The return is like an arrow, and all the scenery encountered on the way home is just a foil to this homecoming.

The night wind is blowing, and in front of you is a town with few lights.

Pumice Town.

"I'm back. ”

As early as more than a thousand meters away from the destination, Mo Ye quietly landed on the ground, along the way, he had shot down more than ten fighters, whether the other party was really coming at him or just passing by, as long as it fell within his perception range and carried a weapon, it was his target.

Running all the way, fighting all the way.

The clothes he had just changed into in the morning had become pitted, and his hair was even more disheveled, like a beggar.

But his eyes were blazing, staring at the distant lights in the night when the stars were unknown and the moon had not yet appeared, and his fists were clenched.

"I'm back. ”

He said it again, as if to himself, as if he were making a declaration to some being.

"Sa-"

Mo Ye was running, he had not systematically learned light skills, he had always relied on telekinesis to assist his body and movement, but this time he did not use the slightest telekinesis.

"Pass, pass, pass!"

His legs slashed the earth with great force, and deep footprints were carved one after another, telling the anger that had grown in Mo Xie's heart for a long time.

There seems to be a reason for this anger.

He should be angry when he is hunted down and calculated in heaven and earth like a lost dog.

Facing the face of a high-ranking cultivator, he should be angry.

Knowing that his father was a meat-soaked wine monk, he guessed that his mother should be a dusty woman, and he should be angry.

He narrowly escaped death in the mission world, and when he returned to reality, he found that his situation was not much better, and he should still be angry.

This anger seems to be unprovoked.

Even if a person is born in a pile of jewelry, he is just a 'person', and in the same way, even if a person is born in a garbage heap, he is still a 'person'.

Worrying about your background is just wasting your time.

was hunted down, calculated, and forced to run around the world like a lost dog, and it was rare to sleep peacefully, in the final analysis, because his strength was too weak.

The strong live, and the weak die. The rules of survival in this world have never changed, but with the changes of the times, everyone has learned to be subtle.

All the worldly definition of sin is not sin, but weakness is.

Weakness is the original sin.

Mo Xie has experienced a lot of mission worlds, but he is still a weak person who is chased all over the world by cultivators, what is weak is not his strength at the moment, what is weak is his heart.

He doesn't have a heart that pursues the strong, the heart of the strong.

Weakness is the original sin, and not striving for progress is a capital sin.

There is no blame for this anger.

Anger is nameless.

"Sa-!"

Mo Ye ran very fast, his physical fitness had already exceeded the limit of human beings, and more than a thousand meters could be completed in minutes for him.

As soon as I stepped into the town of Pumice, I was greeted by the smell of corruption, which originated in a row of flooded buildings, a street where stories had happened.

The story here is destined not to reach the outside world, and even if it does, it will not be known to Mo Xie.

Pumice Stone Town is no longer what it was when Mo Xie left.

Mo Xie didn't pay attention to this breath, and he went straight to the orphanage.

“……”

Under the night sky, the former orphanage, now the ruins, Mo Ye stood on the rubble, his eyes became very cold.

He looked at the empty dismantling machines around the orphanage, and his spiritual power spread out like a tide.

"Who did it?"

The answer to this question is obvious: there is only one orphanage that can mobilize these machines and dismantle the orphanage that is nominally a social welfare facility.

What Mo Xie was looking for was not this answer, what he wanted to know was where the children in the orphanage were now, where Xiaomei was, and where Aunt Wang was.

Soon, Mo Xie got the answer.

"Aunt Wang!"

A cry of sorrow resounded throughout Pumice Town.

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The white clouds and mist illuminate the upper part of the mountain with light coming from it, and here, there is a bit of a 'paradise' view.

However, the people who come here at this moment do not feel the slightest peace and tranquility that belongs to heaven.

There's nothing but slaughter and madness.

Slaughter is the keynote of tonight.

The pavilion on the hill was gone, it was a piece of rubble, black and white chess pieces were scattered among the grass and trees, and a clear and huge palm print was imprinted on the old site of the pavilion, three feet to the ground.

"Where's Mo Xie's head?"

Zhou Xinyan, full of yellow hair, bearded halberd, and his state of mind after breaking through the realm has long been destroyed.

He didn't take advantage of the fight with Black Spring, and even if the other party didn't have concerns, he would have to pay a certain price to get away.

"Why?!"

Zhou Xinyan didn't understand, why he had obviously broken through to the peak of the late stage of Jindan, but he couldn't even take a little-known little person, and he couldn't even kill Heiquan, a demon demon who could reach the late stage of Jindan?

On the realm of cultivation, he pressed the black spring.

On the magic weapon and trick, the Zhou family is rich and rich.

What's more, he had all the information about Heiquan early on, and with the Zhou family's intelligence network, Heiquan's attack pattern could be said to be clear.

The battle of knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, but the results were extremely unsatisfactory.

Zhou Xinyan didn't understand why.

The reason is simple: the flowers that grow in the greenhouse are naturally more resilient than the wildflowers in the outdoors.

Zhou Xinyan is in a high position, and there are very few opportunities for him to make a personal move, and Black Spring?

Black Springs is an existence that begs for a living on the tip of a knife.

What about hierarchical suppression?

What about the equipment lead?

The gap between the great god and the average player is not so easy to flatten!

Zhou Xinyan didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand, he felt that Heiquan must have some means to hide, or that Heiquan had hidden his strength at all.

In the face of defeat, portraying the other person as strong can really make you look more decent.

In the face of defeat, smashing something to vent can really make you feel better.

Holding accountable losers who have also lost in the face of defeat can really make one's status seem higher.

So, after getting the news that Zhou Ba and his entourage's trip to the Western Capital failed, Zhou Xinyan issued an urgent call without even thinking about it.

"Where's Mo Xie's head?"

He looked at the people kneeling down in front of him, and there was a hint of incomprehension in his eyes.

It seems to be annoyed, it seems to be cold, and it seems to be happy.