"I want to know your past more than the Heavenly Spirit Grass. For the tempting conditions thrown away by the little devil, Shen Moli was unmoved.

It was true that she wanted to take the Heavenly Spirit Grass to heal her wounds, but she wanted to know the whereabouts of the Grass Demon more than the wounds.

In her previous life, she had seen too many of her companions slaughtered, and in this life, she didn't want to lose anyone who was with her.

"I don't know my past, so where did you tell me to tell you. Seeing that he couldn't break free and couldn't be tempted, the little devil finally told the truth.

"Really, no?" is a question, but it is a definite question.

Even if there is amnesia, there are sporadic episodes after amnesia, even if Shen Moli turns the little devil upside down today, he has to pour out some memories from the little devil.

She knows that forcing people to share her memories is no different from peeping at people's privacy, and the inappropriateness is self-evident. It's just that the matter is urgent, and only by confirming it with memory can we quickly identify whether the grass demon has been used by someone to tear the soul into pieces, and tear its spirit apart along with the grass body.

"If you don't want to talk about the past, tell me where this jade pendant came from. Mojia didn't know what Shen Moli was thinking, and he wasn't interested in the memory of the little demon. He only wanted to get some news about the grass demon from the mouth of the little demon.

"You're so despicable! It's true that I got the Heavenly Spirit Grass first, but it's an ownerless thing that I got by myself. How can you be like you, you can't rob me, so you keep beating me with the idea of jade pendant. "The little devil can't break free, but he has a crooked reason and is unforgiving.

"Since you think so, I took your jade pendant, and I will do as you wish. Shen Moli took the opportunity to say, followed the words, and really wanted to take the grass Ning jade pendant.

Combining soft and hard, she doesn't believe that she can't pry open the little devil's mouth.

"Ouch, my leg flashed. The little devil was in a hurry, his feet were weak, and the whole person really fell to the ground.

"I've seen waist flashes, but I've never heard of leg flashes. I have an exclusive secret recipe for leg flash, do you want to try it?" Shen Moli said as he looked at the little demon who seemed to be powerless to fall to the ground, and pulled his arms tight to prevent him from falling.

Looking at Shen Moli's ill-intentioned gaze, the little devil felt cold, he stood up in disdain, and said sluggishly: "You're polite, my leg is suddenly better again." You see I can run and jump, it's all right!"

"Now that your leg is well, how about talking about your past interesting things?" Shen Moli turned around and refocused the main point.

The little devil couldn't avoid the two of them, and he was even more afraid of Mojia's unconcealed gaze that stared at his jade pendant, and he couldn't help but feel weak in his heart.

After hesitating for a long time, the little devil slowly spoke: "I really don't know my past, if you insist on listening, then you can only listen to some of my childhood." It's a little speechless, but don't laugh. ”

"Okay, you say we'll listen, and there won't be the slightest sarcasm. Mo Jia didn't have much interest in the little devil's past, so he said casually.

With a slight embarrassment of being found out, the little devil smoothed the withered grass in his bun before saying, "Actually, I haven't been here for a long time, and I don't know why I'm here. My memories are not related to this place, and the pictures in my memories are all my homeland. ”

Before the two met, the two didn't react much, and the little devil broke the jar and continued: "I remember that before I came here inexplicably, it was a vast green meadow. The moonlight there is beautiful, and there are many fellow grass tribesmen with me. The most common thing we play is the game of grass rolling, where several people turn into grass balls at the same time and roll back and forth in a vast field. That kind of cheerfulness is really rare in the world. ”

The eyes of the little devil have the light of yearning and the stars are twinkling. Those memories seemed to have happened the day before, but they seemed to have happened a long time ago. So far back that even he wasn't sure of the authenticity of those memories.

Shen Moli listened to the little devil's narration, but he was seriously concerned about the changes in the end armor. When the little devil yearned for her experience of rolling grass in the grass clan, she noticed the surprise in Mo Jia's eyes sharply.

Mo Jia's indifferent gaze immediately looked at the little devil, and he asked eagerly, "Then do you remember, among the people who rolled the grass with you, are there any people who also wear this jade pendant?"

The little devil blinked his innocent eyes, searched in the sea of knowledge for a long time, and finally shook his head and said: "There are very few people in the grass clan who like to play the game of rolling grass, and the rolling grass consumes demonic qi to run around the body, and ordinary grass demons cherish demonic qi to cultivate, and they will definitely not be like this." ”

The same words evoke the memories of Mojia. Mojia's thoughts were drawn to that time, and he remembered that the Drafting Demon had said the same thing to him.

"Do you remember who you were rolling the grass with?" Mojia asked again.

Looking at Mo Jia's eagerly questioning, Shen Moli's heart was pinched, and her guess was probably correct.

If the Grass Demon was really torn into multiple clones by the Evil Venerable with the Soul Tearing Technique, the memories of each clone would be incomplete. The most painful thing should be the clone with the last memory of the grass demon, who knows that he has been torn into most of the clones, but he can't do anything about it.

"There are not many people who roll the grass with me, it's just that before we grass demons enter the middle level of the demon path, they all have no name and no surname, you want me to introduce your companions to you, there is no name, it is a bit difficult. The little devil stroked his chin and thought.

If he remembered something funny, the little devil said: "I think you are interested in the game of rolling grass, you don't know, there are many fun things in my grass clan." In winter, my father has developed an exclusive way to grow warm grass, which integrates many fireflies into the grass body. The light of the fireflies not only warms the body, but also a unique scenery among the grass demons. Although my Abba is the patriarch of the Grass Demons, he has never shared this secret method with other Grass Demons. ”

The little devil's round eyes talked about the past with relish. It's an interesting story, but there is inexplicable sadness welling up in his heart, he lowered his head and burst into tears.

"Your Abba can be called Shenshen?" Mo Jia asked excitedly again, he always felt that the little demon in front of him was inextricably linked with the grass demon.

"Do you know my Abba?" the little devil raised his head in surprise and asked as he looked at the young Mojia in front of him. Shen Shen has lived in the grass demon clan village for a long time, and has not had the slightest contact with the outside world for twenty or thirty years. At such an age, it is impossible to know Shenshen.

"I don't know Shenshen, I know your brother. Mojia looked at the surprised little demon with his eyes, and then said.

The gaze that was the same as that of the Grass Demon made Mojia firmly believe that the person in front of him must be the blood relative of the Grass Demon. The demon land is in great trouble, the demons are displaced, they can't find the grass demon, and they accidentally find the grass demon's own brother, which is also a relief for Mojia.

"I said that this big brother, taking advantage of it is not like this. I have no brother or brother, and I have the only seedling in my family, where is my brother?" the little devil's eyes widened, and he looked at Mojia like a monster.

"He's a grass demon. Shen Moli stopped Mo Jia and continued, saying that he was not far from ten.

"The deed, he is very similar to the Grass Demon, but his age does not match, how can he be the Grass Demon?" Mo Jia said in disbelief, he re-observed the little demon and denied the statement of going to Shen Moli.

"He's a grass demon torn apart by the Soul Ripping Technique, a part of his body. Shen Moli said heavily.