Mo Mingyu has seen many big scenes, and even seen many big people, but she has never been as excited as she is now.

"According to this direction of research, I am afraid that there is hope that a new generation of psionic pistols will be completed in three years, perhaps even sooner. ”

Although she was thinking, thinking about something else in her mind, her hands did not slow down at all, and she wrote down a bunch of numbers and formulas on the paper.

It's just that, to a certain extent, she paused, her face was full of redness, and she couldn't count it.

"The direction is correct, but it's too vague, is this guy doing it on purpose, or does he know it himself. ”

She doesn't know who the other party is, but most of the people who have beautiful words are not bad people.

What's more, ordinary monks who fight and kill do not have time to study these complex issues.

"Let me ask you, how did Luo Xinggang drop from 1,000 degrees Celsius to absolute zero in one second?"

"Also, the kind of forging technique you are talking about is like holding a hammer and saying that it is going to open the mountain, which I think is a bit too whimsical. ”

“……”

"If you can answer my questions above, I will send your greetings to the original author of this book. ”

"Another point, I am not a decadent person, I am an angel who is cheerful and cheerful and brighter than the sun. ”

Mo Yingyu said in her heart, although the person who left the words, although the handwriting could not distinguish between men and women, it could be seen from the tone between the lines that it was definitely a man, so she didn't want to tell the other party her gender.

Two hours old, Mo Mingyu stretched her waist, only the moon in the sky, at this time can see the girl's graceful posture and somewhat lazy face.

She is not as gentle and cute as on TV, in fact, people who can carry regular military training will not be so simple.

"Who the hell are you? You shouldn't be an old man, an old man is not usually so arrogant, he wants to pretend to be young. ”

"It's just, such an important thing, this guy actually wrote it here casually to tell me......"

Mo Mingyu felt a little incredible, if this research was really successful and achieved mass production, then ordinary people would be able to kill a monk.

Of course, for the military district, their purpose is more on the monster side.

Mo Mingying leaned against the window, in the faint night, she was dressed in a military uniform, and she had a completely different temperament from what she usually did on TV.

There is a moon tonight, but the moon is on earth, and the moon in heaven is eclipsed.

Looking at the moon, Mo Mingyu suddenly felt a little irritable, this inexplicable emotion did not suddenly appear today, but in her long life, she had encountered it many times.

Her memory was not there until she was ten years old.

She asked the military god about this, but the military god only said that she was picked up unconscious on the side of the road.

Mo Mingyu didn't know where her home was, and she didn't know who she knew, but when she woke up, she only remembered her name.

Of course, there is also an inexplicable urge - to dye your hair purple.

She always felt that she was waiting for someone, for no reason, she wanted to stand in a high place, she wanted to appear in the eyes of everyone, so she resolutely became a big star.

Just so that the person can see himself, find himself.

It's a pity that after so many years, there is still no news.

Maybe it's the moon tonight, maybe it's the beautiful words on that piece of paper, or maybe it's a new discovery that evokes the confusion and sorrow hidden in my heart.

"Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you?"

Downstairs, a young monk walked towards the library with sleepy eyes, subconsciously looked up at the high place, and suddenly felt that there was a purple moon above, and under the purple moonlight, there was a fairy who was bowing her head and thinking.

The young monk was startled, and his uncontrollable heartbeat made him sober up instantly, but when he looked again, there was no trace of the other party.

He couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

……

Lu Feng didn't go to the library the next day, not even the next day, but for a whole week.

Not only that, he didn't even go to the self-cultivation hall, and all the training plans were thrown to Caitou and a few assistant coaches.

It's not that he is irresponsible, but that he suddenly had an epiphany and gained something, especially his understanding of the pig killing knife method.

"Brother Da Niu said that he can only use one marksmanship, and that is stabbing. ”

"Killing pigs knife method, a total of eight styles, but I was stuck in the first style, these days, I think about it, only to find that the method is wrong. ”

"Although it's an eight-style, but I'm too rigid about following the rules, since it's a knife technique to kill, then there are no rules, who said you must practice from scratch. ”

"Why don't you think of the Eight Styles as a whole? ”

"Chop the pig's head, cut the throat, break the abdomen, draw blood, remove the bones, pluck the heart, take the marrow, peel the skin!"

This knife method is originally a knife method of killing, which is extremely bloody, killing people like killing pigs.

The significance of the Yongzi Eight Methods lies in the fact that a "Yong" contains all the strokes of the Chinese language, and he uses the Yongzi Eight Methods to see the pig killing knife method, and naturally sees a higher level.

During this week, Lu Feng had been in retreat in a secret room, and no one had seen him at all except Chen Manman.

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