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Chapter 68 The Body of Slaughter

He guessed that the disease should be a congenital disease, which is formed in people born for unknown reasons. He called it the body of killing. Moreover, this body is extremely rare. He read a lot of classics, but there was no record of this disease.

, it is very likely that there is only one case of Mo Donger in history.

Such a disease cannot be cured at all. All we can do is watch Mo Dong'er die step by step. One can imagine Mo Wen's pain.

But what he didn't expect was that the girl named Mo Qingge had the exact same disease as Mo Dong'er - an innate murderous body!

At that moment, he even had a strange feeling that Mo Qingge was his sister Mo Donger, otherwise why would everything be exactly the same.

When he stood up just now, he accidentally discovered that Mo Qingge's hair was covered with a layer of dark red blood light. The light was so faint that it was difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye.

But because Mo Wen was so familiar with that thing, how could he not discover it? That aura and symptoms were absolutely unmistakable.

The body of killing is no different from ordinary people at ordinary times. It will only show its clues one month before the outbreak. Mo Qingge should have reached the time when the killing aura breaks out. It can take as long as a month or as short as a week. The killing power in her body

The anger will completely explode.

If you can't resist, then the only outcome is that the beauty will disappear!

"What's wrong with me?"

Mo Qingge smiled, her voice still indifferent. Except for Mo Wen's mood swings at the moment when she said she was sick, she was as calm as autumn water.

"I'm afraid your murderous body will have an attack soon, aren't you worried?"

Mo Wen took a deep look at Mo Qingge. Her personality was exactly the same as Mo Dong'er's. No matter what time, she was as calm as water, and she never had too many emotions.

Perhaps it corresponds to the saying that the yin and yang are born, and the extremes of things are the opposite. People with a murderous body symbolize the ultimate in killing, violence, destruction, and blood, but their character is as good as water and as immovable as a mountain.

When the murderous spirit does not occur, Mo Donger is indifferent, peaceful and quiet at all times. His purity of soul is so spotless that it is rare in the world.

"How did you know?"

Mo Qingge's voice finally showed some emotion, and for the first time her eyes fell on Mo Wen's face.

"Because I have seen people like you." Mo Wen said softly.

"Is there anyone like me?" Mo Qingge lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before raising her head, "Is there really someone like me in the world?"

"Yes, he is exactly the same as you. He is exactly the same as you in appearance, personality, temperament, and physique."

Mo Wen smiled and kept looking at Mo Qingge's eyes.

He knew that people with the killing body were not born cold, but because of the killing body, their hearts were empty, spotless, and their minds were absolutely firm.

Otherwise, there will be too many distracting thoughts and evil thoughts in the heart, and the emotions will be out of control. Once the murderous body breaks out, it will be impossible to resist the terrible murderous desire.

On the contrary, people with the body of killing usually have a clear heart and are persistent. Once they identify with their friends, they will be very firm.

"You're not talking about me, are you?"

Mo Qingge smiled indifferently. What Mo Wen said was really mysterious. How could she easily believe a person who was exactly the same as her? And everything was the same. I'm afraid cloning couldn't be done.

However, she was still curious about Mo Wen's knowledge of her physique. No one outside should know about her, so how could Mo Wen know?

"Just think of me as telling a story."

Mo Wen smiled and naturally told Mo Qingge the story about him and his sister, telling it in a story-telling tone.

Mo Qingge put down the book and listened quietly, respecting the story Mo Wen told her.

After a long time, Mo Wen finished telling the story. The ending of the story was that his brother still failed to save his sister's life, which brought the story to a tragic end.

"Did the sister in the story die in the end?" Mo Qingge asked softly, lowering her eyes.

"I don't know, maybe alive, maybe dead."

Mo Wen gave a silent, bitter smile. He didn't know the ending of the story. The rest of the story stopped when Mo Wen entered the misty forest.

But the probability of Mo Dong'er surviving was so slim that it was an eternal pain in his heart.

"I will die in the end, just like Mo Dong'er."

Mo Qingge looked at Mo Wen deeply and said that he would die, but he didn't have any emotions. He seemed to have taken life and death lightly for a long time.

"I will try my best to keep you alive." Mo Wen took a deep breath and said with firm eyes: "I will."

"You are good at telling stories, thank you for your stories; I also hope that I can have a brother who loves her as much as Mo Dong'er, but it's a pity that you are not my brother."

Mo Qingge stared at Mo Wen, quietly stood up, picked up the book, and left the reading room.

Mo Wen looked at Mo Qingge's back, his heart filled with speechless emotions, Mo Qingge? Mo Dong'er? Why are there two such similar people in the world?

No matter what, he will never let Mo Qingge die. In that life, he did not defeat the body of killing. In this life, he will continue to fight. No matter how difficult it is, he will not give up.

Walking out of the library, Mo Wen had mixed feelings in his heart. When he met Mo Qingge, he really didn't know if it was a coincidence or some fate.

I don’t know what fate my sister Mo Donger will have in that life.

It was noon now, so Mo Wen walked to the canteen to eat as usual.

However, a cold light came in a flash and went straight to Mo Wen's throat.

At the same time, a figure passed through the woods on one side and quickly disappeared into the woods.

Mo Wen snorted lightly and casually intercepted the cold light, which was a two-inch-long flying knife.

Above the flying knife, there is a piece of paper hanging, which reads: "Friend, let's talk about the woods."

"What kind of ghosts and snakes are there?"

Mo Wen sneered and inserted the flying knife into the big tree nearby, but he didn't pay attention to what the note said and walked to the canteen.

Mo Wen has been a veteran for a long time, so how could he just listen to other people's words? How can a guy who hides his head and shows his tail do anything good?

If he was strong enough, he wouldn't mind following him to see who was trying to figure out who was behind him. But now, he wouldn't put himself under a dangerous wall easily.

Deep in the woods, a young man stood under a big tree with a cold face, his eyes gloomy and cold.

Behind him, there were four people standing, including two middle-aged people and two young people.

They stood quietly in the forest with their hands lowered, like servants.

"Master Su, why bother to deal with a student so much? I can just go and catch him."

A young man took a step forward and took the initiative to ask for help.

"That person is very special. He should also be an ancient warrior, and his cultivation level is not inferior to yours."

Su Boyu glanced at the young man and said with an indifferent expression.


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