Regardless of the world, the emergence of new weapons is like a post-war effect in a card game, and the moment you enter the game can generate huge benefits. For example, bows and arrows allowed humans to defeat wild beasts and obtain large plains suitable for farming, the emergence of cavalry groups, which swept across the entire Eurasian continent, and the appearance of Gatling machine guns is a sad story, with several bloody sacrificial ceremonies, completely sending the cavalry charging tactics of the feudal dynasty to the grave.

At this time, the three of them relied on grenades and submachine guns, and easily eliminated a stronghold of more than 30 people, also because the enemy was unfamiliar with these new things and defenseless, and panicked and confused. However, when the new weapons are exhausted, although the battle situation still has to return to its proper state, it is already a reversal of strength and weakness.

After Mr. Link explained his identity, he turned over to dodge while shooting out in the direction of the exclamation, but it was still too late, and he was kicked in the stomach by a flying foot that suddenly appeared in the poisonous mist, and before he could see the other party's face clearly, he vomited and flew backwards. However, the other party was not comfortable, and was instantly entangled by two masked imps.

However, because he did his homework in advance, the identity of this guy who is still alive and rebellious is also about to come out, the number one fighter in the mutual aid association, the five-ring magic warrior Tamlai, the top five on the revenge list. This person did not run away when he was injured, and still pressed the two four-ring imps to fight, and he was more or less a loyal general.

But Mr. Link, who was embedded in the wooden partition wall, took this foot, and the whole viscera seemed to turn over the river and the sea, and before he could turn over, there were several large mouths, and the placket was suddenly soaked with a large amount of dirt. However, it is probably the adaptation that has been cultivated in the withdrawal reaction, and the sour and pungent taste and the smooth and warm touch do not make him resist too much.

Skillfully suppressed the urge to vomit with deep breathing, struggled left and right, held the edge of the wooden partition wall with both hands, and with a little force, he 'buckled' himself out, and was about to raise the gun to shoot in the direction of the fist **, when he felt the fluctuation of the fire magic medium on the side. Mr. Link has been an honest man all his life, and he has never fought a few times, and his reaction is slow after all. At the sound of a gunshot, Mr. Link felt at first a light on his right arm, but when he looked down, it was empty, and the submachine gun and elbow were gone.

Not far away, there were two landing sounds, one clanging and one snapping. After a moment of stunned, he realized what was happening in the severe pain, and his short body rolled on his side, but there was another gunshot, and there was a burning sensation on his forehead. Unable to care about being countered by spells anymore, Mr. Link tried his best to communicate with the fire-based magic medium, and tried to go to the gunfire, and sure enough, he felt a little sluggish, and concluded that it was a living person, and directly twisted various chemical reactions in his body.

And the other party found out that something was wrong, and the communication fire magic medium resisted, but it was actually a peer. The two sides seem to be wrestling at the two ends of the lever, although Mr. Link has the advantage in rings, but it is an away game, and it is thankless to do half the effort, but he does not dare to relax, otherwise he will inevitably eat a solid magic countermeasure. And if the opponent loses, he will die, of course, he will go all out, and he will not even have time to reload and shoot.

At this time, there was a faint sound of human voices outside the store, after all, there was a lot of commotion here, and normal people should be woken up no matter how dead they slept. But the neighbors knew what it was, and were neither surprised nor interested in the smoke billowing from the door, but dressed in single clothes, and watched and talked from afar in the cold night breeze.

As for the eight-ring magic warrior in charge of 'security', he hid in the crowd, closed his eyes and listened quietly, still without any intention of making a move.

Inside the field. The battle between the two imps and the boss is still stalemate, and although the Green Mask imps have discovered the enemy's wounds, they are unable to communicate them to their mentally retarded companions, and they are unable to form an effective cooperation to expand their advantage. On the other side, the newly acquired physical ability was once again powerful, and the fracture in his right arm that was blown open by a large-caliber earthen firearm not only stopped the bleeding but also itched slightly, and at the same time gave Mr. Link the strength to crawl and move, while maintaining the stalemate, he moved his body closer to the submachine gun.

Finally, when the unique siren of the Bloodclaw Army's patrol floating tray was faintly heard outside, Mr. Link grabbed the submachine gun and gave the opponent the only three or four rounds left in the magazine, and the wrestling on the fire magic medium suddenly disappeared.

Clamping the body of the gun with his thighs, changing the magazine with one hand, and at the same time dissolving the poisonous gas in the room with a fire-based magic medium, there was no third fire-type magician involved in the stalemate for so long, which naturally means that there is no one in the room who can use magic to counteract.

When the visibility in the room was restored, and in the flickering light of the magic lamp, and ignoring the three people who were still fighting on the other side, Mr. Link drew his short blade and began to make up for the unconscious or dead people on the ground, and by the way, compared it with the must-kill list in his memory, and drew a horizontal line on the names in his heart. And this kind of behavior completely angered the 'thug leader', roared wildly, his eyes were about to break, and he took two punches and kicks, and rushed to this side.

Mr. Link didn't want to take a third blow, a shuttle of bullets swept over, but seeing that the other party did not avoid the momentum of the little blood, he was stunned for a moment, and understood that the other party probably had the intention of ending up together, and he was even more panicked, took half a step back, but tripped over a corpse and fell to the ground.

Although the other party is the fifth ring, it is too late to communicate with the fire magic medium to decay its body functions. Just as the fist was close in front of him, Mr. Link had a whim, recalled the core ingredient in the green mist potion, and instantly completed a slight conversion in the opponent's skull with great skill, and his eye socket was lightly punched, but he turned over and dodged by bewilderment and hesitation.

The two imps had already caught up, seized the opportunity to kick together, and kicked the thug into a rolling gourd.

"See Coppola?" asked Mr. Link, gasping.

"West corner. The Green Masked Imp replied, and rushed to the side of his rival who was shaking to his feet.

Mr. Link stumbled a few steps, and sure enough, he saw the blue-haired man, remembering Principal Jiao Ming's advice about 'the villain dies from talking too much', and put on a magazine to make a sudden protrusion on his limbs, and then stepped forward to confirm that he was just unconscious, and was overjoyed, took out the antidote and poured it down, while continuing to look for people and mend the knife, while waiting for him to wake up.

But you can't blame Coppola for the waste of firewood, and he was stunned soon after the poisonous smoke spread, after all, it was just a soil system with four rings, and he was more resourceful, and he became the boss by winning people's hearts and being good at operation. Although there are most honest people like Mr. Lin Ke in the artisan group, there are all kinds of birds when the forest is big, and of course there are scheming, angry young people and thorns.

This is probably also due to the fact that 'the radish is fast and does not wash the mud', and at the beginning, the price of metal was used to recruit craftsmen in the territory of the United Kingdom, and the task was heavy, and it was inevitable to put some 'strange birds' who did not obey the discipline into baskets. Whether it is Coppola, last year's 'anti-tax pioneers' and 'revolutionary warriors', most of them are counted as such.

However, nine times out of ten, things are not satisfactory in the world, and at this time, Mr. Lin Ke is facing two, one is that the six-ring qi magician who is responsible for spatial teleportation in the mutual aid association is missing, and he is the only name on the death list that is not crossed, but he doesn't know whether he didn't come or saw the opportunity quickly, and flashed directly. The second is that he didn't talk to Coppola for a few words, as soon as he opened his eyes and saw Mr. Link with a smiling face, he convulsed and swallowed his breath, almost making Mr. Link angry with internal injuries.

Next, the Bloody Claw Army patrol team washed the floor and cleaned up the aftermath, and Principal Jiao Ming went to the back door to catch people. The next evening, in the familiar medical room, when Mr. Link saw Principal Jiao Ming with a wicked smile again, a premonition rose in his heart that was not so good, but thinking about his own situation, he smiled calmly and asked, "What's wrong?"

What is the fear of those who are about to die?

"Congratulations, double happiness. ”

Mr. Link frowned slightly, staring at the other man for the next step.

"This joy is revenge, but this second joy is your future!" After that, Principal Jiao Ming applauded himself. The maids and white coats around continued to be busy with their own affairs, neither daring to interject nor applaud, so that this thin applause even echoed, and the embarrassment was weird, as if there were only Principal Jiao Ming and Mr. Link in the room.

"What do you mean?"

"Am I not clear?" Principal Jiao Ming pretended to be surprised and asked rhetorically, and then continued: "That little black girl of yours is pregnant! ”

In fact, Mr. Link was completely frozen, and all kinds of emotions in his heart were mixed and difficult to distinguish, and even if there was a 'happy', it would not exceed one percent, and after a little thought, it was completely zero.

"Is it mine?"

"You can't be wrong about the time, unless you're playing some strange game in the stone chamber. ”

"That girl is too small, I'm afraid she won't be able to survive this hurdle. Mr. Link shook his head slightly, and what he had seen and heard over the years had made him know that it was very common for young women to give birth to children, especially firstborns, and the death of both mother and child.

"It doesn't have to come out from underneath either. ”

"Do you want to spit it out?" said Mr. Link, sneering, thinking that the young man did not know what it was like for a woman to give birth. But seeing that the other party smiled slightly, he lifted his shirt, stood up like a knife, and slashed horizontally across his belly.

Mr. Link suddenly froze with a contemptuous smile, and his heart skipped a beat, thinking of the black girl's malnourished and thin body, even if there was a water magic to cure it in time, the blood lost in the process of disemboweling the child was enough to kill. After hesitating for a moment, although there was a kind of unbearability in his heart, he still nodded in approval of this plan, and felt more and more that Principal Jiao Ming, who was smiling and talking about this matter, was a madman.

"Hey, you're not looking right! I'm not a medical maniac. This technique sounds bloody and cruel, but in fact, there are enough theories and examples to support it, and it is even more common in my hometown, where tens of thousands of cases are done every day. If you probably don't believe it, then if you can understand it, there are still many technical obstacles to caesarean section here. First of all, the baby is the highest priority, and the little black girl is neutered, after all, the organs are more complex than the muscles and bones, and under the urging of the healing ability of water magic, it is common to grow crooked, and the second child is not to think about it. If it is high, it will be a life, but the probability is not large.

But either way, you don't really care. Not to mention that there are a lot of beautiful women outside, your old bird alone may not have bullets, and some are also soaked in green mist elixir, which is not very useful. ”

Mr. Link snorted coldly, not arguing.

"Secondly, it's not cheap, you can imagine how much people eat and feed their horses every day. You can't waste your time and energy on a worthless pregnant woman......"

"Don't waste time going around in circles and just saying what you want me to do. ”

"Alive. ”

"Huh?"

"Completely abstain from the green mist potion, for the sake of your heirs. ”

"What do you get out of it?"

"Fun. Principal Jiao Ming smiled, saw Mr. Link's more puzzled expression, and explained, "I miss the way you lie in the vomit and convulsions every day. ”

Mr. Link shook his head, giving up on the idea of the madman, and muttered as he thought about the heir.

"There is a saying in my hometown that unfilial piety is the greatest, and you don't need to delve into the specific meaning, in short, it emphasizes the importance of leaving heirs. In fact, this truth is also very simple, think about your father and mother in the depths of your memory, who worked hard to pull you up. And the second elder also has parents, and these four also have parents, counting from generation to generation, it is like a vine spreading in the long river of history, and countless people's fatherly and maternal love are concentrated on you. It's not that they owe you, you're just a carrier of this love, and while you enjoy its blessings, you need to continue to endure the hardships of life and pass it on. If you cut it off like this, don't you feel too selfish, sorry for these countless dead people?

Besides, I've heard you asking all around asking the question, 'If you go missing suddenly, are there any relatives or friends who are worried about looking for you?' And the reason why I ask this question is because this unfortunate encounter makes you realize that life is incomplete, but you don't know what is missing. Then let me tell you, having an heir is like a vine that gives birth to new sprouts, and it is a complete link. Don't you think this child is the answer, a chance to redeem a miserable life?"

Mr. Link's childhood memories flashed by scenes, and his lips moved, but he still didn't say anything after all.

"Two choices, or soak in the green mist potion and let that black girl fend for herself, along with the little things in her stomach. Or rely on my soul fragments, completely quit the green mist potion, and then desperately raise the child. I'm a busy man, I don't have time to grind with you, so I'll give you an answer tomorrow. Of course, as a clown who brings me fun, your soul will be deposited with you first, and if I die in front of you old thing, you will be cheaper. ”

......

The next day, Mr. Link was transferred to the general ward, after all, the self-healing ability of the magic warriors of the four-ring water system was no joke, and the white coat in charge of taking care of it was all evacuated and replaced by the thin black girl who showed no signs of pregnancy at all. But this half-day of getting along still made Mr. Link make a decision to live.

Principal Jiao Ming is crazy, ruthless and unrighteous but disdains to lie, saying that if he is left to fend for himself, he will not take care of it. Once I give up, I'm afraid that this girl will be thrown back to the slums outside the town tonight, and it is not difficult to imagine what will happen after that. On the premise that the mother and child are safe, if you are lucky, you can find an ugly man who doesn't mind to spend the rest of your life, and the child will either be drowned directly, or spend a miserable childhood in oppression and unpopularity, and then be sold. If you are unlucky, you can only make a living by doing some leather and meat business, and considering its appearance, the business will not be very good, and then one large and one small will die on the streets in hunger and cold.

It was not just an explosion of Mr. Linko's imagination, but that it was happening all the time in the slums and slave groups of this world, perhaps only a small part of the aristocracy at the top was unaware of it.

After dinner, after giving Principal Yu Jiaoming an affirmative answer, looking at the little black girl who didn't know anything because of the language problem, Mr. Lin Ke didn't know which tendon was wrong, and asked with a gesture: "Do you hate me?"

When the little black girl finally understood the meaning of this question, she knelt down in trepidation, and explained in a half-baked lingua franca, to the effect that she didn't hate at all, and as long as she wasn't hungry, she would be very happy.

Mr. Lin Ke shook his head and secretly scolded himself for being stupid, in this case, normal people know how to answer, and it is pointless to ask or not to ask.

......

After recovering from the trauma, Mr. Lin Ke was swept out of the house with the little black girl and returned to the bachelor apartment after a long absence. The little black girl naturally got busy quickly, wiped everything clean, and cleaned it up.

Mr. Lin Ke nodded, briefly explained a few words, and went out. One was to report to the school to see if he could continue to be a chemistry teacher, and by the way, he learned that the school did send two security guards to go around the town twice to find someone, but to no avail, he reported the case. The second is to purchase the raw materials of Qingwu medicine, after all, according to the withdrawal treatment, it is a process of slowly reducing the dosage, and no one can stand it as one-size-fits-all.

The days that followed were also very simple, and everything seemed to go back to when the blue mist potion was just discovered. I went to school during the day, mixed the green mist potion at night, and sold it through Principal Jiao Ming's channels, and when I happened to see Black Finger, I remembered his dedication and gave him a piece of money. Although it is not as good as the cash at the headquarters of the 'Mutual Aid Association' as originally expected, it is somewhat of a heart.

The external situation was more complicated, with the news of the demise of the 'Mutual Aid Society' not attracting much attention, and Mr. Link becoming a 'powerful and zealous crowd' with the result that 'although the methods were cruel, he would not be criminally prosecuted because he had justice in his heart'. In addition, in the matter of the green mist potion, it was a mess, and almost everyone in the streets and alleys of the school tavern was holding an onion newspaper and pointing and arguing. The lingua franca of various dialect accents flew together, and Mr. Link, who passed by and heard it, would always laugh involuntarily.

First, a proposal to completely ban the Blue Mist Elixir in the Tro Territory was rejected. Then there were calls for safe concentrations, which were then silenced by an article in The Onion about distillation and other methods. Finally, some people said that the so-called addiction is not important, and that people who are addicted to it are only because they lack social and family care, so they should strengthen their moral construction and relax their restrictions. Later, some people accused the author of the previous article of receiving black money from the Qingwu Pharmaceutical Manufacturer, and implied that The Onion Newspaper actually collected money for publishing this kind of article.

Seeing this, Mr. Link finally burst out laughing, Principal Jiao Ming is not only the largest producer of Qingwu Elixir, but also the behind-the-scenes boss of The Onion Newspaper, and this article that I don't know if it is from Principal Jiao Ming was published in The Onion Newspaper. That thing was really crazy.

But as the temperature dropped, no amount of funny articles in the Onion newspaper could make Mr. Link laugh, because from the results of his daily examination of his body with the medium of fire magic, everything was rapidly deteriorating, and even if he endured the pain of withdrawal, his body was still collapsing.

On the one hand, he frowned secretly, and always felt that the self-healing ability of the magic warriors of the four-ring water system was not limited to this. On the other hand, he lamented that he still couldn't see the little guy after all. Under the entanglement of all kinds of complex thoughts, the dosage of Qingwu medicine was slightly negligent, and the body was once again on a big landslide.

However, Mr. Link sensed that something was wrong, and that night, he used another potion to stimulate himself to stay awake, and then discovered the culprit.

"It turns out that you come to give me a 'extra meal' every night. ”

Huo Ran, who was swinging the medicine bottle, looked up and stared at Mr. Link, who was pretending to be asleep, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Is this what your master meant?"

"It's not. ”

"And what are you for?"

With a pop, the sword was bright. "Your soul. ”

"Oh, I remember, you seem to be Principal Jiao Ming's test subject, I think my soul fragment will be installed on your body?"

The Green Mask Imp walked two steps. "Ninety percent probability, it's worth a fight. ”

"Your master won't be angry?"

"It's fun for you to quit drug addiction, and it's fun for me to kill you, as long as he has fun watching it, he won't mind. ”

"I have another option. ”

"Huh?"

"How about you take care of my child until he is sixteen years old in exchange for me not causing trouble on the way back to the lab and causing my soul to dissipate?"

"Deal. ”