"Take your broken hands away, those cold gauntlets are too irritating to me."

Now that we have reached this point, the little monster still doesn't forget to speak harshly.

"Are my hands broken? My armor is cold? It's already like this, and you still talk harshly."

Under the visor, Mo Yan showed a smile.

"You...you...what are you going to do?

Digimon will be killed!!!"

Hearing Mo Yan's familiar yet unfamiliar words, the little monster recalled the time when Mo Yan had exercised his body's flexibility, and involuntarily let out a cry of terror.

"Mo Yan, what are you doing!?"

At this time, Guilmon, who was running in front, came back to see what happened, but saw Mo Yan stretching his hands towards the little monster, and the latter showed a horrified expression.

This situation left Guilmon confused and at the same time very curious.
Chapter completed!