The curling singing voice came from the woman's mouth, and Mo Jun was inconvenient to disturb, so he quietly looked at the woman who was singing silently.

The woman was dressed in a pale cyan short-sleeved cheongsam, with cloud sideburns and hair, and the skirt that reached to the calf reflected a touch of subtlety, but it highlighted the woman's slender and tall perfect figure, plus at this time she stood with her back to Mo Jun, more and more like the lotus flower printed and dyed on the cheongsam, staring at it for a long time, Mo Jun could even smell a light fragrance in the air, I don't know if it was unwarranted imagination or natural floral fragrance.

When the singing stopped, the woman turned her head, revealing a goose egg face with delicate eyebrows, and a little sadness in her dark brown watery eyes. She looked back and saw a man standing behind her, staring at her with burning eyes, not annoyed or surprised, but Lianbu moved lightly to Mo Jun's side, with his hands behind his back, revealing a pitiful and weak smile.

"I'm back." As she said this, she stretched out her hands to caress Mo Jun's cheeks, who subconsciously dodged the sudden "attack". The woman was slightly stunned, and the sadness in her eyes was a little more than that, but it was quickly covered up, and a pair of jade hands held in the air retracted, covered her small mouth and chuckled: "Childe really doesn't remember the slave family, or not, the ignorant Childe is the most fun." “

"Wait." Hearing this, the corners of Mo Jun's mouth twitched, and cold sweat flowed down on the spot: "This girl, we are all plain in life, and we used the word 'play' when we first met... It's not good. ”

"Childe calls the slave family Qinglian." The woman who was called Qinglian was more like Qinglian kept looking at Mo Jun, like a child who saw a new toy, but Mo Jun read something from her gaze, and after the two confronted each other like this for a while, Mo Jun finally couldn't help the doubts in his heart and asked.

"Am I really related to the Mo family here?"

If you can choose, the slave family would rather you not be the Mo family. Qinglian stroked the hair around her ears, and her tone began to rise casually, as if she was facing a close friend she hadn't seen for a long time, or someone close to her: "Yes, of course there is a connection." ”

"Am I a Mo family?!" Seeing Qinglian's vague words, Mo Jun couldn't help but be a little anxious, the mystery of his life experience was like a fish in his throat, which had been bothering him these days, and today he finally met someone who was willing to tell him the inside story, and he couldn't help but tone abruptly.

Qinglian saw that the man in front of her looked anxious, but she laughed, but she didn't deliberately sell it, and nodded after laughing for a while: "It was before, and now, it should be the same." ”

It was, and it should be? Mo Jun didn't know what this meant, and wanted to ask something more, but found that the woman's body in front of him was gradually blurring, and began to disappear like a bad signal image, and immediately panicked: "You are... What's wrong?! ”

"Ah, looks like it's time." Qinglian was not surprised by the vision on her body, she was just a little disappointed and said: "I have stayed long enough today, if the son still wants to chat with the slave family, come back another day." ”

"This..."Mo Jun didn't know what to do, although he learned from Qinglian's mouth that he was indeed the person in the Mo Sect, but he didn't get anything else, and Qinglian seemed to know more secret things, so he was reluctant to leave like this.

Perhaps seeing Mo Jun's tangled expression, Qinglian sighed slightly, cocked her toes, and her cherry lips approached Mo Jun's ear, moving slightly: "If Childe wants to know more things, he will come to the former residence of the Mo family and the slave family in the world." ”

When the words fell, there was no one, and there was only a little warmth and a faint fragrance in the ears.

"Qinglian..."Mo Jun pondered the name a few times, and then put it in the depths of his memory.

"Who the hell are you..."

...

After a long absence, there was a lively scene at the entrance of the hunter's headquarters. However, it wasn't all hunters who came and went, but more of them were all kinds of trialists dressed in a variety of costumes. From a distance, the teams of Trialists were mixed with the Scattered Trialists, like bunches of plump grapes. On the rhizome of the "grapes" are several teams of Trialists dressed in uniform style with the same emblem on their chests, and they are the initiators who gathered the rest of the Trialists here, members of the Slayer Warband.

"Deputy Commander, there are a total of two hundred and fifty-six trialists present, and their strength is uneven, almost all of them are Ash and Ember level trialists, and there is only one Li Huo-level trialist, He Ming." Shamal respectfully reported to a cynical young man in leather armor in front of him, who was half-leaning against a huge white lion, with a red apple in his hand, looking very leisurely, without any regard for the safety of the regimental leader far away in the frozen canyon.

I only heard a crisp "click", but it was the man who took a bite of the apple and said vaguely: "This is just the surface strength of this group of trialists, I don't believe that they will reveal their old bottoms." Except for He Daoren, who is too famous and his strength has long been publicized, there must be some guys in this group of people who are not easy to mess with. Schamaar, are there any guys that need special attention? ”

After hesitating for a moment, as if sorting out the information in his mind, Shamal then said: "Rhodes of the Nightingale, as well as a person named Lu Hao, need to be paid attention to. ”

"Oh?" The man raised his eyebrows, and said curiously: "Then Rhodes, I know, I heard that he was brought out of a mission world, and he has a complete necromancer career system, and his growth rate is extraordinary. But who is Lu Hao? ”

"An ordinary Ember level trialist majoring in summoning skills." Seeing the impatience on the face of the deputy head of the group, Shamal hurriedly added, "But the source of information about the golden epic-level props that has been circulating among the trialists in recent days is him. ”

"Epic props?!" Sure enough, the allure of epic items is to a trialist what a delicacy is to a hungry man, and even if there is only a hint of smell wafting from nowhere in the air, he will go crazy to find its source and never give up until he finds the last delicious taste. The man hurriedly finished eating the apple in a few bites, and dragged Shamal to the side: "Come on, come on, show me which one is Lu Hao, I have to take good care of him." ”

No matter what kind of fate Lu Hao will accept for spreading the information, Mo Jun, who is ready to go, will not pay attention to these anyway, and there are Flame, Ji Fantian, Lu Baifei and Zede standing next to him at this time. The combination of two women, two men and one minotaur is not particularly conspicuous among so many trialists, mainly because the danger of this support mission is still quite high, and the big guys have taken out their own housekeeping skills, there are summoning beasts to pull summoning beasts, there are summoning retinues of contract retinues, and those who will be zero generation will directly assemble various big killing weapons on the spot, and for a while, what summoning beasts on the field make demon follower robots run around, and there is no inhuman-like summoning thing around them who are embarrassed to greet people, Therefore, the Mojun team that even Hyde has not summoned seems too ordinary, just like those ash-level trialist teams that can't afford to hire summoned creatures, to use a more popular phrase, Mojun and they are looked down upon.

Sensing the disdainful gaze thrown around, Blaze was the first to blow up, and took out the components on the spot to show others what crossfire is, but unfortunately one of the two floating cannons crashed during the game of Wang Qi, and at this time only a lone floating cannon was left floating in the air. Despite this, the eyes around him still converged a little, but it made people feel that this was a move by the team's lack of confidence to support the scene. Mo Jun smiled at this, comforted the girl who kept blowing her hair, and his eyes were constantly looking at the characters around him.

"Although summoning beasts or something is quite scary, it is still mostly the trialists on the technology side." After sweeping around, Mo Jun came to the conclusion that the techno-side trialists in this group were a general term, including those trialists who used firearms or other technological artifacts as a means of attack. Obviously, although the Mystic Side power system is stronger in the mid-to-late stages, low-level trialists who are in dire need of self-preservation ability still feel more at ease holding a gun in their hands.

And among the low-level props, the technology side props are the most affordable, with the same points, the cost performance of the technology side props is the same quality of the mysterious side props. For example, the well-known shield generator can only equip one type of shield-type equipment (in order to prevent some strange situations with hundreds of shield generators on their body) or skill, which means that if you equip the shield generator and use a skill such as [Magic Shield] at the same time, the two will interfere, and no shield will take effect at that time. Judging from the current liquidity on the market, trialists prefer simple and practical shield generators to magic shields that consume mental power, have a long cooldown time, and need to read and cast spells.

"Everyone, please follow us to the Frozen Canyon."

Shamal's voice flew over the heads of all the trialists, and Mo Jun pondered the question as he moved his steps.

The same is true for trialists, in the early stage, when faced with guns and grenades that can be instantly turned into combat power, and spells that require a lot of mental power and even health to be released, even Mo Jun will not hesitate to choose the former. The bullet may be powerless against enemies of different shapes in the mission world, but when facing a low-level trialist who is also a mortal in the flesh, it is extremely terrifying. Taking Mo Jun as an example, without considering the shield value, although he can dodge some of the shots with the special effects of Tongyuan Step and Shadow Demon Leggings, once he is hit by a pistol bullet at close range such as the thigh, heart, skull and other vital parts, I am afraid that the immortal will also fall into a state of serious injury due to the negative effects such as incidental bleeding, and the physique of 15 points is high, but it is also within the attribute limit of the ember class, and for a bullet, whether it is fat or tenderloin, it is a matter of a few tenths of a second.

The reason why I thought of these was Mo Jun's doubts about his own strength: with his current strength and physique double 15 points, is it even the peak of embers? If this is the case, then the altitude of this peak is also a little lower, and you can just exchange the space contribution for a few attributes, and then get a few pieces of equipment with attributes.

And Rhodes is also the peak of embers, but the necromancer can form an army alone, but Mojun cannot.

"What the hell is the difference..."Mo Jun muttered, suddenly realizing that his eyes lit up, and then looked up.

A pale white-blue snow line comes into view.

(Well, try how the layout of the new author's background is, and correct it if there is an abnormality)