"The fish are freer than me, and I can have a dinner with a partner."

"Please eat the special salted fish and milk-flavored baked mushroom biscuits." Luo Jin found a mushroom biscuit from his bag and nibbled on it, and threw a few mushroom biscuits down boredly, but the embarrassment was that the mushroom biscuit floated directly on the water.

Xiao Yu looked at the few small biscuits that were almost invisible, and activated his skills very face-saving, opening his exaggerated mouth to suck the mushroom biscuits down.

The big mouth opened and closed, and the small fish's huge fish eyes widened in confusion, it didn't actually feel like it had eaten, but it still said to Luo Jin very seriously, "Thank you, the cookies are delicious."

The sound is smooth, with a clear timbre with a deep feel.

"Well......" was so sincerely praised that the mushroom biscuits were delicious, Luo Jin rarely felt a trace of embarrassment, but he had always had a good expression (thick skin), and his handsome face was not embarrassed, thinking that it was boring anyway, so he jumped into the water, and when he entered the water, his legs turned into black fish tails, and his body swam nimbly to the small fish.

The little fish's big eyes blinked, and the little shark swam around Luo Jin, looking at his tail and then at his own, and then exclaimed, "Wow!"

Feeling the mood of the little fish and the little shark from the beast soul, Feng Ling supported his forehead in the room, and he could get together with anyone, grab something to eat with the hour, and chat with Feng Jiujiu, and now he has hooked up with the little fish and the little shark, and went to eat the 'ocean buffet' with them.

Is...... It's quite energetic.

"It's good to be young." Feng Ling couldn't help but sigh, although she wasn't that big.

......The white thread tied into a bow appeared from Feng Ling's wrist, and it swayed like a butterfly about to fly, and Feng Ling's eyes were attracted to it, and this "butterfly" drooped its wings down, like a butterfly that was being wronged, looking listless.

"It's nice to be young, but I like you like this." Feng Ling touched it funny, and seemed to be able to sense through it someone on the other side who accidentally heard this sentence and came out to brush up on the sense of existence.

I can't say love words face-to-face, but it's like talking to myself, and Feng Ling accepts it well.

The butterfly with its wings paused for a second, and then its wings stood up happily again, its wings vibrated slightly, and the purple light flowed on it, adding a bit of vitality, more like a living butterfly.

Feng Ling smiled, supported his chin with one hand, and poked at the sense of heaven, "Are you feeling better?"

Feng Ling waited for his answer, but the white line on his wrist stopped vibrating, and the shining purple light dots floated out of the white line like fireflies, until they floated all over the small room, dotting the surroundings extremely dreamy, like straying into a fairy tale world, and in it, Feng Ling was like an elf who accidentally fell into the world.

Feng Ling found that the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and whispered, "He seems to be getting better and better."

Feng Ling raised her hand to touch those points of light, thinking that there would be a feeling of numbness like electricity, but she found that the touch was as soft as a dandelion, and when she touched those purple points of light, those points of light would stick to the back of her hand like a life, kissing her fingertips.

The white line swayed, and the cloth on the other side felt the pleasant emotions of his own heavenly family, and smiled lightly.

The places that can't reach his own Xiaotian are far away, so he has to go back as soon as possible.

But now it is necessary to protect the memories that do not belong to this reincarnation, otherwise if you leave the fulcrum of the world, all memories will be extracted and shattered.

Dao's heart beats, purple formations appear on his chest, and the thunder origin is constantly transforming from the aura of heaven and earth. In addition to the memories related to the consciousness of the world, Feng Ling's voice, Feng Ling's breath, Feng Ling's touch, everything about his own Xiaotian was imprinted in his memory, and the details almost filled him.

Every reincarnation, Feng Ling tried to make him remember what she looked like, but on the surface she failed.

But now he knew that she had succeeded partially.

Feng Ling in the first life was a little villain, and she made him remember her beautiful eyes.

Amorous and cold.

It's black.

So much so that at the beginning of each reincarnation after that, he was distressed by it, and he kept thinking about who was the master of the black eyes.

All wills are out of their control, even if reincarnation empties memories, even if they start over, even if they are strangers to each other, the will clamored for him to come closer, to her side.

His heart always ached from meeting her.

"Deviation"

"Out of Control"

"Honkai"

She became his obsession.

In the forest of the Xuanmeng Continent, Mo Lin carefully bandaged Xiao Pang's wounds, with the strong physique of the cultivator and the medicine collected by Mo Lin, Xiao Pang's broken wrist had scabbed, but his round face had lost a lot of weight, and his original double chin had disappeared.

The days in the forest with Mo Lin and Weiyang can be described as very hard, and his hands have been cut off, but he himself does not have the will to be depressed, but is full of hope and fighting spirit.

After all, Mo Lin attaches too much importance to his remaining teammates, and Chubby doesn't want to worry them with a dead face.

Moreover, his life is also sacrificed by many people, and it no longer belongs to him, he has to shoulder the hope of his teammates, live well, and help the Mo team.

After three months of wandering in the Xuanmeng Forest, which was full of dangers, Mo Lin took Weiyang and Xiaopang to find a stable place to live and solve the necessary living needs, and he was training wildly.

Mo Lin replaced his army, which symbolized glory and justice. Clothes, wearing a common black dirty shirt for the mercenaries of the Xuanmeng Continent, although people rely on clothes, but Mo Lin is quite beautiful, even ordinary clothes wear a unique temperament.

The inky boots were stained with a dark red of blood, and the forest seemed to have undergone a brutal struggle, and every piece of grass would leach with blood, and the original fresh grass fragrance was dyed with the smell of blood, and the smell was disgusting.

Mo Lin single-handedly singled out a group of spirit beasts, at the tip of the knife and blood, basically a small fight a day, a large fight in three days, originally his only strength, but he forcibly overthrew the territory of a sixth-level spirit beast lord.

The bony hands were holding two sharp Linyuan knives, the blades were glowing with a faint red mist, and there was a strange groove on the handle that had been filled with blood, which looked strange and beautiful.

Mo Lin's face was also splashed with the blood of not knowing whether it was himself or the spirit beast, he had a very murderous aura on his body, and he had no expression, but his eyes were quite gentle, and he walked in front of the sixth-level spirit beast that was beaten down.

"Surrender to me?"

The sixth-level snow jade lizard shrunk its neck, and it was eager to stalk its neck and yell, "No freedom, rather death, want me to submit to humans?" You wait for the next life!"

Mo Lin seemed to see its thoughts in its eyes and just smiled, "I won't force you."

Then the snow jade lizard saw the knife called Lin Yuan stop in front of its head.