Chapter Ninety-Seven: Trouble for the Remnants
Mo Ninghong showed a faint smile with a thousand strands of emotion, and he slowly walked towards the Ice Red Feather Beast, which subconsciously stood up from the ground, but there was no hostility in his eyes.
Humans and ** humans were supposed to hold each other's throats, but for some reason, these cold, red-feathered beasts never showed the slightest uneasiness about Moninghong. Instead, they keep blinking in a strange way.
Mo Ninghong took three or two steps to its side, squatted down, and gently stroked its forehead, it did not resist, let Mo Ninghong caress it, and her eyes kept flashing with curiosity.
Merlinholm became more interested. He had never seen an immortal beast that did not hide or attack.
In his mind's eye, he recalls being ravaged by beasts of ice and red feathers. His unyielding and determined appearance bears a striking resemblance to the situation he faced as a child. The difference is that one is an elven beast and the other is a human.
Can't humans and fairies be friends? The vast world of Yunyuan is full of countless races, but I've heard of many alien and friendly humans, such as giants and three-eyed warlords.
"I know your pain," he said lovingly, gently stroking the head of the ice-red feathered beast. But you have a resilient character, and we're kind of similar.
Then he subconsciously looked away and sighed, "Alas, it's a pity that I can't help you." You should have your own way of life. I'm not going to hurt you.
"Uh......h The ice-red-feathered beast lowered its head and let out a clear grunt. It actually stuck out its tongue and licked Monin's red cheek with agility. Mo Ninghong immediately felt that her face was wet and itchy.
He was stunned for a moment, and said secretly: Is this a show of love?
"Haha... Mao Ning's red hair smiled from the bottom of his heart, turned around, stared at the ice-red feathered beast again, and said with a smile, "Can you understand what I said?"
"Woo! The head of this ice-red feathered animal moves up and down, which may be a coincidence or an expectation.
Mo Ninghong's heart was even more shocked, he thought, if this was another spirit beast, it would not be so smart.
A thought flashed through Mo's mind, it had nothing to do with the Ice Red Feather Beast, he remembered that he had killed a lot of Yu Tianmen's two messengers before, and had committed a big taboo, Hao Tianmen had already reached the Mexican family discord like the sea was deep, and the latter's strength, how easy it was to make the Nine Yuan House peaceful.
Although the father is said to be a strong man in the world and left an ancestral gated array, can it be foolproof?
Mo Ninghong clenched his fists lightly, and said secretly: Wrong, I have to go home as soon as possible, with my current strength, plus hole cards, I will definitely be able to contribute to my family, if I don't come back, it will be too late to change, and I will regret it later.
Suddenly, his mind moved and he uttered a brilliant formula. Suddenly, the one-dimensional Vientiane Pagoda flew into his divine sea, and he returned to the outside world.
The earth suddenly became empty and clear, the mountains and rivers were clearly visible, God could feel the sound of all things, and the void of the building was like two different worlds.
The frozen, red-feathered beast blinked, and stood dumbfounded, turning its gaze around as if searching for something.
He stroked its forehead with a kind heart and said calmly, "Let's not go down this path. I left first.
As he spoke, he calmly wanted to take the ice and the red-feathered beast off, but now he gave up on the idea.
He thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "You recover faster than me." How the hell did you recover? Will this be the case in the future? ”
There was a look of longing in Icicle's eyes, but he shook his head vigorously, meaning he couldn't.
Mo Hong Kong sighed secretly, and looked at the fist, visually looking at a pile of corpses of immortal beasts on the ground, his heart knew that the corpses of these immortal beasts did not have the function of the Ice Red Feather Beast, but he could make his own dry food, but the core value of the immortal beast crystal was also more precious than one.
In an instant, he laid out the corpses one by one, turned to the cold, red-feathered beast, and said seriously, "It's a pity, I can't help you." Flee from the enemy. There are many people who want to see you.
Then, Mo Ninghong turned around and resolutely decided to embark on the journey, the ice-red feathered beast stared at Mo Ninghong nervously, whimpering in its mouth, and quickly knelt down.
But Mo Ninghong's figure has long since disappeared.
One in the future, the ink walks in the mountains, on his way home, this time, he is again hundreds of miles long, the head appears here from time to time, thinking, 3 days thinking about the clouds on the heavenly mountains, and memory, destined to become memory, the road ahead, or want to go.
Prosperity!
Somewhere on the road, the earth suddenly shook, and the sound of a mountain collapsing was deafening.
The tiger's roar, "spread, the sound waves that had a huge impact, the direct earthquake erupted, the trees, the ink was torn inside, the upstream qi, the meridians, he suffered, and quickly pressed his hands on his chest, grabbed the fingers of the skirt of the can't help it, faced with a fierce struggle, let out a scream.
"Okay!" His forehead froze into a round ball, his body knelt down directly, and the roar of a beast came from in front of him, as if with a kind of anger, he was killing!
"How so! He hung his head tightly, sweat pouring down like rain, as if a strange spell had been cast.
A wisp of blood spat out of his mouth involuntarily, apparently due to severe internal injuries.
"Whoosh! As a gust of wind blew in and out of Samuel's hand, his hand drew nearer and closer, almost at the same time.
It was a golden glory, a body about ten feet high, huge, a pile of fur, all gold, fangs, all teeth.
His eyelids began to twitch as he stared intently at the approaching beast. Isn't this the blonde-haired goat? It's just that this body is so huge, and that speed is terrifying and amazing, ink Ning Hong until now, it is the first time to see such a strong and ferocious beast, it is definitely not three, it should be four, and the power of the law!
But seeing that the hair on the blonde fairy's whole body stood up, opened its mouth wide, gritted its teeth, and kept squirting out a bloody coldness from its mouth, while its cold eyes stared at Mo Ninghong firmly, as if there was a strong resentment.
Mo Ninghong's eyes stimulated the fairy to turn his head, and then he patted his head and said secretly: Oh no, I just took away the fairy's corpse, there is this, my hand still retains its breath, will its parents come to me for revenge?
Mo Ninghong smiled bitterly, thinking that even if something like this happened to him, he would not be lucky.
However, it seems that things are not so simple!