There is not only one color of the flame, but only the outer flame.

"Wow~!"

Using a windproof lighter to ignite the strangely colored solid gasoline in front of him, the flame Mo Ye saw was blue.

Blue, like a whirlwind, still stirred in the cold night of the snowfield.

Following the path of Mo Xie all the way, the flames spread rapidly, and everything that could be burned was included in the bag.

The camp was on fire, and in less than a minute half of the camp was in flames.

"It's over......"

When the people who ran out of the camp looked back, they saw such a scene, their faces illuminated by the fire, and their eyes were as hollow as rotten dead wood.

"Dog_mother_ raised grandchildren! Run whatever you want! Give Lao Tzu back to rescue supplies!" As the head of the camp, Morgan would never accept the fact that he had encountered such a major accident from his first day in office.

He tried to convince himself that nothing was so bad, or that it wouldn't spread much faster in the cold, but in fact he couldn't see a tent that wasn't wrapped in flames at this moment.

"Oh my God......"

He couldn't say a word of cruelty now, and he didn't know who to say those cruel words to, and who was the culprit of tonight's accident.

Is it Mo Xie?

He had in his mind the figure of the man they had grabbed and tied to the cross, and perhaps he should have seen that there was anger in the man's eyes that could ignite the entire camp.

"What are you doing in a daze?!Are you deaf?!"

Raising the shotgun in his hand that never left him even when he was asleep, Morgan shot it into the sky.

However, no one obeyed his orders and rushed into the flames.

The white people spared their lives, and as the upper class, they naturally would not rush first, but the yellow-skinned people, who had always been obedient, stood in place one by one as if they had not heard Morgan's orders.

"Let's go, let's all disperse. ”

I don't know who said such a thing first, what he said Morgan didn't understand, it should be a grassland dialect, and it was like a horse on the prairie snorting in a pause.

This is followed by various versions of "Let's Disperse".

At this moment, Morgan couldn't believe his ears, let alone his eyes.

For he saw the yellow people who had been in the camp for a long time, giving up their countrymen, with their backs to the camp and scattering into the depths of the empty snowfield.

How easily did these people choose to leave after surviving in the camp, and even paying so much to survive in the camp?!

Are you kidding?!

Morgan felt like he was dreaming.

However, the heat from the direction of the camp and the scorching stench of burning tents told him that this was not a dream.

"Come back, come back to me!Sons of the beach!Shall I let you go?!"

Like a furry cat, Morgan shot a refugee in the back on the spot.

The man who was shot fell in response, but no one turned back.

"The camp is ruined, and it is only a matter of time before we die in the extreme cold of the snowfields and under the swords and guns of our kind. ”

These people silently illustrated such words to Morgan with their backs.

"Bang bang bang!"

Morgan pulled out the revolver on his waist and fired three shots in succession, and two more figures fell in the crowd, but still no one wanted to turn back.

Morgan hit a big nail on his first day in office, how can he restrain himself from getting angry in this situation?!

"Okay!" put away his gun, Morgan knew better than anyone how many bullets he had, "Brothers, kill all these traitors!"

He drew the knife from his waist and shouted a high-sounding slogan.

"Follow me!"

A white man responded to Morgan's call, followed by a second person, and at the critical moment, it was really his own family that could be relied on.

A group of armed whites were about to slaughter the unarmed yellow race in a horrific scene that had not happened since the end of a war.

Perhaps these white people have regained the spirit of the past.

The remnants of the 'Sanguang Spirit' across the ocean were finally taken as dogma by these foreign devils.

At this moment, everyone turned their backs to the fire, so no one saw a strange scene in the fire:

A black shadow rose from the fire, soaring like a bird.

"Boom!"

If it weren't for the obvious movement of this figure when it landed, it is estimated that Morgan would not have noticed that there was an extra person behind him.

"Who?!"

Morgan, who was in command position, stood behind everyone else, and he turned around with his long knife.

Then he saw a scene that he will never forget......

A man stood behind him, with a cold smile on his face, his right arm exposed, which for some reason was red like a red-burned bar.

"It's you!"

Morgan recognized the man's face, but he couldn't say a word more.

As his throat was choked by the reddened arm, the deadly heat preceded physical suffocation and robbed him of all consciousness.

The long knife landed on the ground with a slight clatter.

The man's death went unnoticed, and the noise in the fire and the shouts of the crowd easily drowned out all the movements of the man before he died.

"Phew!"

With a stab on the ground, the man who jumped out of the fire tossed Morgan's body aside as if he were discarding garbage.

"Roar!"

With a long roar in the sky, he slammed his red arm to the ground, and this punch actually tore a deep furrow in the snow.

The chaotic crowd fell silent for a moment, and they turned their heads to look at the man who was making a loud noise.

They recognized him as the man who had been tied up on the cross for a day.

"Is it all quiet?"

Under the silence of the room, Mo Ye spoke, and he moved his right arm, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Now, before I even want to kill you all...... Mo Ye's eyes were cold, "Get out!"

Having absorbed enough power from the flames through the Qilin Arm, it was no joke for Mo Xie to say such a thing now.

It's just that the white people present with knives don't think so.

"Shao Te, pretend to be forced in front of labor and management, yellow-skinned monkey!"

A white man picked up the shotgun in his hand and shot at Mo Ye, they knew Mo Ye's hand-to-hand combat ability, and it was convenient to use bullets to deal with such a 'kung fu master'.

However......

"Nail!"

In the face of the flying bullets, Mo Ye just turned sideways and used his right arm to meet it at the same time.

The bullet hit the unicorn's arm, making a sound similar to that of metal colliding.

To be honest, if you don't engage in black technology and don't add some materials, the bullets from the shotgun want to break the defense of the unicorn arm?!

"Look for death!"

As soon as Mo Xie's figure moved, he rushed to the white man who dared to shoot with one arrow step, and he held the barrel of the shotgun in the opponent's hand with his right hand.

"Click!"

Very easily, Mo Xie snatched the gun from the white man's hand, and only relied on the grip of his right hand to pinch the barrel out of shape.

This power is inhuman, it is a gift from the unicorn.

"Ahh

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone on the side, and immediately triggered a series of exclamations.

"Mutants!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

It's like seeing the most terrifying thing in the world, and at this moment, both yellow and white people are trying to escape.

They panicked, just trying to get away from Mo Ye as quickly as possible.

"Mutants......?"

Mo Xie heard the word very clearly.

"Looks like I've been transported to the world of X-Men?"

One question in my mind was solved, but a second one followed.

"Looking at the situation, what time period is this X-Men?"

The snow field is vast and isolated from the world, and Mo Xie doesn't know what the outside world is like, nor does he know what his main mission is this time.

Instinctively, Mo Xie felt that if he wanted to figure out the main quest this time, he had to get back the younger brother of the target of the top bag this time.