Chapter 460: The Grace of Dripping Water [1]

"Hey, where are you coming from?" Seeing that the groove didn't speak, the demon-pet in front of him walked up to it with a proud face, as if to say, 'Don't trespass on my territory'.

The groove stepped backwards, and originally wanted to retreat, but when he thought that there was still Xue Meng and they were in danger, he gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "I'm looking for Master Wei Mo." ā€

"Not there." It replied categorically, "I don't know when he'll be back." ā€

"That'...... So where did he go? ā€

"Dead."

"What!" Trough's heart felt like it had been stabbed by something, it was a hot pain, as if something had been pulled out of his body, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

At this moment, a man dressed in a blue robe walked into the room, and a pair of delicate deerskin boots with blue rimmed boots came into view.

His black hair is as unrestrained and chic as a waterfall, under his long eyelashes, his narrow eyes are like gurgling spring water, warm as a spring breeze, and he is really an excellent beautiful man.

Wei Mo couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that it was really a groove, and hugged it: "Groove!" ā€

Hearing this voice, he was stunned for a while, and looked at Wei Mo blankly, but he didn't react for a long time.

Seeing its appearance, Wei Mo looked at Huahua sitting cross-legged on the ground with disgust, and poked its head: "What did you say to the groove." ā€

"Say you're dead." Huahua looked indifferent, and spread her hands, "Whoever let you go out for so long and don't come back, I thought you were dead." ā€

"No nonsense." Wei Mo glared at Huahua.

Huahua spread her hands helplessly, glanced at the grievances of the groove, patted the rare dust on her body, and made a grimace: "Little fart, I'll cry when I scare you, okay, okay~ Don't be afraid." ā€

"Hmm......" Groove curled up in Wei Mo's arms, sniffing the good smell on his body, and couldn't help rubbing his head into his arms, "Master, I miss you so much." ā€

"Where have you been these days?" Wei Mo looked at it worriedly, and old wounds were faintly visible on its body. Although it has been repaired by the Demon Yuan, it has never been able to erase the bare scar exposed by the wound.

Pulling Wei Mo's chest and clothes, he hurriedly spoke: "Master, it's a long story, this is not important now, the important ......"

In the middle of speaking, a soldier burst in in a panic: "Report-"

"What?" Wei Mo's expression became serious, and his tone was different from that of the demon-pet-the same-pet-love.

"My lord, there is a group of people with strong human demons outside, and they are the bad guys who kidnapped the big demons - pets! And now they also wounded our soldiers......"

Hearing this, Wei Mo frowned, and put the groove on the ground: "Take me to have a look." ā€

"The hosts! You listen to me......" Groove tugged at his robe, "they ......"

"Okay, you stay here with Huahua obediently, I'll settle them and come to see you."

"No, master!" He stomped his feet in a hurry, closed his eyes and immediately said, "They are the ones who rescued me!" ā€

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no movement around. When he opened his eyes, he saw Huahua holding a fruit and throwing it in the air and catching it, looking at it innocently: "Wei Mo didn't listen to you, so he left." ā€

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"You just said they saved you?" Flowey continued to toss the fruit and caught it lazily.

"Yes!" The groove leaned in front of Flowey and took her hand, "I—I want to go!" ā€

"It's so noisy outside, Wei Mo doesn't necessarily listen to you." Flowey still looked indifferent, "Unless you have some way to stop the two sides from fighting." ā€

"Yes!" Groove's face became serious, "Please come with me, I'm afraid that the master will pull me and won't listen to my explanation." ā€

"What's in it for you?" Flowey squinted, leaned over to the side of the trough face, and sniffed. It's so fragrant.