Masked knight swordsman tower

Now Mo Luren is like a butcher, but two different types of weapons divide the shadow of the black robe with a strange melody, and the most amazing thing is that every time the division is made, black smoke will dissipate from the figure.

The knife in Mo Luren's hand was getting faster and faster, but he was still a step behind. The black shadow broke free from the shackles of the green storm, and wanted to get into the hole he made.

"Dream!" Mo Luren didn't change his face, as if he had expected this.

The table knife swiped at him again, and a dark wound was cut open. This time, it didn't spit out anything like a blowout, but absorbed the surrounding air crazily like a black hole.

And the black shadow was also pulled out from the wall bit by bit under this terrifying suction.

The black shadow struggled and roared silently, and all the matter within a radius of more than ten meters was re-deconstructed, turning into countless crystal points and dissipating in the air.

Mo Luren's collapsed like a normal person couldn't get close to his body at all, and even in this situation, this person was still smiling.

"I can't escape." He gently continued to dissect the black figure in front of him, which had changed from a normal figure to a black sphere.

Then it turned into brown and gray little by little.

When the last black was cut off by the chief surgeon, the originally black figure had turned into a white ball of light, quietly staying in Mo Luren's palm.

Holding the ball of light in one hand, Mo Luren approached the motionless coffin, and then opened the lid of the coffin.

If the human vision can catch it, there are dozens of white light clusters inside the coffin, and when the coffin is opened, it quickly flies into the body stored in the coffin.

At this time, the body also showed its true face, although it was not that beautiful, but it belonged to the type that the more you look at it, the more you like it, lying quietly in the coffin, with a faint smile on the corner of the mouth.

"Honey, just wait a little longer, everything will be fine soon." Mo Luren brought the ball of light in his hand close to his body, and the ball of light returned to his body as if he had found a home.

"It's done." Mo Luren heaved a sigh of relief, the part of his body that was cut just now has been restored to its original state, the wooden sword has returned to its original owner, and there is not even a scar on his body.

He raised his head suddenly, and only then did he remember that he came to this world with a second purpose, and the memory of this purpose was sealed by himself, and it would only be unsealed after the first purpose was completed.

It was a warning about God.

Mo Luren picked up the coffin and ran frantically, he wanted to have a word with that doctor.

But soon, he felt that his body was becoming more and more transparent. He was about to disappear in this world and return to his original world.

just in front! "Doctor" is still chatting aimlessly with people, but his eyes are constantly shining with a sly light.

"Doctor" felt a strange shadow appearing in the corner of his eyes, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the dark alley beside him.

There was no one there, not even anything, and there was only a sentence blowing slowly along with the wind.

"Protect her!"

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I thought it was a hallucination, but many things today are weird and excessive, such as the guy carrying the coffin, sister Xu also said that even the three of us in the strongest state can't beat that guy's hand.

And the knife in his hand can easily cut through the plane, and the most amazing thing is that after this guy disappeared, the memory of this guy also became blurred with time, as if there was something The power is deliberately erasing it.

And when it was time tonight, I only remembered the words that came from the wind: Protect her!
She or him?Who is it again?How to protect it?
I couldn't help but look at the little girl beside me and the dull general's wife. In terms of combat effectiveness, the general's wife should receive the strongest protection, and I returned.

Even with the exhaustion after a whole day's arrangement, I didn't care about the excess energy of the little girl outside the room, and fell into a deep sleep instead.

In the dream, a guy carrying a coffin appeared, and he repeatedly whispered words in my ear that I couldn't understand at all.

"Don't open the Emerald Gate!"

"Don't let her rush out first!"

"You must protect her!"

"Stop it! Enough is enough!"

I struggled to get out of bed, it was already late at night, and I had absolutely no memory of this guy who entered my mind, like a stranger suddenly telling you tomorrow's lottery numbers.

The question is, who will believe it?
There is not much difference between the black market at night and during the day, the only difference is that there are more people at the door.

"Fourth Young Master?" I tried to call out.

The guy also nodded symbolically, he was not wearing a white suit like the owner of the Kamen Rider belt, but a white robe, spotless.

"Where's your teammate?" I didn't dare to get too close. Although the fourth son's combat power is mainly concentrated on living weapons, who knows what kind of hole card this guy has to save his life.

"I'm just here to invite you to watch a big show called The Fall of the Black Market." The fourth son's voice was ordinary, and even his face looked like an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

Just like that, two guys who knew each other but didn't know each other walked side by side on the brightly lit street of the black market. They didn't attract anyone's attention, but the atmosphere was too heavy.

The fourth son leaned on a gentleman's civilized stick, and tried to chat with me while walking: "You know? When I walked out of the black market, I actually didn't want to go back to this place at all."

"All successes belong to my brothers, and all failures belong to me.

Everyone looks up to my brothers, but everyone thinks I'm crap. "

Speaking of this, he laughed at himself, "I was really naive at that time."

"Sometimes it is indeed like this. You can't force everyone to like you. The black market, of course they all like those guys who are destined to inherit the family property." fact.

"You know it, kid." This bastard is here to pretend to be my senior.

"I've only been wandering outside for a year, met some people, and I have to say you're right, no one likes weaklings like us." He turned his face to look at me.

"I only like those of you who are strong, strong and wise, no matter what kind of force they are, they like to give you the green light and privileges."

"So, I choose to be a strong man instead of continuing to live as a weak man."

I looked at him with pity and anger.

However, his footsteps also stopped.

We have reached our destination.

According to the time of the outside world, it is already early morning, and today is the day to decide whether the black market can continue to exist.