Is it running? or fighting?

Everyone has an answer in their hearts, but no one immediately reveals their intentions, and everyone is worried that their intentions will affect others.

So they all ran and ran separately.

That's Morin's forte. During the years he was a killer and an assassin, he had more than half of the tasks due to his weak combat effectiveness and more than half of the tasks, and eventually he had to escape. The fact that he has survived to this point is a testament to his attainments in this area.

Mountains, rivers, villages, towns......

It's all the environment that Morin has run away from, and in order to increase his chances of survival, he has even developed a habit of subconsciously seeking a way out of his way everywhere he goes, a retreat suitable for him to escape.

This time is no exception.

As soon as he decided to run, Morin had a clear goal and a clear line of thought, and he chose his route in an orderly manner while keeping an eye on his back rhythmically. He couldn't run fast, but he was so unhurried, methodical, cornering, roundabout, hidden, and soon, from the cover, Morin saw the commander who was following him looking around at the junction for a while, and hurried down the wrong path.

"What's the use of the twin spirits?" Morin walked out of the corner with a look of disdain. From the very beginning, he noticed that although the commander of the Prison Supervision Committee was very strong, he really had little experience in tracking this matter. It is true that the supervision of the College Supervisory Board does not use this talent very well.

Easily escaping from his pursuit, Morin walked back into the street, thinking about what to do next. The rain was pouring down, and there were no people on the street, not a pedestrian with an umbrella. Drape your blouse over your head. Running home with a splash.

Syllable. Smack, smack......

The sound of splashing footsteps also appeared unusually clear and rhythmic in this heavy rain.

This man!

Merlin didn't feel any courage, but the sound of his footsteps made him pay attention quickly. In such weather, on such a difficult and slippery road, it is really not like something that an ordinary person can do.

Merlin looked back suddenly, and the water splashed almost in a line. The rhythmic footsteps suddenly changed, and the man was in front of him in an instant.

The fourth commander of the Zhiling District Courtyard Supervisory Committee made Song Quan, Chong and Ming were connected, and the ability to "disappear" could almost perfectly hide the operation of the power of the spirit. But after encountering Lu Ping, his ability to operate with the power of hidden courage seemed to be useless, and he failed to sneak attack again and again, which made him lose face.

Lu Ping is restraining himself!

With such a realization in Songquan's heart, he naturally would not ask Ying to pursue Lu Ping.

Morin, who had locked on to this goal, hid his courage by disappearing from the beginning. Maureen watched behind him. But a person who has no courageous power is regarded by him as an ordinary passerby.

But at the last moment, Morin sensed the danger. Songquan pays too much attention to the concealment of the power of courage. Ignoring other details, Morin finally realized that something was wrong after approaching.

But so what?

Songquan chose Morin as his target, not just to avoid Lu Ping. Mo Lin defeated Dao Ran on the point platform, and his ability has also been observed by the Prison Supervisors.

The cold light flickered, and Songquan held a dagger in his hand and stabbed out.

And go with the flow?

It's a good ability, but the premise is that there must be a wind, and this wind must be brought up by courage.

Songquan made a move, the wind was there, and his attack was naturally launched through the power of the spirit, but the question was, did Morin perceive the power of the spirit?

This is the key to his choice of Morin as the target, if he can't perceive his courage, then Morin's and follow the wind can't be activated at all, and he doesn't have the strength of the spirit, so it's not hand-to-hand?

Blood quickly splattered in the rain.

Mo Lin really couldn't activate his and go with the wind, and his physical condition really couldn't avoid Songquan's lightning-fast blow.

Song Quan showed a contemptuous smile: "You little ghosts, you really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and this world is much more cruel than you imagined!"

Song Quan sighed with emotion, and at the same time, he had already pulled out his dagger and pushed it casually, wanting to make Mo Lin fall. He wasn't going to waste any more time here, it seemed to him that this blow was enough, and then let the kid bleed in the rain.

Who would have thought that Morin suddenly raised his hands and grabbed the arm he had pushed at random.

Song Quan sneered, what's the use of this, a guy who doesn't have the slightest strength, can he stop anything by holding himself like this? This kind of struggle is really boring!

Song Quan waved his arm hard, and wanted to throw Mo Lin away, but unexpectedly, an extremely strong tenacity actually hindered his strength, and his arm could not be thrown out.

How can it be?

How could Morin have so much power?

Song Quan was surprised, but the binding force on his arm became tighter and tighter, and he noticed that at some point, his right arm was wrapped around a vine from nowhere, and then, his feet, legs, and the force of restraint continued to climb upward, binding him, and pulling him backwards.

What is this? Loose struggle, but to no avail. The vine had already taken control of him, and it was useless to shake off or cut off the parts, and soon, he was almost immobile, but the vine was still shrinking, dragging him backwards.

Songquan is good at sneaking attacks without the opponent's knowledge, but this time, it was finally his turn to be completely controlled by this vine from nowhere.

Mo Lin, who had been stabbed in the waist by Songquan's blow, looked up, his face was a little pale, and it was obvious that the stab had indeed hurt him.

"You're mistaken. "Do you think I'm one of those naïve students?"

"You're wrong, I'm an assassin of interest, or rather a killer. I don't dare to say that killing people is like hemp, but I have finally experienced a lot of fights, big and small. I'm still alive in such conditions, but it's not all because I'm going to run away. It's hard to survive in this cruel world, especially for me. It's you who really think about it simply!"

Merlin said, and Songquan had been pulled to the wall by the vine at this time, and dragged to the wall.

"Look at how tenacious these vines can grow even in the cracks of the wall? Legend has it that if you let them grow all over the mountains, then even if the mountains are about to fall, they will be able to hold on! Thanks to this rain, they grow so fast!" said Merlin with relief. What is happening at the moment is by no means luck or fluke. Fushan vine was planted when he hid here, and in order to survive, he never had the slightest carelessness and sloppiness.

"What do you want?" Songquan struggled, but it was useless, his strength had not reached the breakthrough realm, and it was not enough to send out the strength to break this Fushan vine.

"Now you're trying to kill me, what do you think I'm going to do?" Morin said, stepping forward. There was no pity in his gaze. Soon dodged his dagger from Songquan's powerless right hand, and followed, the dagger sank into Songquan's chest.

Then, without making any stops, Morin left without looking back.

I was also drunk when I wrote the update...... I'll have to go to bed tomorrow morning, and I'll be more diligent in December!(To be continued......)