Why did I find myself in such a situation......

The sigh in my heart was not able to be put into words in the end, just as the anger in my heart could not dispel the chill in my body.

Brother Ming trembled and struggled to get up from the ground.

Silently, somewhat limping.

He couldn't feel his feet, so his steps looked like they were floating.

Floating precariously, as if it was going to fall at any moment.

With such a step, he didn't look like he could go to work so quickly.

It's just that he still walks like this, step by step.

Past the foreman, who was still cursing and swearing, past one or two strangers who had stopped on their way and stared at him with unbearable eyes.

Why be so stubborn?

Why don't you just say no?

Is there anyone who would say 'worth it' at this moment?

Say give up.

At this moment, turn back, walk up and down the mountain, and find a place to pack up the wolf bèi.

Now turn around and throw the helmet around your neck at the foreman's feet - or on your body, the heavier the better.

All the evil words and evil words that he inflicted on him were returned, not for anything else, but the anger in his heart could not be extinguished.

It's just that he can't turn back, as if some force or some kind of storage is hindering his movement to turn back.

He saw a face.

A familiar face emaciated by chronic malnutrition.

He can't turn back, he can't go down the mountain, because he has to feed himself here.

He had to do it, and he had to put up with the bad words of the foreman.

Because there are far worse things than suffering and humiliation here.

He didn't want to go back and be a liability, consuming everything he could have been rationed to others.

He really didn't want to spend a day like that.

So he took a step, and it was as fast as it was a step.

He stumbled and ran on the way to the mine, like he had gone berserk.

"Ah~ah!"

He was roaring, braving the wind, as he stepped over the potholed mountain road.

The foreman's vicious words stopped abruptly, and I don't know whether he was left behind by the rushing Brother Ming or frightened by the crazy Brother Ming.

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Unable to perceive the existence of what one is seeking.

"Maybe it's been disposed of as garbage. ”

Such a reason sounds so reasonable, and it is the tone that every loser convinces himself in the face of a bleak reality.

"Just pay 300 points~!I'll be able to do the errand for you~!"

The voice of the pit father in his head sounded on time, and the Holy Book was obviously a glimpse of a business opportunity.

“……”

Mo Xie doesn't have a lot of money, and he is completely unmoved by the profiteer's **.

However, if he finally knew the "Holy Text", he knew that the swaddling clothes were still in a state of 'being able to be found'.

So, he's going to take another spin around Pumice Town.

The first place he had to go was where ZF was.

Even the main small part of Pumite Town has built a very 'majestic' office building......

I really want to blow it up.

Mo Xie felt that if he really did that, he would get a lot of wishing points......

It's a little exciting to think about......

It's just that Mo Ye's plan was shelved before it could be fully formed.

Because he saw a man on the road.

No, it should be said that a person is perceived.

No, even that would be inaccurate, because what Mo Xie perceived was not a 'person', but something inside that person.

"Sword Qi?"

Perception is like radar radiation, and the closer you get, the more radiation you get, the more clearly you can see, and if you release your perception at a close enough range, you can even 'see' inside the human body.

It was a middle-aged man with a rebellious face, only half a street away from Mo Ye.

As if sensing Mo Ye's peeping, the middle-aged man handed Mo Ye two eagle-like glances.

is full of unruly eyes, as if he does not put the common people in his eyes.

This gaze was completely consistent with the sword aura that Mo Ye had perceived.

That sword qi was in the body of this middle-aged man, as if it could be directed at the sharpness of the Mo Evil caster.

Mo Xie had never thought that he would be able to perceive the existence of sword qi outside the mission world, and at a glance, he felt that the past twenty years or so had been in vain.

It felt like when he learned that there really were cultivators in this world.

This world is by no means as simple as it is in the eyes of ordinary people, and even Mo Ye at this moment is only getting a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg.

If the other party was an ordinary, martial arts master with internal strength, maybe Mo Ye would still miss him, but for the sword qi, Mo Ye was too familiar.

After all, there was a big trouble about sword qi in his body.

"Humph!"

Seeing that Mo Ye did not avoid his gaze, the middle-aged man snorted, and he seemed to feel something.

He was supposed to be walking aimlessly on the street, but he turned around and leaned straight towards Mo Ye's position.

Facing a stranger, especially a swordsman, is basically a declaration of war - or a search for a curse.

silently thought of some plots in martial arts novels, and looking at the middle-aged man approaching him step by step, Mo Ye's mind began to think wildly.

All he could feel was the sword qi in the middle-aged man's body, and compared to his own sword qi that originated from 'Sword Twenty-Three', the sword qi in the middle-aged man's body was much weaker.

It's just the same, the sword qi in the middle-aged person's body is much more obedient.

There was a gap of about thirty meters between Mo Xie and the man, and it should be forty steps when converted into steps.

And within these forty steps, the sword qi in the middle-aged man's body had already turned several times in his meridians—or 'Zhou Tian', and the originally docile sword qi had become hideous and sharp after a few turns.

He was like an unsheathed sword, rushing straight towards Mo Xie.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street at this time, and under the illumination of the sun that had been deflected, Mo Xie saw the middle-aged man's fingers hidden in his sleeve faintly emitting a sharp glow.

The fighting spirit has not been hidden from the beginning.

Is it just a reason for a war between them?

Mo Xie 'looked' at the menacing appearance of this strange middle-aged man, and muttered in his heart.

"Made, this stance...... Does Lao Tzu have a grudge against you?"

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