Qin Woe's answer was to kick his other leg with an expressionless face, kicking him back to the ground.

Watch him roll on the ground.

……

The master, who had fallen back to the ground and gasped for a few breaths, was not angry, laughed dumbly, obediently eased up for a while, and sat up by himself.

He adjusted the demonic qi in his body for a while, which was completely different from the operation method of the immortal qi and aura, and he was not born with a demonic body, and forcibly fell into the demon, so that the meridians of his body were still painful and could not operate.

Truly...... Still weak and terrible.

When he moved his fingers, trying to forcibly move the sword to sit on him, he found that as soon as he looked up, he sat on his precious sword, and the girl hanging cross-legged in the air bit the fruit and smiled at him.

"Looking for your sword?" Qin Woe blinked innocently: "Requisitioned by me!" After all, the Mo Jin Immortals are now weak like this, and with such a powerful sword, I'm afraid they can't be used, right? It is better to lend me for a messenger. ”

In the past, when Liang Qing and Zuo Yu had not yet appeared, everyone in the world knew that Mo Jin cherished only his sword the most.

I have been with him for a long time.

No one can touch it.

There are even people who think that the sword is his daughter-in-law, and Mo Jin Immortal is afraid that he will spend the rest of his life with the sword.

But now, he looked at the sword that had been with him for an unknown number of years, and was sat under the butt by the girl, but he bent his eyes and laughed softly without the slightest hesitation.

"Okay."

"......" angrily, the big demon king who wanted to kick his sword and kick his feet continued to look at him with his face paralyzed.

Sitting there, the man still tilted his head and watched the girl chew fruit after fruit fiercely.

Before today's war, the two of them did only eat a few fruits, and if they were the Mo Jin immortals before, they were naturally not hungry.

But now, Mo Jin, who had just fallen into the devil and lost all her aura, looked at the girl who was eating fruit in front of her, and she was also hungry.

But now he can't move, he can't walk, how can he find food?

But he slowly took out more than a dozen fruits in front of him, and he didn't realize the calamity of Zhengxiang Qin.

Until you hear a 'goo'.

Qin Yu looked at him suddenly, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and smiled.

"Are Mo Jin Immortals hungry?"

"Okay."

"Hmm, Mo Jin Immortal looks like this now, I'm afraid I can't find food, right?"

“…… Well. ”

"Do you want me to help you find food?" Qin Calamity blinked.

Before Mo Jin could answer gently, the girl in front of her had already taken the first step to answer.

"You're so beautiful!" The girl who had been fed by him for several days in the snowy mountain was very faceless at the moment, and said confidently: "Don't the self-reliant Mo Jin immortals know this word? If you want to eat it, you can get it yourself! Not...... If you can't get it, then it's no wonder to others, it's just that the Mo Jin Immortals are too weak! ”

"Hmm." Mo Jin nodded, still good-natured, and said with a gentle smile: "You're right. ”

“……”

I always feel that the big devil's teeth are itching with one punch and one punch in the cotton.

You're angry!

You're not reconciled!

You're going to work hard to become a big devil and completely degenerate!

Uh-huh, hmm!

How can you fall into a demon, this man seems to have a better temper?

Are you really the flower of Kaolin, Mo Jin? Say it! Are you also worn by someone!

"Forget it." Qin Disaster stared at the man who was still smiling in front of him with a paralyzed face, and finally raised his hand and threw over a piece of fruit: "Your share." ”

Mo Jin raised her hand to take it, stunned, and looked at the small fruit in her palm, which was different from the one she ate in her hand, this one was a little different, slightly larger.

This is...... His.

She picked it for him.

Mo Jin had a deeper smile in her eyes, raised her eyes, and looked at the hard-mouthed and soft-hearted girl in front of her.

He pinched the fruit, took a cherished bite—and then his face stiffened slightly.

"Hahahahaha!" Overhead, the girl laughed and was about to fall off the sword, pointing at him: "Isn't it particularly sour?" Acid doesn't kill you!! ”