry, it's not as good as Yaya."
"Erya!"
"Two Yaya, is that any different from Yaya?"
"This won't work, that won't work either..." Zhao Fan raised his hand to hold his forehead. Immediately, his eyes lit up and he said: "By the way, among the seven peak saints outside, there are great Confucians and some who know the world. Fortune teller, let them choose the absolute best."
"No, let the little master take it." The little fairy shook her head and said: "From today on, I will always be by your side. Unless you break up with me, otherwise, until you fall, if you can't even make a name If you want to change it for me, that would be too unfair."
"..."
When Zhao Fan didn't know what to say, his nose suddenly twitched and he smelled a strange fragrance. He sniffed involuntarily and found that the source was actually the little fairy beside him, and that fragrance made his soul feel particularly comfortable. Even the whole body is in a relaxed state, and the fatigue from the previous nine floors has been swept away!
Zhao Fan couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Let me ask, why do you have a unique fragrance on your body?"
"Strange fragrance?" The little fairy looked at him unclearly, "I don't know, the previous master also said so. It seems because I am a tower spirit?"
Zhao Fan shrugged. He had never seen such a confused tower spirit. He didn't know anything about it. Then he suddenly had an idea and said, "How about I call you Xiangxiang?"
"Xiangxiang... Xiangxiang..." the little fairy repeated it several times, and it became more and more pleasant to her ears, so she readily agreed, "Thank you, little master."
"Then let's get down to business."
Zhao Fan asked inquiringly: "How to refine the Tongtian Xuanta?"
"Kiss me." Xiangxiang turned to her pink face, and her eyes were innocent.
