Whether it is such a fierce tiger, a dragon, a rare bird and a beast, after being shackled, there is only one identity left - a trapped beast.

was strung together, arrived at the imperial capital after a two-day journey without dignity, and the moment he fell into the clouds, Cao Shouzhen, who was blindfolded, finally had a dead gray color on his face. And it was until this moment that Mo Ye, who had been paying attention to this 'talent', that he realized that Cao Shouzhen was actually hopeful during the two-day journey.

He couldn't figure out what 'hope' was for Cao Shouzhen today.

Did a few righteous men suddenly rush up and save them from fire and water? Or did the vampires who occupied the Celestial Dynasty suddenly change their recipes and sucked pigs' blood instead of sucking human blood? Or did they simply poison the vampires by the "walking periodic table" that is very characteristic of the Celestial Empire?

None of these things will happen, let's die.

Wei Teng led the team down to the clouds, there was already a courtyard outside the capital for their group of people, curling green smoke wafted out of a side room in the courtyard, but it was the cook invited by the Wei family who was preparing a severed head meal for the "tribute products". After eating this meal to replenish qi and blood, you can send them to death without even using it overnight.

The officials of the Celestial Dynasty held a competition: which company can complete the target with the fastest speed and the highest quality, and which one can obtain the right to rotate and air in the next round of "contributions".

The Wei family has been dragging on for a lot of time for various reasons, but several other families are also dragging it anyway, and it is not too late for Cao Shouzhen's batch of "tributes" to arrive at this time, but they can already rank second at night.

"Come!

If it weren't for its translucent color, most people would immediately associate it with Xiang, but even then it tasted no better than Xiang, just by the expressions of the "tributes" who were forced to stuff a mouthful of paste.

"No!

It was not Cao Shouzhen who made such a declaration and resistance, but the only woman in the group, Mo Xie did not ask her name, and the monks in charge of escorting her did not call her name, because just a few seconds of keeping his eyes on this woman's face could completely dispel any desire to speak.

The radiated-looking woman shook her head vigorously, and her movements caused some of the paste to spill onto the feeder's body.

"Look for death!"

Beauty will always have some privileges, whether the word "beauty" needs to be put in quotation marks or not.

Enraged, the monk who had been sprinkled in the paste, swung a stick he got out of nowhere, and beat the woman cleanly to the unconscious. Then he brought a funnel and poured the paste down as if it were a drug.

Each of the "tributes" was poured with at least two liters of paste, of which Cao Shouzhen was the most cooperative and the most cared for, he was poured two and a half liters. His belly bulged high as a result, like a pregnant woman.

"Okay! Deliver now! We have three hours!"

After feeding, Wei Teng waved his big hand and led the team to set off again without much explanation, and Mo Ye, who had been watching silently, saw the fame:

This paste-like substance is a ready-made drug, which is liquid in the pot and begins to solidify when it leaves the pot, but it takes three hours for it to fully solidify. And within these three hours, the "tribute" swallows it with the digestive system and enters the bloodstream. Mo Xie guessed that when it solidified, it would solidify with the blood of the monk.

Yes, it seems that the monks of the Heavenly Dynasty have not given up resistance, and they can't do it with a clear sword and a gun, so they should use yin tricks, talk about the means of yin damage, and kill people without seeing blood, this group of monks don't know too much.

The Wei family has a "gel", and the other ones may have poisonous powder, and this wave of operations really makes Mo Xie want to shout 666 - if he doesn't know what kind of abilities the current head of the blood clan and Lin Ming have.

"Are these rookies trying to kill themselves?" Mo Xie sighed.

Don't do so much slapstick operations!

"What are you talking about?" After pouring the medicine into the "tributes", the monks didn't have any good expressions on their faces, and Mo Xie's previous words didn't avoid their ears at all. When he heard that his poisonous plan to take the risk was so evaluated, even Mo Xie's identity as a "primordial baby old monster" couldn't stop this group of rookies from scolding him back.

"What did you say, do you know how hard we worked?......" A monk angrily pointed at Mo Xie.

"Of course I know, but a rookie is a rookie, who does this little bit of Taoism want to plot? Do you want to send some jokes to embarrass people? The old man has never seen such a scumbag like you who is immeasurable and doesn't know whether to live or die! The face of the cultivator has been lost by you!"

"You!" the monk was so angry that he clutched one hand to his chest and fell to the ground.

"It's better to let the labor-management meeting meet the fake foreign devil first, and then you will be embarrassed!

Mo Ye stomped his feet and rushed into the air, and a momentum as vast as the sea was released by him and covered the entire imperial capital.

He didn't accept the bureau that the Wei family laid out for him because he didn't want to, like "by saving Cao Shouzhen, what clue did he follow to find the Xiuzhen Realm Salvation Resistance Alliance and become a member of the underground protest workers" Such a troublesome development is simply an old-fashioned thing used to cheat the number of words, Mo Xie doesn't read much, but he still saw through this game at the first glance - who told him to know that the two great gods of the Zhao family are not dead? Who told him to know that the Wei family is still the loyal dog of the Zhao family?

If the Wei family didn't set up this bureau, he would be very interested in contacting all the forces that could be united through the Wei family's channels to have a fierce melee with Lin Ming, with the blood clan, and with all the alien races who dared to stick a knife in the heaven and earth realm, but Mo Xie hated being used as a gun the most.

"Linming!"

Mo Xie roared.

There is only one name, without any suffix, and it does not say what it means or who it is or who it represents.

Because there is no need, he is not representing anyone today, he is coming in his own name.

He didn't avenge anyone or seek justice, justice or morality, he didn't take it with him.

He brings only a cause and effect.

Cause and effect worth only two words.

The name is the shortest mantra, even if it is whispered, it is enough for people who have reached a certain level to be aware, not to mention that Mo Xie shouted it out so loudly.

A black cloud rose from the imperial capital, and a person sat upright on top of the black cloud.

"Mo Xie!"

The man responded, and the momentum was not lost.