Among the yellow sandy soil, Yan Ge secretly smelled the spirit of the devil.

This breath is too faint. If it weren't for lying down and she was a demon, most people would not be able to detect it.

How can there be magic in this kind of place?

Will there be a demon in the divine realm?

Yange grabbed a handful of sand and placed it under the tip of the nose. The sand itself does not have the breath of magic, so this magic is not emitted from the sand, but rather from the ground beneath the sand.

The little cute animal lives underground, it hates the smell of magic, and it should know this smell, right?

However, she did not feel the breath of magic under the ground where it lived.

Yange looked up, and asked with curiosity: "How can there be a breath of magic on this ground? Is the Devourer a demon? It also lives under the ground."

Xiao Mengju tilted his head slightly, staring at Yange.

Its black and black eyes were wet, and they looked simple and harmless. Yange felt that she had forgotten how it used her tail to do the inhumane scrubbing, and she looked at it with anger. Want to pinch its fur.

If her "pro-son" is to look so good, she will definitely offer it as an ancestor.

Alas, unfortunately, the pro-son is a diabolical one. He can't look back on the long crooked road, and can blind her eyes every time he advances.

Xiao Meng's tail swept Yange's face again.

Yan Ge's reflections after a series of sneezes, is she now allergic to hairy animals?

But seriously, the chicken is also a hair.

However, it is possible that the host's body is allergic to hairy animals.

Because there were too many sneezes and tears came out, Yan Ge stretched his hands to wipe the tears and asked him, "Why don't you speak? Are you saying too few words, so you don't know how to express them?"

The little cute beast stared at the tears in Yange's eyes. When the Yange was about to be wiped off, his tail rolled his hands away, and then he approached the Yange violently. Eyes and teardrops hanging under his eyes: "What is this?"

Words of Song: ...

Sure enough, she is a simple little guy, not even tears.

Although Yange was so uncomfortable with her body being so fixed, she still liked her voice softly and said, "This is tears."

After a pause, she explained: "A man will cry when he is sad ..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Meng's tongue licked her eyes, rolled her tears away, and then frowned, an unpleasant expression on her face.

The speech song that was slobbered by the saliva can no longer maintain a gentle smile. She stood blankly and suddenly thought, if there is a chance to play with this little cute animal, she has no chance of winning.

But this idea was immediately ps by herself.

It was the main thing to get the devouring beast, and she didn't need to set up an enemy for herself.

So, forbearance, forbearance.

After all, if you fight, if you can't even fight such a little guy, it will be too shameful.

So after a short while, Yange has built up his heart defense and asked Devouring Beast: "What is the smell of tears?"

Yange thought this guy would say that he was dead.

However, his face was about to wrinkle into a little cute beast. It said, "Fishy, ​​smelly, sour, so disgusting."

Words of Song: ...

Suddenly want to continue to shed tears for this guy to try more.