“…… I wasn't going to run, but I felt like I definitely had a green waist on my back. This strong man, are you thinking about letting me go first? ”

"Are you sure?"

The voice behind him brought a little smile, and the ink demon looked at the water level below his neck, and shook his head obediently: "Not sure." ”

”…… Who the hell are you? ”

It seems to be shocked by the sincerity (no) truth (shame) of the ink demon, and in the end, he didn't know the stone pattern or said with a sigh.

"Woman......"

As an honest and honest demon, Mo Xiaoyou has always been proud of not lying.

“…… You are not from Chen Guoren. “

When the two of them came to this conclusion, the two of them happened to be in a shallow conversation, and as soon as his muscular arm was stretched, he had already grabbed a branch that poked out of the water, stabilized the two of them, and sent the ink demon to the river bank first.

"Well, I'm from Pingcui."

The ink demon stood behind the big tree, and while responding in a low voice, he trembled and bent down to pick up the dry firewood.

The place where they came ashore was a small grove, and dry wood for a fire could still be found. Her purpose now is to make a fire and keep warm.

Every joint of her in the "cold shower" in the early morning was painful, and when she was blown by the cold wind of the dust, Mo Xiaoyou felt that she was sifting chaff all over her body.

If only the string trouble wasn't by her side, she could try to see if Luanhuo could be used.

It's a pity that as soon as this idea of hers came to mind, a string of difficult words came from behind the tree:

"Because it's a Pingcui countryman...... So...... You created chaos in Mocheng? “

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoyou's figure of picking up firewood paused, and then picked up a finger-thick branch on the ground as usual, and then turned his head and looked at the string helplessly:

“…… Strong men, know too much that is easy to be destroyed. ”

"You? Kill me? “

String of difficulties looked at the curves in front of her because she was soaked, but she didn't have a trace of shame, and the woman who took her own life raised her eyebrows, but she was amazed in her heart:

He has lived for twenty years with such a bold and thick-skinned woman, whether it is Xirong or the Central Plains, he has never seen it.

However, whether it is according to the rules of Xirong or the Central Plains, such a woman, a square person like him, should not be interested at all without squinting......

However, why, since I saw him, I liked him very much and wanted to never let go? It's like...... When you see the best prey, you must get your hands on it! There is obviously no demonic aura on this woman......

Don't...... She's possessed by a monster? Or is it a resurrection of a corpse? However, there was no sign of instability on her body......

Mo Xiaoyou didn't know that the man on the other side almost turned over his old bottom with his keen intuition, so she was able to calmly set up the firewood, and then continued:

"I can't kill you right now—I don't have the power. Please hand me the flint at your feet. ”

Luckily, there was a flint stone that happened to be used at the place where they went ashore, and it was difficult to see that her lips were frozen and purple, and she spoke so strongly, and her proud expression coincided with her sister on the grassland in her heart, and her heart couldn't help but feel soft:

"You sit."

Mo Xiaoyou saw a man like a big bear squatting in front of the small fire in front of him, and attached a layer of hay to the flint in his hand as a velvet, and with a few clicks, he hit a spark.

Not...... She took back the man's words that were in the way, but it was really nice to have a demon collector with the smell of the demon collector beside him...... It's fresh.