Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

"That said, so... welcome back."

Mo Ye lightly turned the topic of completely inconsistent concepts between the two parties to the point. She put down the steaming teacup in her hand, smiled and waved to Sueri, "Can I come here for a minute, Sueri, I have something to ask you." ."

"what?"

Sueri raised his head and looked at Mo Ye when he heard the words. He didn't mean to refuse and responded directly. In the form of a child, he shook off the floating snow on his new equipment in front of the window sill, and then stepped on a slippery and heavy one. Walked towards the wooden table where Mo Ye was.

He sat on the wooden chair opposite Mo Ye, but because his body was too small, his legs could not touch the ground.The unnatural sense of dangling made his expression subtly dark for a moment, this subtle unhappy mood When he approached his Nightingale, but could only see her face by raising his head, he reached the peak in an instant.

Sueli immediately lowered his head and stared at the desktop. He would rather lower his head not to look at his Nightingale than to face Mo Ye with a silly look with his head held high, exposing his flaws.

When he was wandering in the mountains and forests, he still didn't feel any inconvenience in this child's body. After all, he always jumped forward through the trunk and the trunk. Even the occasional hunting is just a condescending one-sided. Hunt down.

But it wasn't until he came back here and confronted the Nightingale who was quite a bit taller than him, that he suddenly realized that the size of his child was too awkward, and he and Nightingale looked quite in line with human aesthetics. Compared with her girly form, it's completely different!

Sueri resisted the uncomfortable emotions that grew gradually. He stared at the table without raising his head at all. Mo Ye keenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the other party’s emotions. She temporarily put down her plan to explain to Sueri. In his mind, he asked him with a little concern:

"What's the matter with you, Sueri?"

Sueri still had a gloomy look with his head down, but he still quickly responded to Mo Ye's question in a slightly difficult tone. This answer also exposed the things he had been worrying about:

"There is no... any other body that can be used."

It turned out to be because of this.

Mo Ye stared at Zueri's dark white hair with some amusement. She could also understand that Zueri, who was originally a beast god, was now succumbing to the feeling of sorrow in a child's posture. For Sueri, a **** who has spanned more than two thousand years, it should be a fragile form that belongs only to a cub.

Although she can really understand Sueri, she still does not have the ability to solve this problem. Looking back at the time, she just felt that it would be a perfect ending to bring Sueri out of the black prison safely and completely, but the reality is always It is not as expected.

A problem is solved, and a new problem will be born at the same time.

"Sorry, Sueri, I have no other way to solve your problem. After all, there are only a few people in this world who can afford the spirit sea of ​​the **** level. Are there any of these people who can match your spirit? The chances of the existence of compatible seas are really too low."

Mo Ye simply expressed his powerlessness to Sueri.

Maybe in the future she will get the ability to change the split form, but this probability is not too high, unless she deliberately hunts magicians with relevant abilities on the Oran continent.

Mo Ye knows very clearly that she will not do such a thing. After all, she still wants to maintain her original human posture. She will never touch the bottom line of killing innocents, so she has no possibility. Tell Sueri of the need.

Otherwise, waiting to wait and wait for nothing, it can't make people happy.

"No, I embarrassed you."

Sueri also knows how difficult it is to find a suitable body. He responded to Mo Ye with a little discouragement, but suddenly felt that his current dejected image would definitely lower his impression in Nightingale's mind, right? !

"Well, since there is no solution, let's not talk about it..."

Sueli quickly raised his head to suppress his gloomy emotions. Even if he didn't want to hold his head high and stare at Nightingale, who was a bit taller than him, he couldn't always show his negative emotions and let the other party see his apparent flaws brightly. Bar!

Sueri's tone was blunt, trying to change the subject:

"Didn't you say something is looking for me?"

Mo Ye didn’t know the intense psychological activity in Zueri’s heart. She watched Zueri slightly with a smile and raised her head to look at the immature face in front of her for a while, until Zueri looked inexplicably because of her inexplicable gaze. The expressionless face gradually filled with stiffness and anxiety, and she condensed her evil behavior of secretly teasing the cub-like Sueri.

"It's a more troublesome thing. One of my enemies came to the door and took possession of a thing that I valued very much. He wanted to use this to force me to go back and throw myself into the trap. I really couldn't beat him."

Mo Ye briefly explained to Sueri. She slowly took out a cup from the tea set tray, brewed a cup of hot tea and handed it to Sueri. The smile on her mouth was as calm as ever, seeming to fully confirm Su Eli would not reject her.

"You will help me, right, Sueri."

Mo Ye stared at Zueri intently, smiling as he waited for his doomed response. She was convinced that she had completely controlled Zueri, no matter what reason he chose her, the result was the most important.

"Just kill the other party." Sueli took the hot tea that Mo Ye handed over. He held the slightly hot teacup and dropped his head to take a sip. The mist of water vapor gradually distorted and blurred him suddenly. With cold eyes, he did respond to her as Mo Ye thought, "Relax, Nightingale...I will deal with the guy who chooses to be your enemy as soon as possible, and I will protect you."

"Well, I know you can protect me and take back what belongs to me..." Mo Ye's smile couldn't help but deepen. She very relaxedly supported her hands on the table and supported her cheeks, and her tone was lighter. The ground introduced Sueri's information about Wilton, "My enemy claims to be the strongest man on this continent, and he is also a very difficult star spirit magician. His magical attributes are biased. It's probably [time].

"If it were you, there shouldn't be any problem with him, Sueri?"

"It's a guy from the spirit department..."

Sueri’s brows conditioned reflexively. His opponent, God of humanity, Gold is also a magician of the spirit system. When he was dealing with the secretive ability of Gold at the beginning, it took a lot of effort to find the boss. Vulnerabilities in the opponent's ability.

He knows that as long as the existence of the spirit element is a Xiaoqiang who can't kill, and the ability to save his life is endless, Sueri is unwilling to lie to his nightingale, so he can only explain:

"If your enemy is in the real body, I have absolute certainty to kill him, but if he does not use his own body, I can't get his body out without the corresponding ability..."

Sueri was afraid that his nightingale would think he was useless. After his fall, he couldn't even deal with an ant under a god. He raised his head and looked at Mo Ye's eyes slightly, and added nervously, "You too The magician of the spirit system should also be aware of the difficulties of the spirit system, nightingale?"

"It's okay, as long as you can kill him the first time, then you can definitely kill him a second time..." Mo Ye also didn't hold much hope for the plan to kill Wilton directly, and she simply returned. "As long as I can defeat him once, he will become hiding in Tibet in the future. Instead, I will hunt him in the past, and his secret tower organization will become my shackles to him. As a result, I will also very satisfied."

"Then it's okay, tell me where he is."

Sueri sighed secretly. After drinking the cup of hot tea in his hand, he decided to leave immediately. After spending so long in the dark prison, it was time for him to come to a battle to warm up. He looked like a child and prepared to get out of the seat. The action of jumping up and down was blocked by Mo Ye with words.

"Have to wait, Sueri, after all my things are still under his control, who knows if he will jump over the wall in a hurry." Mo Ye gently leaned down and filled him with the cup of hot tea, "I still There are some other arrangements, at least you have to wait until it is foolproof before you can act...I will go with you then."

"...Do you think that I alone can't kill the opponent smoothly?" Sueri seemed a little sensitive and disturbed by Mo Ye's words. He was afraid that his Nightingale would not believe in his current strength, so he did it. Such a decision.

"No, if Wilton on the battlefield is not the main body, I want to try if I can directly find the opponent's main body through the spatial fluctuations caused by the death of that split body." Mo Ye quickly dispelled Sue. She also added with a chuckle, "Well... Wilton is the name of my enemy."

Sueri was comforted by Mo Ye very simply. He sat down on the wooden chair again and slowly drank the cup of hot tea made by Mo Ye, although he was unwilling to make a foolish look with his head held up. , But the long blue hair that was swaying slightly during his nightingale movements caught his eyes.

It was the best color he had ever seen.

"Ah, by the way...Do you want this, Sueri?" Mo Ye suddenly remembered the specialty she had brought back from Sueri's dream. She took the antique wooden stick from her body. Take it out of the simple space and pass it to Zueri across the table, with the good name, "This is my gift to you. Keep it safe, Zueri."

"...A stick?"

Sueri took the wooden stick hesitantly. The wooden stick that was originally used for canopy construction and support is quite tall. Now Sueri is half the head of a child. No matter how he looks at it, this wooden stick is just one. Ordinary sticks, there is something special...

"There is a scent of Claronia on it."

Sueri can clearly smell the ancient country's breath that has long been buried in the torrent of time from above. The smell of sand and blood is so strong that it was only infiltrated yesterday. He didn't know that this root came from Yarlin's birth. How did the wooden sticks of the kingdom survive for more than two thousand years and still retain their vitality.

He just put it away solemnly, it was an extremely precious gift from the distant past.