The current Yakumo is alive and well is the Penglai Mountain Kavoy version of the girl. Don't talk about Yakumo Mo's face, otherwise someone will definitely say that I am water..... What the hell, Yakumo's silk-like black hair has been inherited, colorful pupils, fluffy animal ears, and claws with meat balls have nine big tails that are constantly shaking.....

Yakumo exudes a deadly temptation all over his body, his every move is so seductive, the beauty is thrilling, especially the fullness of his chest, it is simply an uproar.

"You...... I..... Eight.... Yakumo ink you ......."

"You chicken feathers, you must become like this to resist mental shock..... Death to labor and management 10,000 times, bastard!"

The white flame has a black surface attached to it, Yakumo Mo's fox fire is black and white, and it looks as if it was painted with ink, and the surface of the inorganic white flame like gypsum white is covered with a layer of black, which looks creepy.

Under Yakumo Mo's fox fire, which was the size of a finger, the body of the traverser captain began to twist and deform.

The place where it comes into contact with the fox fire is like a thousand-degree iron ball thrown into a smoothie, and the speed visible to the naked eye dissolves into a terrifying hole, and as the wound deepens, the body touched by the fox fire begins to grow tentacles, eyes, sarcomas, palms and other body parts.

Before the fox fire could pass through the body of the Captain of the Traverser, his whole body had already turned into an indescribable mass of inorganic gypsum-white sarcoma.

The captain of the traverser is obviously unconscious, and his body is full of eyeballs, heads, claws, sarcomas and the like, which makes people want to vomit with disgust at the first sight.

Although it is said that the monster that the captain of the traverser has become ugly, but at this time, the momentum is soaring rapidly, and in just a few seconds, the strength of the exposed breath is already about the same as Fujiwara Meihong, who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and with the alienation of the body, this unreasonable growth power continues.

And this disgusting white sarcoma is obviously very aggressive, roaring madly at Yakumo and then twisting its tentacles towards Yakumo Mo.

Yakumo looked at the bear that a good person had just turned into after he came into contact with the fox fire, sighed as if he had accepted his fate, and stretched out a claw with a ball of meat and pointed at the monster that the captain of the traverser had turned into.

As soon as Yakumo Mo's claws touched the body of the monster, the monster froze as if it had been electrocuted, and then there was a frantic struggle, but the body and Yakumo Mo's outstretched claws were firmly glued together.

The monster clearly felt that the fox in front of him obviously contained a large amount of white substance, and that kind of thing could quickly increase its strength as long as it was glued a little, but it would lose its mind and become a monster completely.

The monster screamed in fear, and in its roar, there was no trace of the greed when it attacked Yakumo Mo, but the fear in the bottom of its heart.

A feeling of an ant seeing the Dragon King suddenly hit his heart.

This is no longer a suppression of power, this has risen to a matter of dimension or class!

Although the monster has no mind, this fear that seems to be imprinted in the blood and power makes the white monster desperately want to escape!

Will die will die! Definitely going to die!!! (Water Word Count New Skill get!Water Word Count Success, Experience +1)

The monster felt as if it had just gained the power as if it had been targeted by a black hole, and the claws of the fox in front of him were like a black hole, and the power it had just gained flowed faster than the growth rate into the claws that looked so cute and cute!

It's not just power! And vitality!

How could he have just gained life and died in a fox?!

Counterattack!....... What a fart!

That strange suppressive force is like the Five Elements Mountain on the monkey's body, if you can't move, how can you resist?

Soon, the monster was sucked dry by Yakumo Mo's claws, leaving only a stained plaster white crystal.

Yakumo looked at the crystal steadily, and sighed for a long time.

"Sure enough..... Do you want to die again..... White..... It's the most disgusting color in the world......"

........................

Yakumo looked at Ma'a, Rubemo Hearn's body flickering as if it had received a bad signal, and knew that it was fake.

Tears flowed down again, the folding fan in his hand was stretched to the maximum, and he cried loudly while using [the realm of falsehood and truth]

The violent backlash made Yakumo Purple vomit blood, but his mouth was still desperately shouting:

"Sister..... No.... Don't leave me again...... No! Don't!"

Maybe it's because Ma'ailubemo Hearn's class is too high, or because she's completely dead, Yakumo Murasaki fights again and again........ None of the realm power used by life can reap any results, and only one time is higher than a backlash.

"Sister.... Enough is enough....."

Yakumo's voice came from the black mud, and the figure of Maellubemo Hearn gradually faded, but a black shadow stood up from the black mud.

"I was just plotted by a bastard and accidentally got away with it...... Forehead..... Why are you all looking at me like that......"

Yayunmo just stood up from the black mud, and found that it seemed that all the big guys with names and surnames in Gensokyo had come, and they were the three big eight in Gensokyo....... Both came.

Yakumo Mo, who had just come out of the black mud, just wanted to pretend to be a veteran who had luckily picked up his name from the big battle, but when he came out, he found that he was being watched by a miserable crowd.

Onlookers, strong onlookers.

In the crowd, Fujiwara Meihong's gaze was the most dazzling, staring firmly at Yakumo Mo's chest.

（°）（°）......

Yakumo Mo: "..... You lose me so easily, do you make it? Ahh I knew something was going to happen!"

A furious black mist shot out from the frenzied Yakumo Mo, and the fog that was obviously unconsciously waved was more dangerous than the fist of the cosmic Marvel Hulk in the traverser.

A small black mist blade cut a large crater, as if it had been bombarded by a cannonball.

The sharp-eyed Yakumo clearly saw that there were inorganic white tentacles like small snakes at the bottom of the pit, writhing wildly, struggling to squirm towards the trees next to him.

After his eyes coldly absorbed the white tentacle with his claws, Yakumo Mo immediately changed his expression.

He touched the top of the stiff Yakumo Murasaki's head with the meat ball on his other paw, picked up the white nightcap and put it on Yakumo Murasaki's head.

"Sister, don't throw away your hat, or we'll be angry."

Yakumo Zi seemed to have been struck by lightning, and said to Yakumo in disbelief:

"Small.... Xiao Mo .... You.... Who are you? What is your relationship with Mae Lubemo Hearn? ”

Yakumo Mo looked at Yakumo Purple, let out a long breath, and looked at the sky.

"Me? I'm the one you killed and erased my memory..... My dear sister, ......"