The sound of the steel unsheath made the ink demon excited, and the first action after turning over neatly was to firmly protect Mo Jinyu in his own enchantment.

The green light in her eyes flashed, and everything in the room had been seen by her: Mo Jinyu didn't know when she had woken up, and her disheveled and sleepy appearance was a little more rare and innocent.

At this moment, it was not the moment for her to appreciate this picture, a slightly gray light flashed on the ink demon's hand, and a ghost armor had already wrapped her tightly from head to toe.

The gray-black armor lined her whole body in the darkness. However, the sharp black thorns on her shoulders, elbows, knees, etc., made her look particularly hideous.

This is what she looks like on the battlefield - the ghost thorn that the royal generals have passed on by word of mouth.

Mo Jinyu watched in the dark as the little ink demon who had melted into the night disappeared at the door of the tent, and only then did his white fingers poke out of the quilt and poke the gray-black enchantment that wrapped him, the corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a smile that could be called a country.

"Ask the stone, my life is at the end of my life...... Is that your goal? This...... What a heartwarming joke. ”

In the dark, Mo Jinyu's lips were closed, and he muttered to himself.

As soon as the ink demon came out of the tent, a smell of blood with rust came to his nose. The gray light in her hand flashed again, and two long scimitars appeared in her hands.

This is her imitation of the first world scimitar to make, the sharp blade and the poison developed by Feng Ling, so that these two blades can be bloody.

As soon as she turned, the enemy who had sneaked up behind her was already detached, and before he died, he pinched something on his waist and let out a piercing scream.

By the time the screams had disappeared, the Ink Demon had been surrounded in the middle.

Looking at the familiar formation in front of her, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth that she didn't know - it seems that in this world, she is really going to become the terminator of the peacock.

Forget it, after all, it can be regarded as changing the fate of his tragic death in the cold palace.

Although he still hasn't escaped the catastrophe of fighting with himself in his life, she is ready to continue to entangle with this demon.

It's a big deal, in the next world, she will just give him a complete happiness.

The little demon sighed, and with a swing of his sword, he attacked the most slender figure surrounding him. The figure also seemed to have been prepared, and a ruthless color flashed in the corner of his raised eye, and he waved the whip in his hand to meet it.

An inch long and an inch strong, this figure whipped, trying to block the distance between his two arms, but unexpectedly, the ink demon teleported at this time, directly in front of him.

She swiped the scimitar in her hand, and without saying a word, she threw the figure to the ground. It is strange that the ink demon took this person's life as a result, but did not let go of his corpse.

She held the man in one hand, and calmly fought the rest of the enemy with the other.

Her skills were extremely fast, and the man who died was obviously the leader of the enemy, so the sudden death caught the enemy off guard for a while, and the formation that had originally besieged the ink demon was a mess.

The ink demon seized on this brief confusion, and the poisoned blade on his left hand silently began to harvest life in the dark night.

The enemy's attack was still fierce at the moment, but it couldn't stop Mo Xiaoyou's familiarity with their formation—after all, she and them were also in the same lineage—and they all learned the method of cultivating generals to march and arrange formations in the Fifth Temple.

She was alone, holding a corpse and using a cup of tea, and finally the dozen or so people who attacked her in the future were all beheaded by the knife.

Staggered back to the tent slightly, looking at Mo Jinyu, who had already gotten up and sat up, a smile appeared on Mo Xiaoyou's face:

"Feng Ling has been removed, is the son still satisfied?"

She removed the black veil from the face of the man in black, and sure enough, she saw Feng Ling's alluring face.

It's just that at this time, her lips have been blackened, and the phoenix eyes that were originally flashing with various expressions have been closed forever.