Realistic games

Chapter 59

"The one shaking in the corner, come out, don't look, it's you."

Mo Lan's mental power radiates a radius of ten meters with himself as the center, and everything within ten meters is reflected in his mind, without any omission.

"Not coming out yet? Five, four, three..."

"Come out, I'm out, don't, don't."

A warrior walked out of the corner trembling, Mo Lan could sense the fluctuations in Dou Qi, but he could not determine his level, he could only be sure that this was a job transfer.

The moment he stood up, the five wind blade techniques were activated directly, but it was different from Al's swarming in the same place.

Mo Lan released the wind blade technique in five different directions after accurate calculation, and the wind blade broke out of the air and crossed five different trajectories.

When the man came out, he saw Feng Ren and his eyes widened in despair.

"You are not trustworthy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't care about anything, grabbed the dagger hidden behind him and slashed it down.

"I didn't promise you anything."

Mo Lan shrugged and continued to look at him.

The moment the dagger fell, a black light fell on the dagger, apparently using some kind of spell.

The dagger that flashed black light directly cut off the wind blade, and instantly disintegrated the entire wind blade.

Mo Lan was slightly surprised to see this, but continued to watch it calmly.

Before the man cut off the wind blade technique, he felt a sharp pain, and a wind blade technique landed directly on his right arm and thigh.

For Mo Lan, whose brain is comparable to a computer, he doesn't need to know your activity habits at all, nor does he need to predict the direction of dodging.

As long as there are enough spell scrolls, it is enough to cover all the range that he can move in a unit time.

Do you hide or don't hide.....does it make a difference?

At least it doesn't make any difference to the little fighters who seem to be only level [-] at the moment.

Mo Lan looked at the soldier whose right arm and right leg were torn, tilted his head and thought, and another wind blade flew past.

"what!"

In the wailing sound, the soldier's left hand and left arm were also torn, and because of his subconscious dodge, even his stomach was scratched.

"Who made you move, look, are you injured now?"

The soldier heard the words and looked at the sky in despair.

"Well, what's your name? What are you doing here with me? Who sent you here?"

Looking at the soldier who should have been unable to move, Mo Lan found a bamboo pole and asked by poking his wound from a distance.

"Why didn't you ask before, in case it was a friend? Why didn't you ask before!"

The soldier endured the pain and said unwillingly.

Mo Lan heard the words lightly.

"Climb into my house secretly at night, even if it is a friend, kill it first."

"But I didn't enter your house!!"

The soldier groaned.

"Really?"

Mo Lan tilted her head and thought about it.

"It seems so, then... sorry."

After apologizing, Mo Lan stabbed his wound with a bamboo pole.

"What's your name? Who sent you here? What do you want to come here for?"

"I was sent by Mr. Yu Jinan. He asked me to protect your safety. If there is anything wrong, I will teach him a lesson immediately."

The soldier said with a pale face.

"Can you help me inform Mr. Yu that I'm about to die?"

"Oh, yes, you are about to die, but why are you stubborn when you are going to die?"

Mo Lan poked at the wound and said lightly. As soon as he heard this, he knew what Yu Jinan was thinking.

It's nothing more than wanting to protect him to move him, or simply directing and acting to show mercy.

"Well, this trick is too old? No matter how stupid Yu Jinan is, it is impossible to use this kind of trick in the TV series, and it doesn't look like Yu Jinan is the kind of brainless person."

Mo Lan pondered for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, so he moved towards the soldier.

"The tenacity of the bear!"

The spell fell on the soldier who had no resistance, the spell attacked, his muscles were instantly full of vitality, and a force after another poured out from his body.

If it is normal, this warrior may be pleasantly surprised, because although this force is very violent, it is also very powerful, and it increases the power greatly.

But at this moment there was only despair in his eyes.

Vibrant and violent muscles tore his wounds, battering his vindictive energy to seal the wounds, waves of pain from tearing muscles and tearing skin slammed into his mind like a tide.

"No, no! Ah! Stop! Ah ah!!!"

A whimper came from his mouth, and the blood that had slowly stopped on his hands and legs flowed and shot again.

Active and frenzied muscles are constantly squeezing blood vessels and tearing open wounds.

"I have to say that the recovery ability of soldiers is really amazing, but I don't understand how they can recover now?"

Mo Lan said lightly.

"Speak your purpose, I will let you go, and I will do what I say. I will never break my promise. You can rest assured."

"Ah! Ah! Clothes, there is a letter in the middle of the jacket, there is a letter, ah! Let me go, I'm going to die!"

Hearing a whimper, Mo Lan glanced at the house next to the alley.

"Please help me?"

"it is good."

After fighting for so long, the man screamed again and again, but the room next to him remained silent until a voice came from the shadows of the quiet room.

"it is good."

Scar led people out, one by one, more than a dozen people directly surrounded the alley.

A person went to the wailing warrior and found a letter and handed it to Mo Lan.

Mo Lan took it and opened it, her eyes suddenly turned cold, but she smiled again.

"Al."

Al came out of the shadows of the shop, holding a spell scroll in his hand.

Looking at the large number of spell scrolls, Scar's eyes twitched slightly, and he silently turned his head and closed his eyes.

I can't see....I can't see....I can't see....

Al took the letter from Mo Lan's hand with a blank expression on his face.

"Sir, I can't read."

Mo Lan's face was stagnant, and then she said softly.

"They want to take you away and threaten me with you."

Al's eyes wavered slightly.

"I would kill myself and not be caught by them."

Mo Lan's breath stagnated when she heard the words, and she patted Al on the back of the head heavily.

"Don't say stubbornly, keeping your life is more important than anything else."

"Yes."

Al's eyes didn't waver at all.

"Then what do you think we should do in this situation?"

"Kill them until they are afraid, or they will keep bullying you."

Mo Lan nodded.

"Well, well, what Al said makes sense, but I have promised that I can't kill him, do you understand?

I can't break the promise. "

Before Mo Lan finished speaking, Al pulled out a scimitar from the waist of the person next to the scar, came to the side of the fallen soldier, raised the scimitar... and let it fall!

The soldier's head was broken at the root, and he rolled on the ground a few times, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of despair.

Hot blood splattered on Al's face, making him look a little hideous.

And the people around him who looked at him were subconsciously heartbroken.

"The next time you take someone else's property, you have to get someone else's consent.

Return the knife to the family, then go wash your face. "

Al walked over to the man.

"I'm sorry, your knife."

When the man took the knife, he went to the room to wash his face, Mo Lan looked over there and said softly

"He's a good boy."

Scar heard the words and smiled.

"It's just a child who sees hope in despair. There are many such people."

After speaking, he paused again.

"Don't be impulsive about this matter today, some lines cannot be stepped on."

"I know that I have always had a good temper, but some people have gone too far. They have to go beyond their limits. They don't need to endure it any longer. They won't be sensible without a little warning."

Mo Lan smiled faintly.

"So it's up to you to do me a favor."

Chapter 60

"Al, you are guarding the store."

"Yes, sir."

Early in the morning, Mo Lan left the store and walked towards the center of Hongfeng City.

After walking out of the disorganized wooden houses and earth houses, you will be greeted by a rough and sturdy stone house.

The embodiment of the human class is on full display here.

When Mo Lan walked from the civilian area into the noble area, a group of patrolling people saw it and came directly to stop it.

A little magic in Mo Lan's body shook slightly, similar to the fluctuation of Dou Qi, and the group of guards let it go, and bowed slightly, with a little envy in their eyes.

Mo Lan continued to move forward, all the way to a small castle in the aristocratic area.

This is the small castle of Viscount Bart.

Coincidentally, as soon as Mo Lan arrived in front of the castle, Yu Jinan came out, looked around him, and said with a smile.

"Yo, isn't this Mo Lan? Wasn't it pretty awesome before? What, where's your little follower? Why didn't you bring it over today?

Oh, it's not dead, is it? "

Mo Lan looked at him and smiled. From a distance, there were two people talking and laughing.

"Yu Jinan, are we classmates?"

"Yo, are you a classmate now?"