"Why does this person look like a little girl? Is she really a god?"
Mo Ye looked at Rong Luo.
She felt that this god was very strange, completely unlike the gods in her impression. She was like a girl from the neighborhood.
And seeing the smile Rong Luo gave Jiang Lin, Mo Ye felt even more uncomfortable.
She did not know what had happened between Rong Luo and that scumbag Jiang Lin in Ancient Times.
But judging only from their words and actions just now, their relationship was absolutely inseparable!
"What? Could I actually be jealous?"
Mo Ye withdrew her gaze and gave a bitter laugh inwardly.
Looking at Jiang Lin, Mo Ye knew that when Jiang Lin had cut off her father's head with a single sword ten thousand years ago, she had already lost the right to feel jealous.
Her relationship with this man had changed.
Jiang Yuni had once asked her whether she was Mo Ye or Niannian.
She had not answered.
Instead, she had thrown the question back to Jiang Lin: "Do you want me to be Mo Ye or Niannian?"
Was this not also a hope that he would give her an answer?
But she knew clearly that she could be neither his Niannian nor his Mo Ye!
The Dragon Race had only her left. She carried the entire Dragon Race on her shoulders, and her father's blood stained that Ice and Snow Longsword of his.
"Come on, come on. Jiang Lin, you resonate with this place. Maybe we really can find the God King."
Just as Mo Ye sank into her thoughts, Rong Luo suddenly seemed to take on the role of a guide and strode forward.
After all, she, Little Dragon Girl, and Jiang Lin could chat whenever they wanted, but the