Mo Yun returned to his exclusive 'office' and opened his attribute table:

Host: Mo Yun

Spirit: 100/105

Jianghu World: 100 cubic kilometers (10 spiritual power can be expanded by 1 cubic meter)

Maximum time ratio: 6:1 (one hour in reality, six hours in space.) )

Stored mental power: 110,000

Capacity: 10,000

Strength: 2nd stage

Body: 2nd paragraph

Intelligence: 2nd paragraph

Ability (Mental Power Mutation): A section of telekinesis

Mo Yun looked at his attributes and was not surprised.

Buried in the collapsed crypt that day, I don't know if it was a series of exciting experiences, or a sudden life-and-death crisis, or the strange white light of the Pearl of Time, Mo Yun's spiritual power immediately exploded, expanded, and brought himself out of the realm of death.

Mental power is just Mo Yun's inner cognition of his ability to explode, which is indeed very similar to what he saw in the film and television, spiritual power is like substance, it can move things, and even move itself, it can also form an attack like substance, and it is an invisible substance that cannot be touched, and it can explode and attack the spirit of the other party.

In a short period of time, Mo Yun has only explored so many applications, but this has already made Mo Yun feel very powerful.

It is enough to simply realize the human dream of flying.

Mo Yun waved his hand slightly, and a bottle of filled soda magically flew to his hand as if it was dragged by the air, Mo Yun opened the can and took a sip of it, this kind of ability that does not use the creator has a different kind of freshness.

Mo Yun was entertaining himself happily and having fun.

In the end, he threw away a plastic bottle in his hand, and Mo Yun also found his shortcomings, because it was an ability that had just been developed, so the strength was not enough, and now he could only pick up bottles and cans, such as heavyweight things like sofas, which were not affected by Mo Yun at all.

Mo Yun collapsed on the sofa in a fit of interest, the heat dissipated in three minutes, and he just wanted to lie down and be a salted fish with no ambition.

On the other hand, Wang Meng was drunk with Qingfeng and Jian Yixue, wearing a six-door fast trapping suit, walking on the street, surrounded by a lively crowd.

"Qingfeng, how much is your moral value?" Jian Yixue snorted boredly, and asked the drunken breeze next to him.

Drunk Qingfeng stared at the air in front of him, as if he was looking at something.

He frowned and replied: "It's only +5.3, I really don't know what I'm busy with during this time, don't talk about me, what about you?" ”

Jian Yixue rolled his eyes, "How much difference do you think we'll make?" I'm +5.4, a little more than you. ”

Drunk Qingfeng sighed again, when will we go back to complete the master's task?

Thinking of this, the heart of the sword was also depressed when he passed away in the days of waste.

At this time, a sudden shout came from the front left, "Kill! Kill! ”

The two of them were startled at the same time, and quickly ran towards the sound, but this was from the Hua family, one of the wealthy merchants in Luoyang City.

The two glanced at each other, and when they walked in at the same time, there was a corpse lying on the straw mat in front of the gate of the gorgeous costume.

And beside the straw mat sat a panicked old butler.

Soon, a large number of people rushed out of the gorgeous clothes, and a person in luxurious clothes and a big belly separated everyone and walked out first.

I saw him shouting with a rebellious face: "What's the noise, do you know what kind of place this is?" Pay attention to your mouths. ”

When he came forward and saw the face of the dead man lying in front of him, he immediately lost his countenance and fell backwards.

The subordinates behind hurriedly helped them over, but this person shook off the support of these people, threw himself in front of the corpse, and screamed like a pig, "Son! O my son! Who killed a thousand knives made you like this?! ”

At this time, a middle-aged woman came out of the crowd, and her skin that had been maintained with luxury goods could not resist the erosion of time, and under the thick foundation, several wrinkles stubbornly bounced out, showing her sense of existence.

When she saw the old man who fell to the ground and the son who was dead in front of her, she was shocked for a moment and fainted directly.

When Master Hua saw it, he hurriedly got up and walked over, looking at his wife who had fainted on the ground, he was sad and sad, he glanced at the crowd, and just saw the conspicuous drunk Qingfeng in the crowd, and there was a glimmer of light in his desperate eyes.

Ignoring the face of the lord of Washington, he jumped down the steps with agility that did not match his weight, grabbed the collar of Drunken Qingfeng, and shouted at the same time: "You must find out the murderer for me!" You must find out the murderer for me! You must find out the murderer for me! ”

As if he had lost his mind, Master Hua repeated this sentence, and the two of them looked at the situation helplessly, and they didn't know what to do with a headache.

"Come on, bring the master down to recuperate." A cold voice suddenly came out, and the two of them instantly turned their eyes over, it was a man with a gloomy face, standing among all the people in Washington, only he was the calmest, and his clothes also meant that this was not a simple person.

Under his command, the hurried crowd restored order, and several subordinates took the old man away from the drunken Qingfeng, and the old man Hua struggled and shouted, dancing and dancing, and had fallen into madness.

The other Mrs. Hua was also helped down, and the corpses on the ground were also forcibly frightened by the subordinates, and they were brought down with straw mats.

"This is Hua Wu, the eldest son of Washington, I heard that he is both civil and military, but his personality is some. Odd. A voice came from behind the two of them.

The two hurriedly looked back, but it was a handsome boy dressed in the same clothes as them and wielding a folding fan.

"Brother Murong?!" The two of them spoke in surprise in unison.

Murong Bai Wen'er smiled, "It's been a long time, Brother Qingfeng, Brother Sword." ”

"Why are you here?" Drunk Qingfeng asked suspiciously.

"Aren't you coming home? Coming back so soon? Jian Yixue also asked.

Murong Bai smiled, "I'm indeed going home, isn't this coming back now?" ”

This is exactly Murong Bai, who has been working with Zui Qingfeng and the two for a month, since the last time the three of them reached a common opinion and formed a team, they have become quite familiar with each other for a while.

Murong Bai was afraid that the two friends would misunderstand, and then said:

"As soon as I came back, I reported from the yamen and inquired about the whereabouts of the two brothers, so I came over to inform the two of them non-stop."

Murong Bai pretended to look panicked, causing the two of them to laugh and scold.

The three of them were chatting happily, but something came to the door.

I saw the man come over with a grim smile, "The three of you also ask the house to talk about it." ”