Zongman: Being the leader in the wild world

Wang Mo and Dazai Osamu were besieged by crazy people. At the critical moment, Wang Mo used Ye Luoli magic.

The magic flame burned the red silk threads that were wrapped around the people, and the crazy people immediately fell down.

This development was something Dazai Osamu had not expected. He guessed that Wang Mo might have superpowers, but he did not expect that her superpower would be the highly destructive fire type. She clearly looked like the type with no offensive power at all.

Is it true that you can’t judge a book by its cover?

The red silk thread was burned off, and the crazy people fell down one after another. They finally had a chance to catch their breath.

"Dazai, how are you? Are you okay?" Wang Mo came to Dazai Osamu who was sitting against the wall, "Are you hurt?"

She was keenly aware of the smell of blood.

"It's just a minor injury." It was indeed a minor injury, probably caused accidentally when he used his arm to resist the attacks from the people.

Wang Mo reached out and lifted Dazai Osamu's arm, and said with a worried look on his face: "Even if it's a minor injury, it will hurt. Dazai always doesn't care about his body. It's really distressing."

"So you want to discipline me now?" Dazai Osamu said somewhat viciously.

However, Wang Mo just looked at him worriedly, shook his head and said, "I don't know why Dazai doesn't care about his body. Everyone has their own secrets. I won't ask too much. Since Dazai doesn't care, then I will pay more attention to it for Dazai. After all, we are friends."

The word "friend" made Dazai Osamu pause, and he repeated in an ambiguous tone: "Friend..."

Wang Mo nodded and said, "Yes, in my opinion, friends need to be treated well."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Wang Mo: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let me treat you first."

Dazai Osamu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Don't get me wrong, this wasn't a thrill, but an indescribable uneasiness. He asked, "Can you also treat it?"

"Yes." Wang Mo crossed his hands in front of his chest and chanted: "Yeluoli magic, heart of love, spirit of love, love light powder!"

Her eyes flickered and pink starlight scattered. After touching Dazai Osamu's arm, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the torn clothes were restored to their original state. There was no sign that she had just experienced a one-sided beating.

Looking at the healed wound, Dazai Osamu looked puzzled. He asked, "Have you recovered your memory?"

Wang Mo shook his head and said, "No."

Dazai Osamu: "Then how do you use...these abilities?"

Wang Mo: "Ah, this, actually I'm not very clear, it's just that I suddenly have more information about how to use these abilities in my mind."

Dazai Osamu: "Is that so? It seems that Xiaobai is recovering his memory."

Wang Mo: "Ah, it should be."

Dazai Osamu: "Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's leave here quickly. The owner of the strange red silk here should have noticed it."

Wang Mo clenched his fists and said, "It's okay, I can help you solve it!"

Dazai Osamu: "Confidence is a good thing, but forget it. We don't know if the other party has helpers."

Wang Mo: "Okay, where are we going now?"

Dazai Osamu grabbed Wang Mo's wrist and ran with her out of the dead end. As he ran, he said, "Anywhere is fine, just don't stay where you are."

In fact, if the opponent was really an enemy, there would be nothing wrong with Dazai Osamu's decision, but the problem was that Shen Yuling was not an enemy who came to take their lives. Dazai Osamu's decision once again made Shen Yuling and Wang Mo miss out.

Are there really such coincidences in the world?

It's really worrying.