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Mo Huang strolled through the noisy streets, looking left and right, but he seemed a little interested.

In the era of 325 in the flood calendar, although the technology is more advanced and more bizarre, the era of 2o12 is still due to its charm that cannot be ignored.

[Loose faith, moral corruption, difficult survival, all kinds of dirty mess, but it has a depraved beauty that the future does not have, and it is worthy of being the last dark age before the dawn in the history books. 】

Looking at those people who were dizzy and in a hurry, Mo Huang who shuttled through it, like a saint who was independent in the world, looked down on these poor people with pity, for Mo Huang, although he was reborn in this era, he also had the memory of the life experience of this era in his mind, but the imprint left by his life after three hundred years was too strong, so that his personality always showed the character of human beings three hundred years later, Mo Huang also knew this, but he didn't care, the desolate world was coming, and the unprecedented great changes were about to come to human society。

At that time, sentient beings will transition to the era of three hundred years later, and they will only be one step ahead of schedule, and there is nothing bad about it.

Along the way, Mo Huang's mood is like visiting a history museum, examining, observing, and evaluating with the eyes of three hundred years later, but he is detached from it and cannot integrate into it.

When he arrived, Mo Huang remained silent, but he secretly raised his vigilance, because the destination of this trip, although it was not said to be Longtan Tiger's Den, was not a good place.

This is a relatively remote corner of the city, quite the style of the urban-rural junction, high-rise buildings and brick bungalows appear here, with fashion and old charm, but also mixed with vigorous vitality, a fight club called the green wolf is located here.

Mo Huang knew that this was by no means a gathering place for serious fighting enthusiasts, but the headquarters of a local gang.

The Green Wolf Gang, in this era, is not worth mentioning, just a few gangsters gather together, collect protection fees, play tricks such as touching porcelain immortals, occasionally help people fight and even cut people, this club is still the boss of this gang inherited the family inheritance, the appearance is down, and the interior decoration is not much better.

But Mo Huang knows that from tomorrow until the two hundred years of the period, this gang will be famous all over the country, rampant in the world, no one can control it, if it is not for the expansion of ambitions, wanting to openly seek world hegemony, it will not cause a country in China to be exterminated together with countless forces, and the one who created such a momentum is the existence of Duan Tianping, the ancestor-level powerhouse of the Flood Desolate Blue Wolf Duan Tianping.

And this future ancestor-level powerhouse is now just a down-and-out local gangster boss, and only at 11:30 in the evening, the space-time crack opens in this club and sucks him into the desolate world, which is the beginning of the traces of this peerless powerhouse.

"Now that I'm here, will the Flood Wolves still do this?"

Thinking of this question, a sneer hung on the corner of Mo Huang's mouth, although this urban-rural junction is vibrant, but all passers-by avoid this fight club, and there is a look of disgust, and there is a little fear, obviously the reputation of the Green Wolf Gang in this place is not small.

There were a few yellow-haired thugs squatting at the door of the club, staring at the pedestrians around them with fierce eyes, watching the pedestrians dare to speak out or cowardly expressions to amuse, and laughed from time to time.

Mo Huang confirmed the time again, it was only eight and ten o'clock, and there was still a lot of time before the critical moment of half past eleven, but for the sake of his own plan, then he should start acting now.

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If you want to enter with a group of gangsters who can't get along, it is better to go in alone, at least you don't have to worry about the cold guns and calculations from the people around you, not to mention the wolf who has continuous opportunities after entering the flood wilderness.

Therefore, Mo Huang decided to take measures to monopolize the opportunity to enter the flood wilderness in advance.

Although this fight club is decorated in tatters, it covers a large area, although most of it is flat, and there are a few brick houses in it, but according to the market value, even if it is based on the land price of the third-tier county, it will cost tens of millions of Huaxia coins, and the Green Wolf Gang, a local gang that is not big, can have such a large land, which can be seen Duan Tianping's means.

Mo Huang walked around the club for half a circle, found a corner, glanced left and right, and when he saw that there was no one, he got up and jumped, grabbed the wall with both hands, and then turned over and jumped into it with great agility.

When he landed, Mo Huang bent over and arched his back, and the sound of falling was reduced to the point of being inaudible, and as soon as he landed, he half-squatted down, sneaking as fast as a cat, and hiding in a dark place.

Then he took out a mask from his arms, the mask was a cartoon version of the Monkey King, which Mo Huang bought when he passed by a toy store, and it is self-evident what he used to do.

After putting on the mask, Mo Huang quietly closed his eyes and stood for a few breaths, silently using the "Silent Hill" set of combat skills, and when he opened his eyes again, the cold reason and the scorching madness coexisted, and the temperament of the whole person changed, from an ordinary person just now, to a fierce warrior.

This dark place is used by the Heavenly Wolf Gang to practice knives every day, and there happened to be a firewood knife placed on a wooden stack, Mo Huang picked it up, and then walked forward without saying a word.

Every step has an indescribable sense of rhythm, quietly silent but fast and abnormal, as if to fit the shadows of the night, the breath is long, but powerful, the muscles on the body begin to beat slightly, and the firewood knife in his hand is shaking up and down, left and right, which is Mo Huang's attempt to \u67

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The operation of the "Silent Domain" set of combat skills made Mo Huang's heart empty, like a water mirror imprinting the world, and the whole person was acuity improved externally, even the flying traces of mosquitoes could be clearly perceived, and internally, it was a subtle grasp, and even every muscle group could be mobilized at will, which was the source of Mo Huang's confidence, because of this state, he could swing two hundred percent of the current combat power ceiling.

Of course, this set of combat skills is not only useful, but in terms of Mo Huang's physical condition at this time, just like this is already approaching the limit, after all, the time for rebirth is too short.

Every corner, behind the trees, and even in the grass is Mo Huang's foothold, step by step towards the destination, a lonely brick house with a dim yellow light outside the window.

Walking outside the door, standing for a while, Mo Huang listened attentively, and there was a rush and emotional gasp of men and women inside, and it was natural to do whatever to do.

"Knock knock. ”

"Which bastard, didn't you hear that I was cool?"

"Knock knock. ”

There was still a knock on the door, and then a rush of footsteps came from inside the house, and there was a flurry of swearing.

As soon as the door opened, the thugs in the room were about to open their mouths and want to scold to death the bastard who disturbed his Yaxing, when they were interrupted by a strong gust of wind.

The wooden hilt of the knife drew a strange and dazzling curve from left to right with great force, with a low sound of breaking wind, and landed on the temples of the hapless thugs.

"Hmm. Only a low muffled snort came out, and he passed out softly, a wisp of blood slowly flowed down from his mouth, looking at it, even if he woke up, he would only be stupid and drooling and he didn't know anything.

Although he is so heavy-handed, Mo Huang is at ease, let alone the Green Wolf Gang, in the TV series of later generations, even if it is in the history books, it is also a bad and evil goods, and there is nothing wrong with killing it.

Mo Huang stretched out his hand, helped the little gangster and put it on the ground, and then stepped directly in, in the empty room, a wooden bed was unusually conspicuous, and in the sandy white translucent mosquito net, the looming flesh color was particularly eye-catching.

"I'll say okay first, I don't do 3p, I don't do it, I don't do it for money, I'm very familiar with your boss Brother Hong, don't mess around. ”

After lifting the mosquito net, the woman inside first chirped a lot crookedly, but later saw that it was not the little gangster who lifted the tent, but Mo Huang with a strange mask and a firewood knife in his hand, his pupils shrank and he was ready to scream, but the next second the scream was ruthlessly interrupted, and the woman only saw a palm with a strong wind, and then she didn't wake up.

After knocking the woman unconscious and confirming that she couldn't wake up for a day, Mo Huang left quietly as she came, and when the space-time rift opened, Mo Huang didn't want anyone other than himself to be awake.

The architectural layout of the Green Wolf Gang's residence is particularly poor, and the brick houses that serve as gangster dormitories are one after another, scattered and messy, but this arrangement brings Mo Huang great convenience.

Quietly broke down the door, knocked down the thugs inside with lightning speed, then pulled down the door and quietly left again.

When a gangster who urinated outside the house was knocked down and then hid in the grass, the handle of the chai knife in Mo Huang's hand also had a trace of blood, and the face hidden behind the mask also showed a trace of gasping and paleness.

Because until now, Mo Huang has knocked out more than 20 gangsters, and there are some women who are obviously not good people, although every blow is a critical attack, one blow will kill, and it is extremely labor-saving to take advantage of the situation, but the time for rebirth is still too short, although Mo Huang has strengthened it a little, but it is also from the weak physique of an otaku to a healthy adult physique, which is not comparable to that before rebirth, after dozens of violent swings, even in "Silent Leader" In the state of mind of this set of combat skills, with the attitude of a miser, every trace of the body is carefully manipulated, and it cannot prevent the body from gradually approaching the limit.

Moreover, combat skills are not without consumption.

The muscle soreness, numbness, and the mental stinging caused by the strong luck skills impacted Mo Huang's mind step by step.

But at this moment, feeling the limit approaching step by step, Mo Huang did not panic at all, but raised his head with some pleasure, staring at the gradually rising stars, and a trace of intoxication flashed in his eyes.

It's a feeling of nostalgia that I haven't felt in a long time.

What is more refreshing than approaching one's own limit and then rising to the potential to cross the limit, Mo Huang thinks no.

Gazing faintly at the final target, the largest three-story building, the desolate wolf who moved the future generations and left an immortal mark in the history books, is now inside.

In his eyes, there was an unquenchable flame.