Mo Xie is no longer a good person.

No matter what kind of situation and purpose he created the personality of 'Linming', he can't be linked to the word 'good person'.

Pure white paper cannot be stained by itself.

Directly or indirectly, in the mission world or in reality, the number of people who died at the hands of Mo Xie or Lin Ming is probably more than three digits.

In order to survive in the mission world, even Mo Xie didn't dare to say that he had never killed someone he shouldn't have killed.

He had killed, and more than one or two.

Not to mention Lin Ming, his way of killing people is more efficient and purposeful.

It's just that if he had a choice, Mo Xie still didn't want to see blood.

So in the face of the arrest of the police, he chose to escape.

simply ran away, not even a meaningful confrontation.

There were still snowflakes in the sky, and even Mo Ye had to wrap up a few clothes in such weather.

"Looks like I'm really messing with a bad guy......"

Mo Ye was by no means a stupid person, he had already guessed the cause and effect of the whole thing.

But what can he do?

The other party is definitely not something that can be challenged at his level, and if he runs back because he thinks he is angry for a while, he will only end up in defeat.

Let's run away.

Run away like you did last night.

What a lost dog.

It's just that Mo Xie is really willing to keep running away like this?

I'm afraid his identity has been revealed.

How long can he escape?

Mo Ye, who was flying, suddenly regretted that he took out his ID card last night.

Mo Ye, who was in full swing, slipped away before the police's air power arrived, and he didn't worry about being discovered by passers-by below by adjusting his flight altitude enough to touch the clouds.

There are a lot of high-rise buildings in the center of this city, which has a bit of New York flavor, and Mo Xie casually found a roof to complete the fall.

The perception had already unfolded beforehand, and no one had discovered the man who had fallen from the sky.

Following the lightning rod built high to find a passage down from the top floor, Mo Xie raised his collar to cover half of his face.

At this time, you don't need to ask to know how much masks and props are sold for in the Holy Scriptures, and the current situation is by no means a mask that can be solved.

"Hey, what's going on, do you need to fix it?"

Coming down from the top floor, Mo Xie was very unlucky to meet a man in blue overalls, the other party had a simple face, and Mo Xie knew his identity from the label on his chest.

This is a maintenance worker, a staff member of a specialized maintenance company, whose job should be to provide maintenance services for various high-rise buildings.

"Well, the rubber of some wires is damaged, and the copper cores inside are exposed, you can take a look. ”

Mo Xie estimated that he was already wanted by the whole country, after all, judging from the kind of police force (or firepower) in the morning, his crime is estimated to be not small, and the person who wants to catch him is definitely very powerful.

However, those things had no effect on Mo Ye to fool an honest man at this time, and even he had the foresight to use his telekinesis and perception to break the honest man's mobile phone board through the other party's clothes.

In this way, even if the hapless maintenance worker remembers something afterwards, there is no way to call the police in the first place.

It's so witty.

After going through so many things, Mo Ye's psychological essence and evolution ability are by no means boastful.

"Oh!

The maintenance worker hurriedly rubbed shoulders with Mo Ye, and he went straight to the top of the building.

In a big city, everyone is very busy.

"Shhhhh......h

Then go down, pulling your collar up a bit.

"Listen, if you strengthen the dragon bloodline now, it will bring about a change in appearance!" Seeing that Mo Xie was in a predicament, the Holy Book raised the price of the human skin mask in the huàn list to a Cheng Dù who Mo Xie would rather cover his face with a collar, and sold the bloodline to Mo Xie.

Profiteers......

Mo Xie suddenly suspected the intention of the Lone Lantern Daoist when he sold the Holy Book to him.

Spend money to buy a pit......

It doesn't get much more realistic than this!

"No...... I don't need ...... just yet."

Mo Xie glanced at the elevator in front of him, and then glanced at the fire staircase in the distance and the entire floor that was deserted at this time, and he made a decision in an instant.

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"Drop Zero!"

The weird boot ringtone is exclusive to Lan Xin, although she is an out-and-out minor in terms of appearance and actual age, but she already has her own mobile phone.

And it looks like a good style - at least it's much better than Mo Xie's classic machine.

"Oh......"

The phone, which was turned on regularly, also served as Lan Xin's alarm clock, and the girl woke up from such a cold winter morning with sleepy eyes that people couldn't help but want to persuade her to sleep a little longer.

It's just that this girl already has a good routine and rest, and she doesn't need too much sleep because she has been tapped with mental talent.

Sitting up from the bed, the girl was wearing pink pajamas.

It suits her color very well.

Rubbing her eyes, the first thing Lan Xin did next was not to get up to wash but to meditate.

This kid seems to want to get stronger all the time.

Do you want to kill the enemy who gets along day and night as soon as possible?

However, this meditation will not last long, after all, her mental power is in a full state.

The meditation ends after five minutes.

"Master Mo Xie!"

The girl called out loudly, usually at this time Mo Xie should be in his room, waking up from the night like her.

It's six o'clock, no more, no less.

It's just that the call went unanswered.

Very unusual.

And it was only at this time that the girl found that the indicator light of her mobile phone was flashing.

There are text messages.

"Lan Xin, Lin Ming is in trouble again, a big disaster. I haven't been able to come back lately, and I have some money in the bedside table in my room for you to use first. ”

After pressing the screen, Lan Xin got a message, signed by Mo Ye.

Throwing the phone on the bed, Lan Xin lay down weakly.

"Am I abandoned again?"

Lan Xin thought weakly.

Her eyes were hollow, and she didn't even pull back the quilt when she was lying on her back on the bed.

She just stared blankly at the ceiling.

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