In the last days, I became the young former commander

"Hahaha, you don't look like you are 40 years old, how can you die of old age, it is too exaggerated."

Mi Zhou smiled innocently.

"Hey, Mr. Moyin...she doesn't know?"

Carl froze for a moment.

"Oh, I haven't told her yet."

"What did you say, what did you say?"

Mi Zhou asked, chirping like a little swallow.

"There is an existence in that desert that can speed up the passage of time. Staying there for five years is almost equivalent to spending 50 years in the normal outside world. Karl's body has regrown."

Mo Yin opened his mouth to explain.

"Hey!!! Well, then will I become an old woman! Ah Moyin, you are too much, you actually ask someone to help you in such a dangerous place! I'm going to become ugly, woo woo woo."

Mi Zhou wailed and wiped away his tears.

"Calm down, I gave you the sanctuary of the blood god, that kind of power cannot affect you."

Moyin patted Mi Zhou's head to comfort him.

He dared to bring Mi Zhou and the others here because he could nullify the power of the Black Bride. Even Xiao Bao and Hu Shi who had just met, he gave them two protection.

"You didn't say it earlier! I was scared to death just now!"

Mi Zhou wiped away his tears and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't you think that maybe your body can take the opportunity to grow?"

Moyin teased Mi Zhou.

"Ah! It would be great if I could grow into big breasts like HK23! Take me back to try later?"

Mi Zhou suddenly looked forward to it.

"Pfft, you were so scared just now that you were dying, but now you are thinking about making money?"

Mo Yin couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hmph, don't you men just like the bigger the better!"

"I think each is good in its own way, evenly divided."

"Anyway, I like the big one."

"Because you haven't?"

"Ah you man, I'll bite you to death!"

Angrily, Mi Zhou grabbed Mo Yin's arm and bit it.

"Ha!!!! It's bleeding, it's bleeding! Could it be that my physical strength as a zombie has finally been developed?!!!"

Looking at the bloody tooth marks on Mo Yin's arm, Mi Zhou fell into ecstasy.

As a blood god, Mo Yinna's defensive power, even if he was shot by Wow sauce, there might not be a white spot, and he actually bit his skin? ? ?But if you think about it carefully, the alienated body of the imperial rank should really be able to break the defense of silent silver's skin, which is very reasonable!

"Well... I think you used such a lot of force, you are afraid that your teeth will be broken, so you have reduced the toughness..."

Mo Yin's words poured on Mi Zhou's head like a basin of cold water.

"Damn! You bastard, you bastard!!! Woooooooo..."

Mi Zhou yelled for a long time, but he couldn't say anything to blame. After all, Moyin also had good intentions. In order to prevent his teeth from collapsing, he took the initiative to reduce the toughness of his skin so that he could bite. It's so sad, isn't it?

Carl, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was dumbfounded, but he put all these things behind him without saying a word. After all, the more he knows, the more dangerous he is.

Although Moyin is a good person, there is no guarantee that the little girl will silence herself because of her playful attitude, so Karl did not listen carefully to the conversation between Moyin and Mi Zhou.

Half an hour later, Karl parked the car in a remote suburban area.

"Mr. Moyin, my car is almost out of gas. To be honest, I'm also afraid to withdraw money with my salary card from the Black|||Cross Student Union. What should we do next?"

Carl asked with some hesitation.

Originally, it was Moyin who proposed to return to the city. He, an honest maintenance worker, came back with Moyin only to seize the opportunity. If he really wants to find a way to live, he still doesn't know what to do.

"Is there a bank in this city?"

Moyin opened his mouth to confirm.

"Have."

"Do you support gold exchange for currency?"

Moyin continued to ask.

"...Gold doesn't have much value...Every area under the jurisdiction of the Student Federation is issued by the Student Federation itself as credit currency, and no one accepts gold...In the industry, because a kind of The role of gold has also been replaced by new alloys."

Carl replied with some anxiety.

Things that are not good for Moyin are naturally not good for him. We can only hope that Moyin can have other solutions.

Chapter 620 Silent Silver: You Are Killing

"Oh? This is interesting."

Moyin smiled, gold in this world is worthless, it seems like a bad thing, but it is not the case for him. "

He can travel through various worlds, so take advantage of this world's worthlessness and replenish his gold reserves.

Even if you can't exchange gold for the money in this world, he has a lot of good things on him. If you take out any thing and put it outside, it will be a real artifact, such as a force field shield, a high-frequency particle vibration knife, optical camouflage, etc. of.

Not to mention that there is Mi Zhouzai who can directly control other people's minds. He can go to the bank to pick up a box of money and leave without any problem.

Of course, he is not so downcast as a blood god to do such a thing.

Even if the person involved has no memory, someone will always be responsible for the money he withdrew when the bank checks the accounts. He doesn't like ruining the life of a stranger who has never met because of his own reasons.

"Interesting? How, how can this be interesting?"

Karl was a little confused, he found that he couldn't keep up with Moyin's thinking circuit.

It seemed that Moyin's plan was to exchange gold for currency, but now that it can't be exchanged, how can it be interesting?

"By the way, are there any bully organizations in this city that oppress civilians? They just collect protection fees or something."

Moyin asked, although he has good things, he needs a good platform to sell them at a suitable price, and it takes time to auction those things. The fastest way to get money is of course to go to Robbed.

If he robs the money of the wicked, it is tantamount to a punishment from heaven.

"Uh... bully organization? There should be one, but I haven't been back for a long time, so I might have to look for it, what do you mean?"

Carl asked tentatively.

"Well, you are right, I plan to snatch them."

Moyin nodded in affirmation.

"Well, I used to live in a poorer place, and those gangs usually operate in those places."

Carl led the way ahead, thinking carefully about the little girl who can control other people's minds around Moyin, is he afraid that he won't be able to beat those gangsters?

An hour later, passing through the busy streets, the surrounding buildings gradually became old and dilapidated. The closer to the outer city of the city, the worse people's living standards were, which was directly reflected in the patched clothes worn by pedestrians. above.

In front of a foul-smelling public toilet, a thin, yellow-faced man was sitting half paralyzed against the wall, with a used needle in front of him.

"Okay, Carl, you don't have to go, you've found your target."

Mo Yin gave an order and walked straight towards the addict.

"Mr. Mo Yin... This kind of people don't have much money. Once they have money, they... hey..."

Carl sighed, he felt that these people were quite pitiful, but they deserved it.

"He has no money, but the person who sold him this kind of thing is very rich."

Moyin walked up to the addict and grabbed his collar, and easily lifted him into the air.

Karl was a little shocked when he saw this scene. Although this man was sallow and thin, his height must weigh fifty to sixty kilograms. Unexpectedly, he was picked up by Mo Yin with one hand like a chicken.

It seems that Moyin is also very powerful, at least he doesn't think he can do this.

"what?"

The junkie seemed to be enjoying it, and gave Mo Yin an impatient look of contempt.

"I ask you to answer. You have no right to refuse. If you don't cooperate, you will have one finger broken at a time."

MoBank declared without a doubt.

"Ha, who do you think you are! Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

As soon as the junkie finished speaking, Mo Yin flicked the junkie's index finger with his left hand.

With a slight click, the addict's face was soaked in a lot of cold sweat.

"You fucking."

Click.

A fractured second phalanx completely sealed his mouth.

"What's your problem..."

Knowing that he had encountered a ruthless person, the junkie who didn't want to continue to fracture his face twitched and asked.

"Name."

"Al Mecca."

"Take me to the man who sold you this thing."

Mo Yin let go and threw Almega to the ground, pointing to the used syringe on the ground.

"Hi...you want this, why did you say it earlier, really."

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and lead the way."

Moyin urged indifferently.

"Yes Yes."

Al Mecca got up from the ground, although Moyin broke two fingers, but he was taking medicine after all, his head was still floating, and he could still bear the pain.

Not to mention that if you don't cooperate, you will break more fingers.

Al Mecca turned into a trail with cross-flowing sewage and walked for about 10 minutes. A bar surrounded by a lot of vomit appeared in front of several people.

"It's here, me, can I go?"

Al Mecca pointed to the bar and asked with some fear.

He didn't want to have anything to do with Mo Yin, this guy looked merciful, but his hands were ruthless.

"get out."

Al Mecca turned around and ran away staggeringly, but due to years of use of illegal drugs, his body was too weak, and he accidentally fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while up.

"Tsk."

"Do you want me to help him end his pain? Such a guy is alive... only a sad future."

Mi Zhou asked.

"Forget it, he wants to live, so let him live."

After leaving a word, Moyin avoided the vomit and walked into the bar that smelled of alcohol.

Mi Zhou and the Desert Eagle quickly followed, and Karl followed after hesitation. He had a bad feeling. If possible, he wanted to wait for Moyin and the others outside, but thinking about it carefully, it seemed a bit uninteresting.

As soon as Moyin and the others walked into the bar, there was an obscene whistle. Although both of them were from the airport, they could be said to be perfect beauties in appearance, and the people gathered in this kind of bar were all Immediately, a lot of unruly eyes were locked on the two of the drunken people.

No one took the 700 sniper that Desert Eagle was holding seriously. After all, how could such a cute child be holding a real gun?

"Little sister, how much is it for one night? How about letting me accompany you to make yourself comfortable?"

Holding a half-full wine bottle, the Shamat youth walked towards the Desert Eagle drunkenly.

"It's a vulgar stage, and it's a perfect match with a disgusting bug like you."

As the Desert Eagle spoke, he raised the branded weapon in his hand and pointed it at the head of the Shamate youth, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.