Xiao Tuanzi pursed his mouth, raised his paw unfamiliarly and patted Feng Ling's forehead, and then consciously lay in front of Feng Ling's eyes, twisted his buttocks, and his tail naturally attracted Feng Ling's attention, and found that Feng Ling noticed it and patted his round ass with a milky voice, "Kiss the player, don't be sad...... If you're sad, come to rua, I'll be happy~."

Feng Ling barely controlled his emotions and touched his soft little belly, maybe people will have a fluke mentality, in case ...... What if there is no reincarnation in Xuanmeng? What if everything is a coincidence, or if Genmu doesn't take up too much of the real time when the reincarnation restarts?

Just like when she traveled over, she traveled to the year before the player went online, and this year is equivalent to a moment in the real world when she traveled, perhaps, maybe the reincarnation time is just a moment in the real world?

Feng Ling clenched her fists, and kept finding a basis for support for this possibility, but rummaging through her memory, her powerful reason told her that this was nothing more than her wishful thinking.

If Xuanmeng has been reincarnated, under various factors, when she is awake, there is a deviation from her previous life, maybe there is no error of this year at all. Any pause is just a miscalculation caused by a memory gap.

At this moment, Feng Ling really wants to be an ostrich, and wants to forget everything about reasoning, just get past the previous mentality that is hard but very hardworking.

In a word, probably.

There is no hope of going home, and the mentality has collapsed.

And another man who used to have a broken mentality, but now he has become extraordinarily determined, slowly got up from a dead branch and fallen leaves, his slender fingers brushed the dust away from the dark green military uniform, his black eyes were cold, and his gaze swept over a messy black ***.

His gaze stayed on the familiar corpses, his black hair left a shadow in Mo Lin's pupils, but it couldn't hide the complex emotions revealed in his eyes, his body was tense and straight, his hands were clenched into fists, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were exposed. Mo Lin buried them, stood on the edge and gazed deeply at the place where the bones were buried for a long time, and finally returned to the place where the ancient tree had collapsed.

When Mo Lin buried the bodies of other teammates, Weiyang and Chubby woke up, and Chubby's hands were cut off, even if Mo Lin later sealed the break with evil qi, but the pain was still there. At this time, Xiaopang was conscious, his face turned pale after feeling the pain in his body, and his body kept spasming, but he didn't make a sound of pain.

In addition to the physical pain, the memories also returned, and the experience of this time also made him bloodless, especially the death of his teammates.

Weiyang is not much better, she became very silent, but she can bear the injury, at this time is helping Xiaopang to deal with the wound, the action is very rusty, she has dealt with knife wounds and gunshot wounds, but there is no such wrist being cut off by Qi Qi...

Mo Lin walked over and began to deal with Chubby's wound together, Chubby pursed his lips in pain, but when he looked at Mo Lin, he tried to hold back a smile that I was okay, but everyone knew that it was ugly to laugh at Qiang Huan.

Mo Lin gently bandaged his broken wrist, and finally pointed his slender fingertips at the center of his eyebrows, and the dark aura temporarily blocked his pain, making his consciousness sink and relax the tension of his body and mind.

Chubby struggled a little and didn't want to rest, but he still began to get drowsy, and then he faintly heard a sigh and a word of sorry.

Chubby's mouth pursed, as if his emotions had reached their peak, and he opened his mouth to speak to break the sad silence, but the pain before him lost his voice, and only before his consciousness fell asleep, tears replaced his endless emotions.

He felt Mo Lin carry him on his back and embark on the journey again.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Team Ink's eyes...... It seems that there is no light.

How he wanted to struggle to tell this man who didn't give up on him in a desperate situation, to hug him with all his might, to speak to all his teammates.

Team Mo, don't feel guilty and blame for me and for us, it's not you who should say sorry.

Xiao Lu's actions may be difficult for you to accept, but if it was me and all of us at that time, I believe we would all make the same choice.

Moths to the fire are like tribute to the gods, if you can save your faith, why not break your bones and scatter your soul?

And you are our center, our faith, our god.

Although the journey is difficult, bloodshed and sacrificed, no one regrets it, you don't have to pay for our lives, you don't have to despair for our injuries or deaths, even if we leave, we will exist with you.

If Feng Ling could use the system to scan the members of the Mo Lin team, she would find that all of them were god believers with rank suffixes.

It's not just gods who can have faith, just like when the spirit beast attacked the city, the little girl worshipped Feng Ling, and she became a believer in Feng Ling.

When faith is as vast as the sea and as lofty as the sky, no one can be sure of what kind of power this pure spiritual power can bring about that power to subvert heaven and earth.

As the leader of the cultivation of Huaguo and even the (Outer Regions) Xuanmeng Continent, he has risen to the peak in a short period of time, although Mo Lin is not proud and complacent, but he is definitely confident, but everything after coming to the Sea of Death has been completely hit head-on.

In fact, according to the peak of ink and the average level four abilities of the team members, it is actually easy to survive in the Xuanmeng Continent (of the Spirit Domain).

But helplessly, the dangers of various unfamiliar areas followed.

First of all, it fell directly in the sea area close to the Xuanmeng Continent, there were no contract sea beasts, no ships to sail, and the spirit beasts in the sea area were more dangerous for them, and they could only reach the (spirit domain) forest that looked too weird.

They didn't meet friendly natives like Feng Ling, and they didn't get the common sense information of the forest, so they directly broke into the territory of the high-level spirit beast lord and escaped in embarrassment.

It was not easy to reach the territory of human beings, but the black *** was a conspiracy to obtain pure black, which completely pushed him to the trough of his life.

Mo Lin rubbed the scar on his index finger, which had been left by resisting bullying as a child, and now that he was older. Before that, he thought that he could control his own destiny and lead his partner to the final end, but at this point, he found that he was still naïve.

What about the first person in the pyramid of Huaguo? There is another world outside the Dead Sea, here, he is just a weak human being, this continent belongs to spirit beasts and spirit plants, in addition to this, there are countless deadly beings that can threaten their lives.

Mo Lin raised his hand and covered his left eye with his palm, and under the shadow, black vines struggled out of the pitch-black pupils, wanting to tear the eyeball and pierce his skull.

Mo Lin's necklace began to glow with a light red aura, and it surged down Mo Lin's palm onto the black vines, mercilessly dragging it back into the depths of his pupils, and when everything was back to normal, Mo Lin lowered his hand.