Lao K's hand trembled, and he directly led the pillar of fire that was originally just sweeping a few meters above Mo Xie's head, and directly shrouded it in the direction of Mo Xie's travel, and this "skill" of sealing the position can be written into the textbook.

"Oh no!"

The flames had not yet reached the body, and the high temperature had already passed, which suffocated Alice who was sitting in the back seat, and at this moment she looked at the red and yellow fire curtain and let out an unconscious **.

Perhaps even she didn't feel a force germinating in her body, and at this critical juncture, the power that had been dormant in her body began to awaken.

Mo Xie immediately noticed Alice's strangeness - the fluctuation of telekinesis was simply unfamiliar to him, a veteran of telekinesis.

"Don't get excited. Mo Xie roared, now he needs to get a lot of points, after all, after the end of the mission world, he will have to face the siege in reality, and he needs to exchange stronger strength to the Holy Scripture. Therefore, at this time, he must not let Alice burst her telekinesis to 'steal people's heads'.

"Sword Skill - Breaking the Wind!!"

The sword in Mo Xie's hand swung into a screen of light, of course, don't expect Mo Xie to be able to use a sword style that can block the pillar of fire after most of his strength is suppressed, at this time his sword is just a disguise, what really works is his telekinesis.

However, this kind of trick was enough to hide Alice, who was not yet familiar with telekinesis, and in her eyes, the sword light in Mo Ye's hand met the menacing flames.

The tangible and qualitative sword against the invisible flames, which should have been a move to set himself on fire, caused unexpected results.

In Alice's astonished eyes, the pillar of fire retreated, no, not just 'defeated', but defeated.

The pillar of fire sprayed by the refueler was struck into a flowing fire by Mo Ye, as if Mo Ye was the one holding the refueler, and the refueler in his hand still had its own spray effect.

Under Mo Ye's precise control, the flames swept through every piece of black wing in the sky, and these crows were more suitable for barbecue after turning into zombies, after all, the water in their bodies was much lower than before they were alive.

"Kill 600 mutant crows and get 6,000 points, for a total of 8,530 points. ”

"Rescue the survivor convoy in advance and gain 30 Wish Points, and the current total Wish Points are 130 Wish Points. ”

The voice of the "Holy Codex" sounded on time, and when he heard the voice of this pit father, Mo Xie simply omitted the process of using "perception to confirm whether there are still crows that have not been killed".

"What kind of monster are you......" Alice asked the same question that Claire, who was in the car, wanted to know.

"Swordsman. Mo Xie stopped the car with a "high-speed tail brake" method and took off his helmet very chicly, but it's a pity that this guy has short hair, otherwise it would be fashionable to shake it again at this time.

"Swordsman of the Celestial Empire. I don't know why Mo Xie added such a sentence again.

Alice looked at the unsheathed sword in Mo Ye's hand, it was this sword that protected its owner under the attack of the raindrops of crows, and at this time, the sword was not stained with any blood at all.

"Divine Soldier!" these two words popped up in Alice's mind, (of course, in the Western concept, "divine soldier" is really a divine weapon, such as 'sword in the stone') She almost couldn't help but want to touch and hold this sword.

This sword must contain some kind of mysterious power, and only that power can create miracles.

Alice thought so, but she couldn't touch the sword, not only because her hands were injured and she couldn't move, but also because Mo Xie got out of the car and walked to the tanker.

The 'Fire Lin Sword' was returned to the scabbard made of strips of cloth and wooden sticks by Mo Ye, which was very inconsistent with the treatment it should have in Alice's eyes.

"Such a sword should be dressed in a jeweled scabbard. "Whether it's Alice or some of the people in the team who saw the Mo Evil Sword, they all think so.

"Hey, do you have any cigarettes?"

Old K sat on the roof of the tanker, like a doll that had been vented.

His body was covered in blood, half of it was blurred with flesh and blood, and these crows didn't have the ethics of "hitting people without slapping their faces".

He knew that he was finished, and this kind of Cheng Dù's bite was afraid that the legendary vaccine would not save him.

So, he was going to smoke a cigarette, but he wanted to try his luck at this fierce Jedi knight before using the "collection" he had left behind the driver's seat.

"Yes, but it's made_in_a. Mo Xie didn't climb onto the roof of the car, not because he didn't want to climb up to see the warrior's last moments, but because he was stopped by a man.

That man was Carlos, and although he didn't pull out a gun at this time, Mo Ye, who was stopped by him, had a feeling of being pointed at a gun.

"Who are you?" Carlos's job was to cover the old K, but it was clear that his mission had failed, or that he had not been able to complete it in the first place.

Under the ravages of crows infected by the T virus, as long as you leave the protection of the car, no matter who you are, you have to hang the lottery, and the lottery means infection.

In the original book, the lethality of the mutant crow was weakened, and the weakening also strengthened Carlos's personal heroism.

Mo Ye muttered words like "movie misguided" in his heart, but in the face of Carlos's hostility, Mo Ye smiled and let go of Alice, who had already removed her helmet behind her.

"Hey. Alice smiled like an old friend, and it was genuine.

Her blonde hair (Alice was still blonde in the third part, and I'll talk about it later in the next few parts, there are pits here.) It was so soft to spread out in the hot wind left by the flames in the air, but the contours of her face were stiff and Carlos was stunned.

"Hey. Carlos repeated Alice's greeting, at which point he had a momentary aphasia.

"This is a warrior from the East - Mo Xie, who speaks very badly in English. Alice still remembered Mo Xie's bad English, so she helped Mo Xie make an introduction, and the loading of the translation function in the "Holy Text" did not change the memory of the drama.

"Carlos. Seeing that his old friend Carlos temporarily let go of his hostility towards the terrible young man in front of him, since he was with Alice, then the "inhuman move" just now is understandable. He held out his hand to Mo Ye, who shook his hand very cooperatively. Seeing this carlos slam his hand, he should try this guy's level.

Mo Xie had guessed that such a bloody thing was going to happen when Carlos stretched out his hand to him, but he wasn't worried at all, because both of them were outstretching their right hands.

Mo Ye's right hand is the 'Qilin Arm', and the 'Huolin Sword' can't be cut into it for fear of being pinched?

Carlos, who shook his hand, only felt that the strength of his right hand was like a stone sinking into the sea, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the tall and thin Oriental man in front of him.

"Monster!"

Carlos has already labeled Mo Ye as "a product modified by the T virus" in his heart, and in his cognition, only the transformation of the T virus can allow a person to maintain a human form and give them non-human strength, but it is limited to physique, not just anyone can withstand the erosion of the T virus. He was relieved to think about it.

Carlos let go of Mo Ye's hand with a wry smile.

"I've got some smoke here. Mo Xie was unaware of Carlos's vigorous kneading, and he pretended to take something out of his arms, but in fact he took out a pack of miscellaneous cigarettes from the necklace space.

Carlos's eyes changed completely at the sight of the cigarette, and he swallowed his saliva like a wolf in the sight of meat.

"Good brother, good brother...... Carlos took out a cigarette from Mo Xie's miscellaneous cigarette case, and without saying a word, he patted Mo Xie on the shoulder and said, "Wait a minute, I'll invite you to drink." ”

After saying that, he didn't care about Mo Xie, he just briefly explained a few words to Alice and went to the side to get over his addiction to smoking, his addiction was so urgent that he didn't have the time to care about the 'luggage' dragged behind Alice's motorcycle - of course, this can be regarded as Mo Ye's camouflage kung fu in place, and wrapped "Li Yifei's dear sister" with some cloth that could no longer see the original color so that it didn't even know its own mother.

For someone who used to smoke, it would be sadder to smoke for three days than to kill him, and Carlos was that kind of person.

And if there is a cigarette, this man is definitely not even afraid of death.

Watching the blood-stained cat smoking under the sheltered porch of the 'Ship of the Desert' hotel (if there is no wind, a cigarette will last longer), Carlos Moxie suddenly felt that he should not have chased the "Resident Evil" movie in the first place......

"Click. ”

Mo Xie climbed onto the top of the tanker truck, looking at the cowboy who shouldn't have died here, he vaguely felt that something would happen next.

According to the usual urine nature of the Holy Scriptures, if something happens when it shouldn't happen, then there must be a task to be released in the future.

……

Climbing up the rusty iron ladder, although he had already seen the situation above from a perceptual perspective, he still had the corners of his eyes shrunk when he really saw the cowboy who was "opening up" against the crows.

The man was still standing, and even though half of his body was soaked in blood, he still clutched the gas dispenser in his hand - of course, it might be more appropriate to say that it was the fuel injector.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to......"

The old cowboy stubbornly stood instead of sitting down to rest, and he reached out and kicked the corpses of several crows scattered on the ground, most of them charred and emitting black smoke.

This old man has struggled all the way to this place in the last days, and perhaps he has already known his end, as someone said, "Death is something that does not need to be rushed, it will always come".

"Smoke one?"

Mo Xie handed over his pack of miscellaneous cigarettes, whether it was based on knowing the original book or seeing it with his own eyes now, he had respect for this old cowboy.

After all, the other party is trying hard to let others survive, and this "other" includes Mo Ye himself, who is meeting for the first time.

"No ......" The old cowboy had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and between his breaths and words, it was like a broken bellows, and it looked like his physical condition was already very bad.

The high degree of bites caused the T virus to spread quickly, and the old cowboy lost too much blood, and his eyes already had a gray color at this time, and it looked like the transformation would be completed in the next moment.

He could feel his will begin to loosen, to be wrapped and torn apart by boundless rage.

"Oh God...... Old K!"

Claire climbed up as well, but she didn't get too close to the "ticking time bomb", and if it weren't for the friendship for her former companions, she might have had a gun in her hand at this time.

"Promise me, protect those kids no matter what, okay?" The old cowboy's gasps came and went, and his body began to sway, and at the last word his vocal cords felt like they had been torn apart, and there was a feeling that the strings had been broken. He has reached the limit, and it is not for nothing that he has a physique that can fight against the T-virus, but he is not that physique.

"Trigger Mission: Don't damage any of the children in the team until the end of the mission world. Completion reward: 1000 points. Sure enough, the voice of the Holy Book sounded in Mo Ye's mind, and since it was a punishment mode, it directly removed Mo Ye's choice power for these "small" tasks.

Fortunately, this task is not to let Mo Xie completely erase the umbrella company from the world, otherwise Mo Xie will have to kneel.

"Okay, I promise you. "Mo Xie crossed the sword in front of him," betting on the identity of the swordsman of the Heavenly Empire. ”

He held the sword in his left hand, and his right hand grasped the incomparably sharp blade in the stunned or indifferent eyes of Claire and Lao Khuo, and then, slid down - of course, this is Mo Ye pretending to be B, unless it is attached to the superior sword qi, the 'Huolin Sword' will not be able to break through the defense of the 'Qilin Arm' at all, Mo Ye is just doing this for Claire at this time.

He is facing away from Claire at this time, and the old K, who can see all the details, has become a zombie at this time, and no one knows the trick here. This was to pave the way for them to find out what was in the luggage dragged behind the motorcycle, after all, Mo Ye didn't intend to hide them all.

"Go in peace. ”

The sword rises, the sword falls, a matter of moments, after that, Lao K lowered his head forever, and there was a wisp of black blood flowing down his forehead, and his brain had been pierced by the strength attached to the sword by Mo Ye, if he opened it, it would look like a tofu flower.

It's just that his body is still standing, and nothing seems to be able to bring him down.

"Tick-tock. "A drop of blood flowed on the 'Huolin Sword' that was originally not stained with blood, but I don't know whose blood it was.

"Let's go. ”

Mo Xie turned around, Feng'er lifted the hem of his clothes, and his face was as calm as water.

This acting skill has exploded, and it has successfully shocked Claire, a veteran who has been in the apocalypse for many years.

"Good ......" Claire was in a sluggish state, nodding unconsciously at this time and then making way for Mo Ye.

This mysterious Oriental man seems to be trustworthy......

Claire thought like this, and by the time she came back to her senses, Mo Ye had disappeared in front of her eyes.

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"Raise your hand if you choose to go to Arcadia!"

On the pretext of the "language barrier", Mo Xie leaned alone against the wall under the porch of the 'Ship of the Desert' inn, and watched the people in the convoy vote for their fate - at least to others.

And in fact, Mo Xie was looking through the list of the "Holy Scriptures", and at the same time silently recovering the power he had consumed, the "full-screen big move" he performed earlier consumed eighty percent of Mo Ye's spiritual power, fortunately, Mo Xie's original strength was twice as good as it is now, and his control of mental power was very fine, otherwise he should find a place to sleep at this time.

"It seems that the bloodline still needs to be strengthened, but it is the bloodline of the dragon clan, and it is really unreasonable that even the T virus cannot be prevented. But this thing has to be done after the mission world is over......"

Now there are still fewer options for Mo Xie to redeem huàn, after all, with his current net worth, he can't afford to redeem huàn, and cheap goods are useless, which is really embarrassing.

It feels like shopping online, and there are a lot of excitements, but it's just useful and not worth much.

And just when Mo Xie was struggling with the huàn option, the voting results on Alice's side came out, just like the original book, these people who couldn't see a glimmer of hope in the end times and lingered in ruins chose to go to Arcadia.

Mo Ye looked at the people handing out cans by the bonfire that had just been lit, and suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart—what would happen if he told them in advance that Arcadia was a pit?

He didn't know how these people would react, maybe they would give up, and then the mission world wouldn't be over, maybe they wouldn't believe it, and then Mo Xie would have to brush up on the copy himself.

Either way, the result was not what Mo Ye wanted to see.

His gaze towards the crowd was captured by Alice, who smiled at him like a sunny smile.

"Next!"

Alice threw a can at him, and she threw it with just the right amount of force, and it looked like her hand was almost rejuvenated

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