That night, as usual, he went to Uncle Tai's place for dinner. Mo Wu saw the rich young master Mo Zhang and his bodyguard as Mo Hui said.

Mo Zhang is about 1.75 meters tall. Unlike Mo Heng, who is full of famous brands, Mo Zhang seems to have an innate noble spirit. He is wearing a pair of frameless glasses, white and clean, and elegant.

Feeling the look of Mo Jae looking at him, Mo Zhang gave him a warm and gentle smile and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I am Mo Zhang."

"Mo Wu."

Mo Hui smiled at Mo Zhang with a familiar look again, "Look, I'm right. Mo Yu is a person who absolutely believes that silence is gold and implements it to the end. Try not to chat with him if you have nothing to do, and delay others saving money."

Perhaps in order to attract other people's attention, he always uses his hands to pat others or touch the other person's body with his elbow.

But the next moment Mo Hui felt a flash in front of her eyes, and she staggered and fell two steps away, almost falling on the dining table that was specially designed for several young masters Mo to meet.

Uncle Tai brought a plate of braised peanuts and was walking out of the kitchen. He turned a blind eye to everything in front of him. He just said slowly when he turned around and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes: "If you break something, remember to pay for it. If you can't afford it, you will pay for your life."

Mo Yan was still sitting in his position in silence, but the shock in his heart was beyond replenishment.

Since he was kidnapped by He Weinong's livestock and was a bloody woman's clothing, in just a few days, his original ordinary life of eating and death has turned into pots of blood after pots of blood. There is no bloodyest, but even more bloody.

In just a few days, Spider-Man, Uncle Tai, and the short bodyguard beside Mo Zhang. Speaking of which, these masters who are hard to see like Long Wu have become as rare as cabbage in his current bloody life?

At such a close distance, Mo Jae didn't understand why the short man and Mo Zhang suddenly changed positions. He only knew that the short man threw Mo Ku out like a ball of cotton. Not to mention smashing things, even Mo Ku was thrown out without any harm.

The same shot was witnessed once two days ago.

The difference is that Uncle Tai tried his best to throw the man to the ground to hurt people, but the short man's intention was to throw the person close to Mo Zhang out without hurting people.

One of the two men is in a twilight year but there is a thunderous momentum, while the other is a quadruple-touching move.

Mo Yan is a completely amateur and doesn't understand who is better. It's just a sudden perception that makes his heart heavy as if it's lead is falling.

These people who suddenly gathered in Gaojiafen Village, including the slightly arrogant Mo Heng and the chatterbox Mo Ku, were almost every one of them except him.

No, he is extraordinary.

Extraordinary waste.

Generally speaking, when facing a powerful enemy surrounded by enemies, as the protagonist who is loved by God, shouldn’t there be a golden finger?

"Ding! The kidnapping was successful!"

A female voice suddenly rang in Mo's ears.

"Uh...it's the binding was successful!"

The slightly hoarse female voice corrected.

Mo Yan's heart was like ten thousand shrimps crawling past, but there was no clue on his face.

There is nothing to scare me.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful for his facial paralysis attribute of Mount Tai collapsed before his face.

Until the meal, no one could see that Mo Zhang and his bodyguard Qiu Xinmo were officially notified by Uncle Tai, no one could see that Mo Jian was in the slightest strangeness.

Except for absent-mindedly walking to the door and almost falling down, Mo Yan did not show any signs that did not conform to his usual personality throughout the whole process. It was impossible to see that this wasteful man had successfully opened the back door of the new world.

Yes, it's the back door.

A system that can even say the most important appearance lines wrong will definitely not open the door to the new world.

Mo was speechless about his sudden appearance of the system that manually reduced his self-improvement as soon as he appeared.

Perhaps this is what is called a lame donkey with a broken car, and Wu Dalang raises night owls - who plays with any birds, so if you have a system to accompany him, you should be grateful. How can you still be qualified to be picky?

But then again, Mo Xian was excited and always felt something was wrong. He responded to Uncle Tai and the others expressionlessly while distracting himself from thinking. Until he returned to his coffin room, he didn't figure out what made him feel something was wrong.

No matter what, Mo Yan's heart finally settled a little, and his golden finger finally arrived.

He said that there must be something abnormal in stewing soup with blood. Sure enough, after a series of thunders in his ordinary life, the opportunity that belongs to him came.

Inserting the door bolt, he climbed onto the bed and sat upright, quietly waiting for the system to load various programs and the resulting series of discomforts and even the pain of the brain bursting.

All the gifts of fate are secretly bidding for the price, and there is no free lunch in the world.

He understands everything!

Mo even prepared to face the various troubles that followed, the dangers, the corresponding punishments brought by failing to complete the system tasks, and... a particularly unreliable stupid system.

However, it did not.

There is nothing.

The whole room was quiet, and Mo Yan sat blankly on the bed as if he had turned on the sage time.

Time passed by minute by minute, without system loading, no discomfort, no posting tasks, no statistical information, no novices' gift package, no lottery, and no high-end light brain in science fiction movies to exhale.

Could it be that he had delusion again?

How can there be so many miracles in this world?

Mo Yan suppressed the disappointment in his heart and slowly opened his eyes. Everything was as old as before, and it was indeed the dark and cold coffin room.

He felt that he might have had auditory hallucinations again, just like the two screams that had appeared in the home in Nanli City.

Mo Yan's cheek twitched, and a strange bitter smile appeared, as if the scream was coming from the same person as the "Ding, the kidnapping was successful" just now. Haha, does auditory hallucination have sequels?

The body, which was already weakening, has now begun to frequently appear fragments and auditory hallucinations. Mo Yan is not sure whether he can meet his parents for the last time before he dies.

"I thought I had already started the invincible waste stream, and I have beaten the tall, rich and handsome guys, and successfully counterattacked my life! I still thought too much."

In extreme disappointment, he was taciturn and spoke little, and could not help but shake his head and sigh and talk to himself.

"You didn't think too much, you could even think about it."

The female voice suddenly appeared again, as friendly as the brainwashing lecturer who cheated people and joined the team of friends to cheat their relatives and friends.

The sound seemed to be sounding in Mo's mind, and it was infinitely close to him, as if another self was talking to him.

Mo Jae's originally disappointed expression showed a crack.

It seems that it was not an illusion before, but I was really inexplicably awakened and had a system.

But...why does this system feel more and more unreliable?

The sound of the system is not like the sci-fi, cold, mechanical synthesized sounds that belong to the system in the legend, but is a female voice that sounds a little dumb.
Chapter completed!