"Purple***"

After a long period of fighting, between life and death, Mo Lin successfully broke through to the sixth-level peak, subdued four neighboring sixth-level spirit beast lords, and the seventh-level ancient trees that were suppressed in the Sea of Consciousness were almost decomposed and absorbed by him, and he gradually understood the Xuanmeng Continent clearly.

Compared with breaking a world here, Mo Lin is still more inclined to find a way back to Huaguo first.

After all, that's everyone's roots.

Mo Lin took Xiaopang and Xia Weiyang to the human territory, and the life in the Xuanmeng Continent in the past few months has allowed them to fully integrate into the costumes of the locals.

Mo Lin was walking on the street, and suddenly a person stopped him, and Mo Lin's hand subconsciously held the necklace made of the Lin Yuan sword.

The past few months of fighting have made him more prosperous and thin, every muscle is full of strength, his shoulders are wide and his back is broad, and the whole person is standing there, even if he doesn't say anything, a look can make people feel great coercion!

"This big brother, seeing that you are dressed as a mercenary, you might as well take a look at our new healing potion, which can be flesh and bones and live dead! It's a must-have item for going out!" The man was intimidated for a few seconds, but he came back to his senses and became more excited, trying to sell his product.

Mo Lin, who had sharp ears, heard someone whispering about him, "Be careful not to identify! Don't test!" "N worthy of a golden name"!

Mo Lin didn't buy their products in the end, but the group didn't seem to care, like a cat that found a fishy smell, and asked him very enthusiastically if there was anything he needed help with?

There were also people who gave him gifts, and they gave everything.

After rejecting them, Mo Lin returned home to find himself being followed by them, but they were low in strength and he quickly got rid of them.

No malice, what a strange and welcoming bunch.

After turning over the memories of the ancient tree, Lan *** was broken by a ninth-level fire ox a hundred years ago, and then it was abandoned. The ancient tree has always been rooted in the black ***, but by absorbing the human soul, he can let him know what is happening in the outside world, and it is said that the blue *** has been rebuilt in the past two years.

Blue *** people like to make things out to sell, I heard that the blue *** people are more detached, suspected of mental instability, sometimes suddenly enthusiastic and sometimes become very indifferent, they like to say something inexplicable, in addition they are very good at making food.

If you see some weird people gathered together on the street, dressed in colorful and weird clothes, with very rich expressions, who like to stop people and ask if they need help, if they have a task, don't ask, ask the blue *** person.

Mo Lin stopped in a shop to pick out food that could be easily stored, and he saw a muscular man standing next to him, although this person looked fierce, but he was very gentle with the dried fish, and soon he took a large box of salted fish.

At the checkout, the strong man lined up in front of Mo Lin, and the big man was obviously holding the box of fish in both hands, his figure was standing like a hill, and his expression was very indifferent. But Mo Lin always felt that the person in front of him was bubbling with happiness, and an invisible force turned into a tail and kept wagging it.

"Not a delusion." Mo Lin raised his eyebrows, the perception of the sixth-level peak was considered to be at the middle and upper level in the human territory, and he was very familiar with the soul breath and fluctuations.

"The aura of a spirit beast appears on a human?" Mo Lin was holding something in one hand, and the other hand subconsciously touched the scar on his finger, "It's an orc."

The perception that people are human beings and spirit animals are spirit animals has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but the times are about to change, and anything can happen.

Such orcs are okay, at least not the beast-headed human body or the human-headed beast body came out to challenge human aesthetics.

The orc, who didn't know the breed in front of him, finished paying for the gene nucleus, and his face was so serious that he was so happy that he threw out his tail and strode away with the salted fish in his arms.

After Mo Lin finished paying, he thought about following him, but it was unfortunate to go out, and he bumped into a group of people who were dressed very casually and seemed to want to hang all the accessories on their bodies, their eyes lit up, and they also followed.

Although the big man in front of him was tall, his steps were brisk, he walked without sound, and his posture passed through the crowd vigorously, not letting others touch the dried fish in his arms.

"Buzz"

A slight sound came from the backpack behind Mo Lin, Mo Lin's expression did not change, he carried the bag to his chest, reached in and pinched the vibrating thing.

The cold touch lingered in his fingertips, the godhead containing powerful energy kept trembling, Mo Lin casually conveyed the dark aura into it, and then inhaled the *** aura into his body, and the beads of sweat with cold and icy aura ran along Mo Lin's face, slid across his delicate chin, and disappeared on the ground. Ice and snow stained his fingers, spreading like ice on his skin, Mo Lin's pale lips pursed into a straight line, pulled his collar, covered the ice and snow that climbed up his neck, and silently followed the person in front of him.

The man who walked in front of him seemed to feel something, looked back, and found that there were strangers behind him, his ice blue eyes were crystal clear, he reached out and scratched his head, and his posture blended into the crowd and disappeared.

Mo Lin's hidden figure also followed, and a group of players behind him chased after the golden n, staring at each other with big eyes, and they didn't see this street for a while.

"Meow-" A big orange cat climbed up the wall from its horns, took a cat step, and its transparent blue eyes scanned the people below, and it didn't see any strange people, but saw humans who often came to feed it, and it jumped off the wall to rub some snacks, and its big fluffy tail wagged and wagged, and meowed twice, and got into a box.

Small ice flakes appeared around the orange cat, like falling snow covering the bottom of this cardboard box, and the big cat jumped in it for a while, splashing countless snowflakes, and after being excited, spun and fell on the homemade snow.

"Hey, hey, hey, no big meow anywhere can't give up the hobby of drilling boxes." The girl who feeds the cat owner scratches the big cat's chin, and the big cat purrs comfortably, lying on her back in the box, squinting her eyes, very pleasant.

"Big Meow is already level 45, right? Why haven't you learned to speak yet?" Another girl began to comb the big orange cat and clean the snow from it.

"Didn't you say that the spirit beast broke the crossbone between the throats and got level 60?"

"Actually, I can't say it even if it's not level 60.,It's just that I say very little.,I want to know what the voice of the big meow is like!"

"Big Meow is so cute, it must be a small milk sound or a crunchy juvenile sound!"

"If only cats could become humans."

"Woo woo think about the big cat with its little face up, and call me mommy sweetly, ah, I'm dead."

Mo Lin, who walked from the corner of the street, heard the imagination of the two and imagined the picture they said, and the corners of his forehead jumped.

Maybe, I mean, is it possible......

This is an uncle who is two meters tall and has strong arms as thick as your thighs?