Deep in the mountains and old forests, moisture and moss, strange rocks and rotten wood, southern Xinjiang, which belongs to the winter gods rarely frequent, will never lack a place to hide.

"Whew...... I'm so witty......"

Half of his body was charred and black, lying among the rocks like a dead dog, and a stream that originated out of nowhere flowed past Mo Ye, and the sound of tinkling water was so peaceful a hundred years ago.

"Sizzle......!"

The scorched black color was the right half of Mo Ye's body, which looked as if it had been attacked by a bomb, and a trace of black smoke was still spilling out and rising to this day, which looked really miserable.

Mo Xie tried to move his body, and the pain from inside his body made him frown, but he was also stiff, and he forced himself to get up with bated breath.

"Fortunately, the unicorn arm is strong enough ......"

The pain made Mo Ye crooked the corners of his mouth, and the expression on his face was like crying and laughing, which was funny.

The injuries on his body were left due to the 'special landing technique', and it was already too late when Mo Xie came to his senses, even if his mental strength was ten times stronger, he couldn't step on the 'brakes' in that situation.

Falling from a height of almost 10,000 meters, even steel can be broken into a discus.

If you can't brake the car, then turn around!

Mo Ye, who already has driving experience, made his choice at the last moment!

"Fireball!"

Without hesitation, he converted all the spiritual power that he had only recovered to less than thirty percent into the only spell he was familiar with, and then, for the first time, Mo Ye set the spell target on himself.

To put it bluntly, Mo Ye at that moment felt that he was almost shouting 'shoot at me'.

No one can question Mo Xie's proficiency in the 'Fireball Technique', after a series of encounters in the last mission world, Mo Xie sometimes really has a rush to 'rub fireballs even when he is sleeping'.

This small spell was already as easy for Mo Ye as eating and drinking, and as the proficiency of the 'Fireball Technique' increased, its power had also unconsciously increased to a terrifying level.

Sancheng's spiritual power was instantly output, and a truck-sized fireball unceremoniously loaded onto Mo Ye's right body.

"it!"

Although ordinary people can't speak in the face of strong winds, and even if they force themselves to speak, they can only let out some indistinct whimpers at most, but this curse belonging to Mo Ye sounded clearly.

Without him, the truck's big fireball exploded the moment it hit Mo Ye, and the huge wave of qi forcibly twisted the momentum of Mo Ye's fall to the side, which was the curative effect that Mo Ye expected.

But......

This!Ni!Ma! It hurts!

For a moment, Mo Ye almost thought that his right arm had been blown away.

However, this moment was short-lived, and the explosion was followed by a whirlwind of treatment.

The explosion slowed the fall to a certain extent, and Mo Ye landed at an oblique angle, and then it tumbled, tumbling like a roller.

Well...... The picture is too beautiful to describe......

In short, by the time Mo Xie stopped, he had successfully rolled from the outskirts into the mountains.

This injury, if it weren't for the 'medium dragon bloodline' and the possession of the Qilin arm, Mo Xie would have already hit the street, where could he still 'hold on' to stand up?

"Oops......"

After taking two steps, Mo Ye couldn't bear it a little, so he found a tree that was only more than one person tall to lean on, and then sat down.

The Holy Scriptures...... A bottle of red medicine. ”

You don't have to look at it, the price of the whole body repair is bound to rise to a mess, and this time Mo Ye's injury is at most a broken muscle and bones, and there is no big problem with internal organs or anything, as long as he is given some time, he can heal himself.

"Consume 50 points, the exchange is completed, and the current points are 18,500 points. ”

The voice of the profiteer is very flat, Mo Ye does not exchange the repair, it does not mean that it will not be able to make a fortune, the previous few Gatling just let it sell it for a sky-high price of more than 1,000 points, except for the first Mo Ye is the product of looking at the price, the other few are completely the product of indiscriminate charges.

“……”

For the "Holy Scripture", a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water, Mo Ye has no choice at all, he picked up the 'red medicine' that appeared in front of him out of thin air and drank it all.

"Whew......!"

As soon as the potion hit his stomach, the effect was immediately produced, and Mo Ye only felt that there was a warm current slowly circulating in his body, and the pain in every place was soothed. Meditate cross-legged at the moment and digest the medicinal power.

"High-tech weapons can hurt cultivators......"

Sitting cross-legged, the corners of Mo Ye's mouth outlined a little arc, and from this moment on, he felt that the road ahead was surprisingly bright.

"Huolin Sword, I will definitely reforge you with the blood of a cultivator!"

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Nights fall quickly, and people who live in winter always have the illusion that when the day ends, sitting at the head of a bed that is warm or cold, you will always feel as if the day has not started at all.

Li Xinmei has such an illusion, but she is praying that everything that happened in this day has never really happened.

This is a small hotel room, Li Xinmei has been hiding here since she escaped, the light in the room has not been turned on, she huddles in the dark, like a child hiding in the closet.

She didn't know how she got out of her cell or how she got into it.

She only vaguely remembered some of the images.

Blood.

Flying.

A corpse in one place.

She didn't know what to do, where to go, there was no place for her in Pumice Town, and it was easy to get out of here.

"Woooooooo......oo

A siren sounded outside the window, and the light from the car lights shone into the room through the window, and Li Xinmei's body suddenly trembled violently.

She knew that there were people out there who had been ordered to capture her.

She didn't dare to go to the window to look around, or even look out of the window, but, inexplicably, she knew very well in her heart that there was a police car parked in front of the hotel.

The spot of light cast on the wall of the room was fixed, and Li Xinmei heard someone downstairs talking about something.

"No!"

Li Xinmei felt that her whole heart was being pinched, and she stood up under the domination of this fear, who was hiding in the corner.

The dark room was illuminated by the car lights, and Li Xinmei could see the furnishings in the room in the blur, she fumbled, got under the bed, and lay on the ground with bated breath.

The equipment of this hotel is very simple, the ground under the bed is rough cement, and in the cold winter, a cold is directly introduced into Li Xinmei's body, but she has long been used to living a hard life, starving and freezing or something, and secondly, at this moment, her whole heart is on the upcoming search, temporarily ignoring the experience of bodily sensations.

"Don't get caught...... Don't be found......"

Unable to find the right words to pray, Li Xinmei silently recited the name of the god and prayed wholeheartedly.