Never underestimate the wisdom and patience of the Orientals, perhaps they are inferior to the blacks in terms of endurance and the whites in terms of muscle, but if you want to talk about forbearance, the most famous people in the world for thousands of years have come from this group.

Saltpeter, charcoal, bits and pieces of phosphorus, and a few miscellaneous things, anyone who knows chemistry knows what this means.

The most inferior and the most basic **, the prepared gunpowder is a little weak when used to make firecrackers.

However, it would take a lot of effort to collect such materials, and in this snowy field, saltpeter is as rare as gold.

Only the young man himself knows how much effort he has put into it for tonight.

"Yo, come, lick this, it must be the taste you like. ”

The thin young man held the iron chisel, and the oily and swaying flesh on the iron chisel exuded an indescribable stench, and green smoke continued to emanate from the meat.

Mo Xie raised his head, he knew that it was time to perform the main show.

"Humph!"

Snorted very hard, Mo Ye turned his head in disgust.

"Get out!"

He whispered to the young man, like a tiger that would not lose its majesty even if he bent over the cage.

It's just that Mo Ye's attitude didn't affect the actions of the young people next, and even attracted the sneers of the guards sitting around the fire.

"I can't see it, it's all come to this point and you're still so tough! Xiaohu, take good care of this 'hero'!"

A white man by the fire spoke strangely, whistling loudly, like a spectator in a bar watching some kind of dance performance.

There were whistles and coaxing all over the place, and the group of people couldn't wait to see Mo Ye's expression when he was forced to swallow this piece of stinky meat.

But......

"Phew!"

The heat emitted by the flesh on the iron drill had almost hit Mo Ye's nose, and at this time, the resistance from Mo Ye also came as expected.

He slammed a slap into the young man's face, and the young man who couldn't dodge was directly made wolf-faced.

"Yo hey, toast and don't eat and drink!"

The young man who was spit on his face wiped it on his face casually, and then picked up the iron drill and hit Mo Ye on his face.

However, perhaps the snow on the ground was too slippery, or perhaps it was a moment of carelessness, and the young man's feet slipped a little.

He fell, and the iron hammer in his hand penetrated the stinky flesh with the force of this fall, and impartially inserted it into the gap in the rope that bound Mo Xie's right arm.

"Oops!"

The young man cried out in pain, looking as thin as he had just been hurt by the fall.

His cry of pain drew the attention of the crowd, followed by ridicule.

"Hahaha! Yellow-skinned monkey can't even do the job of feeding!" shouted the white man sitting around the campfire.

However, no one got up from the campfire, they just laughed at what had just happened.

"Bear with me. ”

The young man who fell to the ground lowered his voice amid the laughter of the crowd, he pretended to be stiff, and when he got up again, he already had curses in his mouth.

Hiding the red-hot iron chisel head under the stinky flesh was the most unremarkable means he could think of to rescue Mo Ye, after all, there were so many people watching, it was impossible for him to untie the ropes on Mo Ye's body openly, right?

The red-hot iron drill is enough to burn the rope, but at the same time it also burns the skin it touches, which causes great pain.

The young man looked at Mo Ye, his heart full of worry.

"You have to hold back!"

He encouraged Mo Ye with his eyes, for fear that Mo Ye couldn't help but be in pain and screamed.

However, under his gaze, Mo Ye didn't even frown.

"Good man!"

This kind of will to treat pain as nothing made the young man can't help but admire, but he didn't know that if he had just chosen Mo Ye's left arm, Mo Ye might not be able to be so calm now.

Mo Xie's right arm is a unicorn arm......

"Energy storage pipeline!

Feeling the hot spot on his right arm, Mo Xie used his racial ability with all his might, and continued to store the heat on the iron drill into the pipe.

How much heat can you have on just an iron chisel?

According to Mo Xie's estimation, with this amount of energy, it is already the limit to be able to maintain his high-speed movement for a second or two.

"Whew!"

The rope had already boiled, and the young man quickly withdrew the hammer, not forgetting to hide the inevitable sound with a curse in his mouth.

"Wait for my signal!"

Shaking in front of Mo Ye, the young man dropped such a sentence in a low voice, and then pretended to be 'disinterested' and ran away.

Mo Xie grinned, which was a response to the youth. He stared at the guards at the campfire not far away, calculating the best strategy in his mind.

He knew that once he broke free of the ropes, he would only have a second or two to play. And the strength and speed exerted will not exceed that of ordinary people.

What can you do with such a state and such a time?

Mo Ye kept making calculations in his heart, but he still didn't figure it out.

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"Why, old man, can't you sleep?"

On the ultra-modern plane, an uninvited guest appeared at the door of Professor X's room.

The plane was cruising outside the snow at the moment so that Logan could get them on board as quickly as possible to evacuate them after picking them up.

"It's like you're sleeping, Erik, come in. ”

Professor X in the room opened the door with the remote control and sat in a special wheelchair, holding two cups in his hands as if he had known that a guest would be visiting.

"Lafite '73 is hard to find now. ”

Magneto standing at the door was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and the dim yellow color of the wine did not look like a 73-year-old product.

"'73...... It was a vintage to remember......" Professor X sighed as he handed over the glass in his hand for Magneto to pour into the drink.

"What, regret sending Rogan out?"

After all, he is an old friend for many years, and although he doesn't know how to read minds, Magneto can still guess what Professor X is thinking at this time.

"Brady is a guy who is good at hiding himself, if it weren't for Stryker offending him so badly, maybe he wouldn't have shown his true strength in his life......" Professor X took a sip of wine, Raffi is not a good wine, especially since it has been stored in 73 to the present, the liquid in the glass no longer tastes like wine, at most it can be drunk as champagne, "Since he can hide even an old fox like Stryker, it is not impossible to fool the sentry." ”

Not all wines are worth storing for a long time, but drinking them has a special meaning at this time.

"I've heard you talk about that guy many times, but this time how sure are you that you're going to pull him into our midst, and what you know about him would he be willing to wade into the muddy waters?" Magneto shook his glass, causing the liquid in the cup to bubble, drinking this old wine tasted secondary, and if you didn't look at the bubbles brewing in it, the bottle would be open for nothing.

"The world is impermanent, I can only hope that his essence is the same as this wine......"

Professor X sighed, he sighed unusually more often tonight, because he saw so much uncertainty in this matter.

There is some kind of barrier on the snowfield that interferes with the detection of mental power, and after sending Rogan, Professor X lost control of the whole situation.

All he could do now was believe.

I believe that the old man is still the old man.

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