"The one trembling in the corner, come out, stop looking, it's you he's talking about."
Mo Lan's mental power radiated within a ten-meter radius with himself as the center, and everything within ten meters was reflected in his mind without missing a single trace.
"Still not coming out? Five, four, three..."
"Come out, I'm out, don't, don't."
A warrior came out of the corner tremblingly. Mo Lan could feel the fluctuations of fighting spirit, but he could not determine his level. He could only confirm that he was a job transferee.
The moment he stood up, the five wind blades were activated directly, but it was different from Al's swarm of swarms in the same place.
After precise calculation, Mo Lan released the wind blade technique in five different directions. The wind blade shot out of the air and traced five different trajectories.
When the man came out and saw Feng Ren, his eyes widened in despair.
"You are not trustworthy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't care about anything and just grabbed the dagger hidden behind him and slashed it down.
"I didn't promise you anything."
Mo Lan shrugged his shoulders and continued to look at him.
The moment the dagger fell, a black light fell on the dagger. It was obvious that some magic was used.
The short sword flashing with black light directly cut off the wind blade, and caused the entire wind blade to collapse in an instant.
Mo Lan saw the slight difference, but continued to watch calmly.
Before the man could feel happy after breaking through the Wind Blade Technique, he felt a sharp pain, and a Wind Blade Technique fell 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 or predict the direction of dodge.
As long as there are enough spell scrolls, it will be enough to cover all the range that he can move within a unit time.
Whether you hide or not hide... does it make any difference?
At least there is no difference to the little warrior who is currently only at level five.
Mo Lan looked at the soldier whose right arm and leg were torn apart, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and then another wind blade flew past.
"ah!"
Amid the wailing, the soldier's left hand and left arm were also torn apart, and because of his subconscious dodge, his stomach was also scratched.
"Who asked you to move around? Look, are you hurt now?"
When the soldier heard this, he looked at the sky in despair.
"Well, what's your name? Why are you here? Who sent you?"
Looking at the soldier who seemed to be unable to move, Mo Lan found a bamboo pole, poked his wound from a distance and asked.
"Why didn't you ask before, what if we were friends? Why didn't you ask before!"
The soldier endured the severe pain and said unwillingly.
Mo Lan said calmly when he heard the words.
"If you sneak into my house through the window at night, I'll kill my friends first."
"But I didn't enter your house!!"
The soldier said sadly and angrily.
"Oh? Really?"
Mo Lan tilted his head and thought about it.
"It seems so, then... I'm 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 do here?"
"I was sent by Mr. Yu Jinan. He asked me to protect your safety. If there is anything wrong with you, teach him a lesson immediately."
The soldier said with a pale face.
"Can you inform Mr. Yu for me that I'm going to die?"
"Oh, yes, you are about to die, but why are you so insistent when you are about to die?"
Mo Lan poked at the wound and said calmly. As soon as he heard what this man said, he knew what Yu Jinan's intention was.
It is nothing more than wanting to protect and impress him, or simply directing and acting in order to show favor to him.
"Well, this trick is too old, isn't it? No matter how stupid Yu Jinan is, he wouldn't be able to use this 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 and felt something was wrong, so he moved towards the warrior.
“Bear toughness!”
The spell fell on the defenseless warrior, and when the spell took effect, his muscles were instantly filled with vitality, and waves of power surged out of his body.
If it were normal, this warrior might be pleasantly surprised, because although this force is very violent, it is also very powerful, and the increase in strength is huge.
But at this moment, there was only despair in his eyes.
Vigorous and violent muscles tore his wounds, attacking his fighting spirit to seal the wounds. Waves of muscle tearing, and the pain of skin tearing hit his mind like a tide.
"No, no! Ah! Stop! Ahhh!!!"
Wails came from his mouth one after another, and the blood that had slowly stopped flowing on his hands and legs began to flow again and spurt out.
The crazy and active muscles are constantly squeezing the blood vessels and tearing the wounds.
"I have to say that the warrior's recovery ability is really amazing. I just don't understand if I can still recover like this?"
Mo Lan said lightly.
"Say your purpose and I'll let you go. I'll do what I say and I'll never break my promise. You can rest assured."
"Ah! Ah! There is a letter in the middle of the clothes, there is a letter, ah! Let me go, I am going to die!"
Hearing the wails, Mo Lan glanced at the house next to the alley.
"Can you please help me?"
"good."
After fighting for so long, the man screamed repeatedly, but there was still no movement in the room next to him, until a man's voice came from the shadow of the quiet room.
"good."
Scar led people out, and one after another, more than a dozen people directly surrounded the alley.
One person went to search the wailing warrior and found a letter and handed it to Mo Lan.
Mo Lan took it and opened it, his eyes immediately turned cold, but then he smiled again.
"Al."
Al walked out of the shadows of the shop, clutching a spell scroll in his hand.
Looking at the handful of spell scrolls, the corners of 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 look of confusion on his face.
"Sir, I can't read."
Mo Lan's face froze, and then he said softly.
"They want to take you away and then use you to threaten me."
Al's eyes fluctuated slightly.
"I will kill myself before they catch me."
Mo Lan's breath froze when he heard this, and he slapped Al hard on the back of the head.
"Don't talk about dying. Saving your life is more important than anything else."
"yes."
There was no movement in Al's eyes.
"Then what do you think we should do when encountering this situation?"
"Kill them until they are afraid, otherwise they will keep bullying you."
Mo Lan nodded.
"Well, okay, what Al said makes sense, but I have already promised that I can't kill him, are you clear?
I can't break my promise."
Before Mo Lan finished speaking, Al pulled out a scimitar from the waist of the person next to Scar, came to the fallen soldier, raised the scimitar... and dropped it!
The soldier's head was broken off at the base and rolled several times on the ground. His eyes were wide open and full of despair.
Hot blood splashed on Al's face, making him look a little ferocious.
And the people around him who were looking at him subconsciously felt a little nervous.
"Next time you take other people's things, you have to ask for their permission.
Return the knife to me, and then go wash your face."
Al walked over to the man.
"Sorry about your knife."
After the man took the knife, he walked to the room to wash his face. Mo Lan looked over and said softly
"This is a good boy."
Scar smiled when he heard this.
"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. There are some lines that you can't step on."
"I know that I have always had a good temper, but some people go too far and push their limits. There is no need to tolerate it anymore. They will not be sensible without a little warning."
Mo Lan said calmly with a smile.
"So I need you to do me a favor with this matter."
