The little newt bit down on Yinmo's trouser leg tightly, and whimpered in its mouth.

"You want to follow me?"

Yin Mo glanced at the little white newt a little strangely, and asked with some uncertainty.

Hearing this, the little white newt immediately showed a big smile, and its little head was straight. Yin Mo suddenly felt a little embarrassed at this time, to be honest, although the caracal is gentle by nature, it has taken care of Yin Mo very much in the past three months.

But this doesn't mean that Yin Mo can kidnap other people's babies, even if he has a good temper and sees himself abducting other people's daughters, Yin Mo feels that his fate will not be too good.

A rookie who practices qi is estimated to be not enough for a mouthful.

"Wow~~"

There was a wild roar, and the caracal didn't know when it came to the cave.

Yinmo's hair was blown up directly by the roots, and by the way, he was saliva again. Quickly wiped his face, and Yin Mo danced and explained.

"Well, I didn't want to kidnap your daughter. I'm ready to go, thank you for so many days of hospitality, goodbye, oh no goodbye!"

Yin Mo just wanted to slip away, but he was directly blocked by the caracal's claws the size of his body.

The caracal's rough face, full of ferocious beastly breath, showed a touch of doting, and glanced at the white newt cub with a hint of pride. The other paw gently grabbed it and handed it to Yin Mo.

"You let me take your baby!"

Yin Mo looked stunned, pointed at himself, and then pointed at the little white newt.

"Wow~~"

The newt roared softly as if in response, and although there was some reluctance in his eyes, it was more of a pleading.

"Okay!"

After getting along for so many days, Yin Mo really likes the little stubbornness in front of him. Gently taking the small thing from the caracalt's paw, Yin Mo was very happy in his heart.

"Follow me in the future, well, just call you Xiaobai!"

Looking at the snow-white little newt, Yin Mo held the little white newt and said solemnly.

"Wow~Hmm~"

Seeing that Yinmo accepted his child, the caracal glanced at Yinmo gratefully, and then suddenly blew Yinmo and the little white newt out of the cave with a wild roar. Then the whole cave shook, and it wasn't long before the entrance to the cave was tightly blocked by the rubble of the landslide.

"Is this going to change the nest?"

Yin Mo has been in it for three months, and he has long known that the entire bottom of the mountain has been dug by caracalts in all directions. It didn't feel strange to see the cave fall, but I just had a deeper understanding of the habits of the caracal.

"Let's go!"

Holding Xiaobai, Yin Mo stared at the collapsed cave for a while, and then sighed leisurely.

It was only Yin Mo who took a step, and the black sword in his waist took off again.

"Whew, Whew, Whew"

Three words were left.

"Follow me!"

"With the yarn, you played me yesterday, embarrassed? I'm the one with the rhythm!"

Yin Mo is still angry that Hei Jian played him yesterday, as a qualified teammate, Yin Mo has always played others!

"Because you shared the Spirit Condensing Grass, the caracal beast awakened its cultivation instinct. Don't rejoice too soon, as the limitations of the beast's body will shrink day by day, and eventually it will die out if it fails to transform. ”

"There are certain rules of origin in this world, and you think that your actions have touched it. You're running out of time, won't you come for seventy-two hours?"

The black sword didn't care about the ink, and left a large pile of words in the air.

With a "bang", he flew out.

"Don't go too far, hey!"

Yin Mo watched the black sword leave, and his heart was on fire.

"Are you treating me as a herb man, you're too low-end. If I hadn't taken this little guy, you'd never have reminded me of this, would you?"

Yin Mo nodded hatefully, very annoyed.

"Or if you don't get me to the Yunfeng of Tianwai Mountain, you won't stop, right?"

"Woo~~"

Xiaobai, who was a big lump, squatted on Yin Mo's shoulder, looking around curiously, looking puzzled and not knowing what Yin Mo was talking to.

"Isn't it just a broken fruit, you wait for me!"

Still not getting any response from the black sword, Yin Mo kicked the stream a little irritably.

"Hold on!"

whispered to Xiaobai, and Yin Mo instantly pulled out an afterimage.

With three months of familiarity, Yin Mo has long gotten rid of the embarrassing situation of having to shout out the moves in the second middle school.

The original Yinmo body couldn't retain the aura, so it could only rely on some of the aura that was barely left in the body.

Now a great river of aura has been formed in the sea of aura in Yin Mo's body, and the long sword in his heart is filled with aura in his hand, and he can slash it with ease when he steps forward.

Xiaobai looked at the afterimages around him, and he was very excited. The two paws wrapped their arms around Yinmo's neck and clinged to Yinmo's chest. The newly grown white fluff is uncomfortable when rubbing the ink warmly and itchyly.

"I didn't expect that for the first time in my life, I was desperate for you!"

Looking at the black sword of the headband, road, and party in front of him, Yin Mo simply stopped thinking about other things and ran away.

"It's still not strong enough!"

If he could step forward and slash indefinitely, Yin Mo absolutely believed that he would definitely be able to catch up with the black sword.

Break it, break it and break it crooked!

However, even if Yin Mo's body was adjusted well by himself, he was a little unable to withstand the impact of the Qi Cultivation MAX Aura at this time. This point of ink was already experienced when he fought with the Limbo Fairy.

A day and a night passed.

Yin Mo's face was haggard, and Xiao Bai had shrunk to the size of Yin Mo's palm at this time. Xiao Bai was also very curious about the changes in his body, looking at Xiao Bai who was curious about the baby mini caracal, Yin Mo continued to run with the wind without saying a word.

"Wind Strike!"

The blood exploded little by little, and Yin Mo gritted his teeth and swallowed blood and spittle, and continued to step forward to chase the black sword.

The ink has done its best to achieve the maximum displacement possible.

But the black sword is still not slowing down.

The cold wind galloped by, and the ink was painful all over.

Ever since Yasuo's skill template was available, Ink had never hated the wind as much as he did today.

At the beginning, in order to be able to make two attacks on the steel splitting flash, Yin Mo spent an unknown amount of thought.

Swinging his sword and swinging his sword desperately every day, he finally practiced the two sword intent attacks he had longed for.

If there is no this, it is estimated that Yin Mo will be directly beaten into slag in the face of the Lingbo Fairy.

Step forward and cut it, the courage of tens of millions of people!

The wind is slashing, and the steel fierce that is born after putting it to death!

The Way of the Rogue?

The figure of Yin Mo running wildly gradually began to slow down, and his tired eyes slowly closed.

"I always thought that I was wandering in this world. Because I don't belong here, I also have another world in mind. ”

"Not really, right?"

"I'm just banished, and I don't think I really would understand it if it weren't for it!"

Yin Mo gently stroked Xiaobai, who had become smaller and smaller.

"Heh, I've got you!"

As soon as the words fell, the speed of printing ink instantly surged. The blast that had been desperately repelling it turned into a boost in an instant.

Drifter's Way LV2: You have a concern, so wander to find it!

Yin Mo slashed at the black sword with the blade of the wind.

"Hmph, face the wind!"

The wind is whistling and whistling!