The twilight is like sediment suspended in a turbid current, gradually settling in stillness. The sun sets in the west, people return, and birds return to the forest.

When Mo Ming woke up again, the hill under the slanting sun turned dark purple, like a reef in the sea of clouds, the sunset sprinkled a layer of gold dust on the surface of the river, and the sunset trembled slightly like colored silk to evenly distribute the powder.

It was already the dawn of the sunset, and the silent jackdaws were carrying bright clouds and neon clothes, facing the sunset, flying in the sky, and the lonely ancient trees watched the sunset disappear.

Ouyang Feng also sat on the small bench outside the door, he closed his eyes and looked inward, looking at a speckled and obsolete color, like the afterglow of the sunset.

"Brother Feng, where is my senior brother?" Mo Ming stood quietly beside him and asked.

"He's gone, as if no one remembers."

Mo Ming nodded silently and did not speak, he knew that it was not the wine that made Huang Yaoshi forget all his memories.

Night falls silently on the desert...

After that day, the two got along harmoniously, and since Mo Ming came, Ouyang Feng would sometimes take him to the desert to see what was around the desert, talking and laughing, and gradually became familiar.

This period of time is the most leisurely life he has lived, he doesn't have to think too much, he trains martial arts moves seriously every day, meditates and practices, and Ouyang Feng will also remind him from time to time in his spare time.

A month passed quickly, and Mo Ming could clearly feel the changes that occurred in his body every day, the muscles, fascia, meridians, bones, and internal organs could feel the full strength, and even more sensitive reaction speed and superb fighting skills, all of which showed that the two martial arts were indeed effective.

At noon, the peaks were dressed in golden armor, the sun was jumping on the water, Mo Ming waved his palms under the scorching sun, each palm was extraordinarily tricky, full of strength, and vaguely seemed to be able to see the blood floating in the palm lines.

He knew that this was a new substance formed by the combination of the super cells in his body and the internal force formed by the mental method, Mo Ming asked Ouyang Feng, and the latter didn't know what to call it, and thought it was the internal force formed by his unique physique.

Mo Ming gave him a domineering name, Blood Yuan Force.

Originally, the Luoying Divine Sword could only increase the effectiveness of 5% after reaching Xiaocheng, but under the effect of the blood element force, Mo Ming was able to increase the energy effectiveness of the cells to 7%.

Don't underestimate this two percent, this improves the energy supply efficiency of the cells of the whole body, and the effect is completely different.

Mo Ming stopped, shook the sweat flowing all over his body, threw out crystal dew in the sun, adjusted his breathing, and turned around to walk indoors.

Seeing that Ouyang Feng was entertaining business in the living room, the gentle smile in his Mo Che eyes became stronger and stronger, and he looked at the man sitting at the table and said.

"It seems that you are also in your early forties, in the past forty years, there are always some things that you don't want to mention again, or some people you don't want to see again, some people have been sorry for you, maybe you thought about killing them, but you don't dare, or you think it's not worth it, in fact, it's easy to kill."

Looking at his brother's handsome face, with an evil and somewhat cynical smile, Mo Ming touched his forehead, in fact, he had never seen Ouyang Feng kill people in person after he had been here for so long.

There was a middle-aged man sitting across the table, he was frowning tightly at the moment, falling into a long silence, as if he was at war between heaven and man, constantly frustrating his shabby clothes with his big rough calloused hands, and then as if he had made a big decision, he gritted his teeth and looked at Ouyang Feng with a firm expression.

Mo Ming pursed his lips helplessly, thinking about it, he knew that another demon in his heart was released, and he didn't continue to look at it, turned around and walked to the door and sat down.

After a while, as expected, the middle-aged man walked out happily, his eyes seemed to brighten, and he strode away.

After a while, Ouyang Feng lifted the shabby canvas in front of the door, he looked secretly, a sneer slipped on his thin cold lips, and he looked at the back of the man leaving with a bit of coldness in his laziness.

"Amin, why did you come back so early today, is there something wrong with me?" Ouyang Feng's face changed, and he said with a shallow but gentle smile.

"Brother Feng, thank you for taking care of me these days, I have been away from home for a month, and I want to go home to see my relatives." Mo Ming clenched his fists and bowed solemnly to Ouyang Feng.

The latter was stunned for a moment, his smile suddenly disappeared, and his face darkened a little, "Well, remember to come and see my brother more in the future." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked indoors, but he directly left Mo Ming outside and ignored it again.

The latter was at a loss, scratched his head, did not know where he had offended him again, and walked slowly down the hill in desperation, and looked back at the little mud house.

It wasn't until there were fewer and fewer earthen houses behind him that Mo Mingfang called out to Ex in his heart, "Return to the main world." ”

The light and shadow shuttled, and all the characters in front of him were gone, and he returned to a small forest he had found when he left.

Mo Ming rubbed his whole body muscles, and sure enough, he had to adapt to the different laws of the two worlds back and forth, and the load on his body was still relatively large, and it seemed that he still needed to strengthen his tempering.

"Alas, the next time I want to shoot the Condor, I have to store it for five months again, it's really troublesome." Mo Ming complained a little, after all, five months of energy can only be exchanged for one month of cultivation time, and everyone feels a little hard.

But when he thought of what he had gained, he was relieved.

He closed his eyes, relaxed himself, and felt the strength of his whole body with his heart, as if he could feel the vitality of the cells under every inch of skin, the frequency of the blood pulse.

It's so cool!

"Ex, the blood element power in my body is probably enough for me to use it with all my strength a few times." After all, it was only a short month of cultivation, and the blood element power in the cells in Mo Ming's body was not infinite.

[Based on your current strength, play at full strength for half an hour.] 】

Mo Ming predicted in his heart that he would probably be able to increase all his attributes by at least half under the condition of bursting out with all his strength, which is quite good to think about.

This strength plus martial arts, not to mention crushing the American team, there is nothing wrong with fighting quite well.

[In addition, remind you that in the month you traveled to the Condor World, Mr. Howard called you twenty-seven times and voicemailed thirteen times, whether or not to respond to him.] 】

Mo Ming's face twitched, his brow furrowed, and he was thinking about how to explain to Howard that he had disappeared for a month.

He had thought that no one would care about him even if he disappeared for a year, but now it seems that he was wrong.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or helpless.

"Let's listen first, find the most comprehensive voice playback."

Mo Ming gently rubbed his forehead and said.

"Smith, I'm Stark, I'm developing a scientific study in General Ross's desert base, you're an expert in this, there seem to be some problems lately, please call back if it's convenient for you."