Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 90 This sword spirit is too greedy 2

Lan Sheng's deep eyes met Zhao Zhao's clear pupils, and he saw through all the emotions within them.

It seems that his little sword spirit really likes these things.

"Master," Zhao Zhao called out willingly, having been bribed.

"Good boy." Lan Sheng casually rubbed his head, and seeing that he was still naked, she took out a royal blue robe from her storage ring and put it on him.

After putting it on, he looked her up and down, raised an eyebrow and said with satisfaction, "Not bad."

Zhao Zhao touched the fabric of the robe, very excited, "Is this robe very expensive!"

Lan Sheng chuckled, "It's priceless."

Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up. "I really like it. Thank you."

Lan Sheng smiled slightly and advised, "You were just born today, so it's not advisable for you to stay out for too long. Go back to the sword."

Zhao Zhao turned her head and saw the rather "shabby" spirit sword. Her lips twitched instantly, and she said aggrievedly, "It's too ugly. I don't want to go back."

Lan Sheng found it amusing. This little sword spirit had such a strong preference so soon after its birth? She raised an eyebrow slightly. "What do you want?"

Zhao Zhao looked up at Lan Sheng with expectant eyes, "Change to a nicer sword." Of course, it was up to him to decide what he thought would be a good one.

Lan Sheng, with a languid air, raised her hand and tapped his head. "Wishful thinking."

With a casual wave of his hand, he stuffed him back into the sword.

Sensing the sword spirit that was very "active" in the spiritual sea, he slightly curled his lips.

As night fell, the sword spirit in the spiritual sea remained excited. From day to night, it was as if it had been injected with chicken blood, constantly studying its own body and power.

As Lan Sheng lay on the bed, preparing to rest, the spirit of the sword beside the bed suddenly appeared. Its small body pounced heavily on him, almost causing the still-healing Lan Sheng to vomit a mouthful of blood.

Taking a deep breath, Lan Sheng said weakly, "Zhao Xue, what are you doing?"

"I think I can grow bigger!" Zhao Zhao was very excited and immediately wanted to demonstrate it to him.

"Wait, you start from..."

Before Lan Sheng could finish speaking, the sword spirit pressing down on him unexpectedly grew larger, making it difficult for him to breathe. Just as he was about to die, Zhao Zhao finally got up.

Now a boy, he looked at the clothes that had grown along with him with wonder and exclaimed in surprise, "Lan Sheng, this outfit you gave me is truly a treasure!"

"Hmm? Lan Sheng?" After waiting for a while without a response, Zhao Zhao went up to him and shook his shoulder.

After a while, Lan Sheng sat up and instructed, "Your strength is insufficient; you cannot maintain adult form for too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhao immediately transformed back into her cub form in front of him. Staring at her hands, Zhao Zhao happily said, "Fun."

"Hmph." Lan Sheng chuckled lazily and took out a large luminous pearl for illumination.

Instantly, Zhao Zhao's eyes were glued to it again.

However, knowing that Lan Sheng had already given him a lot today, he was sensible enough not to ask for more.

Seeing his blank stare, Lan Sheng smiled casually and said, "You better sleep well tonight, and I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Zhao Zhao opened her mouth wide and said without hesitation, "Okay, go to sleep."

As she spoke, she climbed onto Lan Sheng's bed.

"Move over a bit, make some room for me."

"You want to sleep with me?"

"Yes."

“Go back to your sword,” Lan Sheng said, pointing to the sword beside the bed.

Zhao Zhao complained, "But the sword looks so cold and lonely, I don't like it." Besides, that sword wasn't to his liking either; he was very picky.

He prefers things that are shiny and have jewels.

“But I’m not used to having other people around me.” Even a sword spirit like Zhao Zhao, who isn’t really human.

Lan Sheng said one thing but did another; though he was unwilling, he thoughtfully moved to the outside, leaving the safe inside for Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao stepped on his legs to the inside without any hesitation, lifted the quilt, and scrambled in. He snuggled close to Lan Sheng's body, curled up in a ball, and said, "You'll get used to it after sleeping with him a few more times."

Perhaps it was an innate fondness for her master, but Zhaoxue was not only unafraid of him, but also very dependent on him.

Seeing this, Lan Sheng smiled helplessly; after all, it was just a minor sword spirit.