Mo Xiaoyou naturally noticed Kong Lingyu's thoughtful expression, and suddenly became more violent, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly continued:

"You don't have to mind my demon clan memories, I just remember my relationship with you, and my abilities grow as your abilities grow. I exist to keep you safe. ”

"Be specific."

"Specifically? How else can it be concrete? Anyway, you can't die in front of my eyes! ”

Mo Xiaoyou was dumbfounded by his question, she really didn't know how to answer Kong Lingyu's specific question, she was here to help him survive the soul tribulation, help him restrain his grievances, and help him bear the thunder tribulation. But shouldn't these be all in the memories of the two lives he recovered?

A blue light flashed in Kong Lingyu's eyes, and he suddenly let go of Mo Xiaoyou's neck, and walked alone to the forest not far away—he was inexplicably irritable now, and he didn't want to see Yao Simo's face that was obviously stupid, but he couldn't blame him.

Mo Xiaoyou didn't follow, she thought she understood the irritability of Kong Demon: the little white rabbit who originally thought it was protected by herself, suddenly turned over and became a big bad wolf to protect herself, and no one can adapt to it in an instant, right?

Now she is waiting for Kong Lingyu to figure it out and accept it herself. It's just that the Feng clan has always been a representative of arrogance......

The ink demon sighed, and the delicious venison tasted like chewing wax at this time. She simply shoved the last bite of venison into her mouth, leaned back, and lay directly on the cold ground.

Not...... She has indeed lost weight in the past few days, and she can feel her spine when she lies on the ground. Touching the swimming ring that has obviously lost weight, at least his weight loss speed can satisfy Kong Youxi, right? How long will it take for the Confucian demon to figure it out? If you don't want to get through it again, the venison will be cold......

The sound of "crackling" firewood burning came one after another, and Mo Xiaoyou didn't pay attention to it at first, but the smoke that followed choked her and turned over.

"Kong Lingyu!"

A few brisk steps ran into the woods, the visibility in the forest was even lower, and the rain in Sweden had been prolonging for the past few days, and the grass and trees were extremely humid, so the ink demon had to open the protective shield to filter the air, otherwise she might not even be able to open her eyes. Fortunately, Luanhuo's color was very conspicuous, and coupled with Mo Xiaoyou's familiarity with Kong Lingyu's spells, she quickly determined Kong Lingyu's location.

As soon as she stepped in, she felt something different. The forest is full of demonic energy, and Kong Lingyu's Luan Huo seems to have met a nemesis, although the forest is successfully lit, it is just a mistake. She didn't believe that Kong Lingyu was planning to choke the other party to death with smoke.

"It's ...... Turtle birds? The ink demon moved behind Kong Lingyu with a protective shield. As soon as she landed, she saw a touch of aqua blue in the air opposite facing her landing point, dropping a shot of clear water. (Note 1)

"Be careful." Kong Lingyu let out a low roar, and the cyan flame in his hand was sheng, and the water flow suddenly evaporated in this Luan fire, adding another layer of mist to the forest. The ink demon took the opportunity to make an oblique flip, and while covering Kong Lingyu, he was not slow to seal his hand.

This time, the color of the enchantment that enveloped the two of them was no longer the gray and black color before, but became as watery as the surrounding mist. There's even a bit of green on top of it, mixed with water mist and smoke, which can easily confuse the vision.

"Resentment?"