Xingchen's gaze turned to the side, several pairs of clear and bright eyes looked at her, Xingchen's mind was confused, and his old face was red.

"Sorry, I read it wrong."

Ma Dan, she remembered that she was telling them a fable just now, what went wrong?

Shi Mo's voice came from his ears, "You opened the panel a little and fixed your eyes on that little romance, you have only read two paragraphs of the fable." ”

Xingchen sneered, flipped through the database again, and this time only read a few stories.

Shi Mo, on the other hand, was attracted by a soft and glutinous dumpling.

"Side quest 1: Help soften the shape.

Reward: 200 Merit"

Then a ball was marked with the red script of the mission target on the head.

The body of the ball was round, curled up on the tree, like a black and white tree nodule, Shi Mo poked Arou. "Arou, what's the name of this ball."

Ah Rou turned her head, her eyes were slightly confused, and she looked in the direction that Shi Mo was pointing to, and it took a while to react.

“…… What kind of dumplings? This is the Iron Eater, one of the most ferocious races since ancient times. Arou looked at the dumplings again, "Well, I haven't seen this iron-eating beast before, so I guess I don't usually talk much, and I rarely come out." ”

The soft ears moved, and vaguely heard someone talking about it, turned over, and slowly climbed down the tree.

Walking in front of Shi Mo, his eyes were clean and clear, just like the other little demons in the Pure Land.

"My name is soft, not dumplings."

Soft and soft, the voice is also soft and lovely.

The corners of Shi Mo's lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were soft when he looked at him.

"Squish, how old are you?"

Lying down softly, its body was also soft, it buried its head, and was a little distressed.

"Soft, 152 years old."

Although not all little demons can transform on time at the age of 100, it is indeed very late to be over 150 years old.

Shi Mo leaned over, touched the soft head, and a stream of pure energy flowed through the soft body, and then retracted.

Squinted softly, and comfortably rubbed Shi Mo's hand.

Shi Mo withdrew his hand, already understanding the situation of the soft.

Squishy is actually very talented, and its own cultivation is enough for it to transform into shape, but it has a seal in its body, like a lock that locks it, making it unable to transform into shape.

Seeing Shi Mo, he withdrew his hand, looked up at her softly, and then found a sunny place to sleep.

And Shi Mo, his expression was a little dignified, who gave this seal, why did he put the seal, in a trance, Shi Mo remembered the scene in the memory of the original owner.

Nian Jiaojiao returned to the Pure Land, only to see a vague projection at the altar, knowing that the Pure Land was considered to be overthrown, but there was one place that was extremely clear, it was a young girl, the silver white light on her body flickered, and several people were shaken, and the silver white light was emitted from the girl's chest.

Shi Mo's eyes flickered, and there were warm currents in his chest.

The examination she had just done seemed to be missing.

As a last resort, Shi Mo walked in front of the soft body and checked the soft body again.

There was a delicate orb on his chest, and unlike the orb on Shi Mo's chest, that orb exuded a cold glow, as pure and inviolable as the bright moon.

Suddenly feeling the heat, the orb on Shi Mo's chest emitted a burst of brilliance, connecting with the orb on his soft chest and communicating with each other.

The cool breath poured in, and Shi Mo felt that not only this body was moisturized, but even the spirit that belonged to her was also benefited.

This is definitely a supreme treasure, sealed in Shimo and Soft Molton, respectively.