Chapter 59 No Need to Endure Anymore

"The one trembling in the corner, come out, don't look, it's you."

Mo Lan's mental power radiates a radius of ten meters with himself as the center, and everything within ten meters is reflected in his mind without missing a single bit.

"Still out? Five, four, three"

"Come out, I'm out, don't, don't."

A warrior came out of the corner tremblingly. Mo Lan could sense the fluctuation of grudge, but he was not sure of his level, only that he was a job changer.

The moment he stood up, the five wind blades were activated directly, but it was different from Al's swarming in the same place.

After precise calculation, Mo Lan released the wind blade technique in five different directions, and the wind blade pierced through the air and crossed five different trajectories.

When the man came out and saw Feng Ren, his eyes widened in despair.

"You don't keep your word!"

As soon as the words fell, he couldn't care about anything, and directly grabbed the dagger hidden behind him and slashed down fiercely.

"I didn't promise you anything either."

Mo Lan shrugged and continued to look at him.

The moment the dagger fell, a black light fell on the dagger, obviously some spell was used.

The dagger that was shining with black light directly cut off the wind blade, and collapsed the entire wind blade in an instant.

Seeing this, Mo Lan was slightly surprised, but continued to watch calmly.

Before the man had time to be happy with the Slashing 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 at all, nor does he need to predict the direction of dodge.

As long as there are enough spell scrolls, it will be fine to cover all the distances he can move within a unit time.

You hide or you don't hide. Does it make a difference?

At least for the little fighters who seem to be only level five at the moment, there is no difference.

Mo Lan looked at the soldier whose right arm and leg were torn, tilted his head and thought for a while, and another wind blade flew by.

"ah!"

Amidst the wailing, the soldier's left hand and left arm were also torn apart, and because of his subconscious dodge, even his stomach was scratched.

"Who made you move around, look, are you injured now?"

Hearing this, the soldier looked at the sky in despair.

"Well, what's your name? What are you doing here? Who sent you here?"

Looking at the soldier who should have been 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 it's a friend? Why didn't you ask before!"

The soldier endured the severe pain and said unwillingly.

Mo Lan said lightly upon hearing the words.

"Sneaking into my house through the window at night, even if it's a friend, kill him first."

"But I didn't enter your house!!"

The soldier said sadly.

"Oh, is it so?"

Mo Lan tilted her head and thought about it.

"It seems to be, then. Sorry."

After apologizing, Mo Lan stabbed his wound with a bamboo pole again.

"What's your name? Who sent you here? What do you want to do here?"

"I was sent by Mr. Yu Jinan Yu. He asked me to protect your safety. If there is anything unsightly, he will be taught a lesson immediately."

The soldier said with a pale face.

"Can you inform Mr. Yu for me that I'm going to die soon."

"Oh, yes, you are going to die, but since you are going to die, why are you so stubborn?"

Mo Lan poked at the wound and said lightly, once he heard what this person said, he knew what Yu Jinan was up to.

It's nothing more than wanting to protect and move him, or simply directing and acting on his own, as a way of showing favor.

"Well, isn't this trick too old? No matter how stupid Yu Jinan is, he can't use this kind of trick in TV dramas, and it doesn't look like Yu Jinan is the kind of brainless person."

Mo Lan pondered for a moment, feeling something was wrong, so she pointed towards the soldier.

"Bear's Tenacity!"

The spell landed on the defenseless warrior, and when the spell kicked in, his muscles were instantly filled with vitality, and a wave of strength gushed out from his body.

If it was normal, this warrior might be pleasantly surprised, because although this power is very violent, it is also very powerful, and it greatly increases power.

But at this moment, there was only despair in his eyes.

Vigorous and violent muscles tore through his wounds, impacting his grudge to seal the wounds, waves of pain from torn muscles and torn skin membranes rushed to his mind like a tidal wave.

"No, no! Ah! Stop! Ahhh!!!"

A howl came out of his mouth, and the blood that had been slowly stagnant on his hands and legs flowed and spurted again.

Active and frantic muscles are constantly squeezing the blood vessels and tearing the wound.

"I have to say that the recovery ability of soldiers is really amazing, but I just don't understand if they can recover now?"

Mo Lan said lightly.

"Tell me your purpose, and I will let you go. I will do what I say, and I will never break my promise. You can rest assured."

"Ah! Ah! Clothes, there is a letter in the middle of the jacket, there is a letter, ah! Let me go, I am going to die!"

Hearing howls, Mo Lan glanced at the house next to the alley.

"Help me, please?"

"good."

After fighting for so long, the man screamed again and again, but there was still no movement in the room next to him, until a voice came from the shadow of the quiet room.

"good."

Scar led people out, one after another, a dozen or so people directly surrounded the alley.

He went alone to find a letter from the howling soldier and handed it to Mo Lan.

Mo Lan took it and opened it, her eyes immediately turned cold, but then she smiled again.

"Al."

Al came out from the shadow of the shop, still holding a handful of spell scrolls.

Looking at the handful of spell scrolls that he grabbed, the corners of Scar's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned his head silently 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 dazed look on his face.

"Sir, I can't read."

Mo Lan's expression froze, and then she spoke softly.

"They want to take you away and use you to threaten me."

Al's eyes fluctuated slightly.

"I would kill myself and not get caught by them."

Hearing this, Mo Lan's breath became stagnant, and she patted Al on the back of the head heavily.

"Don't talk about dying, saving your life is more important than anything else."

"yes."

Al's eyes didn't fluctuate at all.

"Then what do you think we should do in this situation?"

"Kill them until they are afraid, otherwise they will keep bullying you."

Mo Lan nodded.

"Well, alright, what Al said makes sense, but I've already promised that I can't kill him, do you understand?

I can't break my promise. "

Before Mo Lan finished speaking, Al pulled out a scimitar from the waist of the person next to the scar, came to the fallen soldier, raised the scimitar and dropped it!

The soldier's head was broken at the root, and he rolled several times on the ground, his eyes widened, full of despair.

The hot blood splashed on Al's face, making him look a bit hideous.

And the people around him who looked at him felt a little palpitation subconsciously.

"The next time you take other people's things, you need to get their consent.

Return the knife to others, and then wash your face. "

Al walked over to the man.

"Sorry about your knife."

After the man took the knife, he went to the room to wash his face, Mo Lan looked over there and said softly

"That's a good boy."

Scar heard this and smiled.

"It's just a child who sees hope in despair. There are many such people."

After finishing speaking, he paused again.

"Don't be impulsive about today's matter, there are some lines that cannot be stepped on."

"I know that I have always had a good temper, but some people go too far and go too far. There is no need to bear it any longer. They won't be sensible without a little warning."

Mo Lan said lightly with a smile on her face.

"So I need you to do me a favor."

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