The sky was already dark, and the light shining faintly from the east seemed too bright in this snow-covered world.

There is no road in front of you.

Stopped, unfinished rails and unpaved sleepers were covered in snow, with only a small portion exposed to the ground.

There are no people around, and this is a wasteland, because of the construction of the railway, the original wasteland has been changed beyond recognition.

Mountains have been blown up, trees have been cut down, and sleepers used to build rails are piled up with unpaved rails.

It is estimated that the workers have already gone home for the Chinese New Year, and the project here may have to be postponed until the new year.

"Sense, scatter!"

Spreading his spiritual power and infiltrating this world that was hidden by snow, Mo Xie determined his current location in just a few seconds.

This is already the boundary of Pushi Town, because a few hundred meters in front of him there is a sign that reads "Pumstone Town Townspeople Management Committee Xuan".

The sign was inserted in the snow, and the only words that were exposed on the snow were these.

"The direction is right. ”

Although this place does not seem to exist in his memory, even Mo Ye, who grew up in Pumice Town, does not dare to assert that he has seen the whole picture of Pumice Town.

All he knew about Pumice Town was the orphanage and its surroundings.

Moreover, it has been several years since he left Pushi Town, and the only person he knows in this town is now only Aunt Wang.

Life outside is too hard, and he really doesn't have the face to come back without mixing with people.

It's just that now not only is he not 'mixed up', but even his race has been changed.

After redeeming the 'medium dragon' bloodline, he can no longer be considered a human being, and his chromosome number has a quantitative and qualitative difference from that of a normal human at the genetic level.

He already has forty-nine pairs of chromosomes.

His genetic strands have also been modified, each with small glowing rings attached to it.

Of course, Mo Ye himself still didn't know these things, after all, his perception had not yet reached the realm of complete inner vision. However, it is estimated that even if he knew, he would not be too surprised.

After all...... The experience of strengthening the bloodline is not ordinary......

No matter what the consequences of that experience would have long been in the city's imagination, there is nothing to be surprised about.

Without thinking about why this railway was interrupted here, Mo Xie didn't come back to ask about this, and Mo Ye, who had reconfirmed the direction, headed towards the world behind the sign.

"Sa!"

This world wrapped in snow is so quiet and beautiful, and Mo Xian, who stands in such a world, suddenly starts to play.

Giving up and continuing to use his telekinesis to hurry, Mo Xie relied on his own feet to run on the snow.

The body is like the wind, and the snow under his feet is flying.

During the run, Mo Ye gradually mastered the body of light skills, so he ran faster and faster, and in the end, it was like a snow dragon flying in the flat ground.

Relying on the protection of physical fitness and mental power, Mo Xie forcibly imitated the light martial arts recorded in the "Holy Spirit Sword Spectrum".

But it's just 'imitation', as always'.

Under the premise of not being lucky and not using the sword qi in the dantian, whether it is Mo Ye's light skills or swordsmanship, they are just things that have nothing to do.

To put it bluntly, it's just a showcase.

But this fancy frame is really good-looking and bluffing.

Isn't it true that people are looking good now?

……

Following the signs from the broken tracks, Mo Xie ran for an hour and a half before he saw the human population - or the man-made structure.

It can be seen that his 'light skills' are indeed a stroke of water, and he can only fly to this extent without relying on telekinesis. From the perspective of 'light power' alone, it is not only Dugu Ming's loser, but also stronger than Mo Xie.

"Well, it doesn't seem to have changed much. ”

From afar, you can see the landmark building of Pushi Town-the obelisk built at the entrance of the town in imitation of a certain country.

The fast stone was originally a long stone blown out by the people of the town when they built the road and blew up the mountain to take the stone, and it was not used to build the road at that time, so it was erected at the entrance of the town after rough processing.

The word "pumice stone town" was engraved on this obelisk, the word was personally mentioned by the old mayor, and it looks very powerful, but due to the problem of stone and years of wind and rain, the word "pumice stone town" has been somewhat cracked.

For those who live in Pumice Town, the sight of the obelisk is the sight of their own home.

"I'm back. ”

Exhale softly and greet the town that is still sleeping.

The morning sun had just risen, and the excessively red fireball happened to be behind Mo Ye.

His shadow was stretched to the foot of Pumice Town, melting into the shadow cast by the obelisk.

When the sun pulls a shadow of the same length from another diametrically opposed position, it is time for the homecoming traveler to leave.

It's really a short homecoming......

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Today's self is only a little stronger than yesterday's self.

After practicing for most of the night, Lan Xin found that the growth rate of his spiritual power was still only a little bit.

She still couldn't deliver the eleventh blow that knocked out the villain last night.

All she could do now was not lose her strength immediately after the tenth blow.

But this progress is already very gratifying, because she couldn't even fire a blow a month ago.

I returned the room at the front desk of the hotel, and the number on the fake ID card was real, but even Lan Xin didn't know who this number belonged to.

She didn't need to figure out this kind of thing, this ID card was one of many left behind by her two dead brothers, and things on the road often required some false identity.

At this time, Lan Xin had an extra pair of toad glasses on her face, and the inky black lenses made her whole person look quite a bit of the temperament of killing Matt's nobles - to put it bluntly, she was a little sister.

The waiter at the front desk of the hotel, with years of experience, automatically ignored the photo on the ID card that did not match him at all.

"No need to look for it. ”

Pushing away the few banknotes that were recovered, Mo Xie didn't leave any less money for Lan Xin, anyway, under the exchange mechanism of the Holy Scripture, the most worthless thing was the banknotes.

Turning to leave, he secretly reconfirmed the location of the flying knives hidden on his body and the number of flying knives, Lan Xin had already calculated how to leave the city.