Chapter 8: The Dilemma

Mo Long almost crawled back to his bed, this kind of blood boiling did not bring indescribable strength, but the extreme speed of his body out of control. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was sweating profusely, wheezing violently, and he didn't know how long it took for him to finally recover and regain control of his body, but his whole body was almost out of strength.

Mo Long took a breath and sat up against the head of the bed, at this time it was still bright outside the window, and the bright sunlight sprinkled in from the window, reflecting the entire empty and slightly empty bedroom.

And the air in this world is not polluted by the 21st century, but gives people a refreshing feeling.

Mo Long's heavy mood was slightly better because of this, he knew that this was another big trouble, his body was out of control, and the ghost knew when he would resonate again and his body would lose control?

Trouble after trouble, but the good news is almost none.

As for that Catherine......

Mo Long did not regret his words at that time, although the other party had the intention of showing favor to himself, but this was a statement made by the king when his situation was clear, and it was far less reliable than the allegiance of the Winter Mercenary Group.

Moreover, as a time-traveler in the 21st century, Mo Long did not believe that people should be distinguished by national and regional races, so Mo Long could be said to be completely instantaneous at that time.

As for resonance, that's something that even Mo Long himself didn't expect.

Just as Mo Long was thinking, there was a soft knock on the door of his room.

At that moment, Mo Long straightened his face: "Enter." ”

It was Ophelia who walked in, and she got straight to the point: "Brent Connor, I've found out - he's a small snake in the East Quarter. ”

Ophelia hesitated slightly at this moment, and said, "He, he has something to do with your sister's business. ”

Mo Long took a breath, and at this moment, there was uncontrollable anger surging from the bottom of his heart, but he was forced to suppress it, and he nodded: "Hmm." ”

"And ......"

Mo Long frowned: "What?"

Ophelia took a breath and said, "Let's ...... I'm going to run out of money, my lord. ”

Hearing this, the corners of Mo Long's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but say, "Our family ......"

The girl knew what he wanted to say, and said directly: "Your family's territory, real estate except for this old mansion has been recovered by His Majesty the King when he was convicted of treason...... And the rest of your family's wealth was basically robbed of two days ago, we, we came too late......"

Mo Long frowned, this is also what he can't understand, the original owner of this body is too wasteful, right?

What's more, others may not know, but Mo Long himself knows, although this body is only the level of ordinary people, it is not at all the leg disability that has gone viral outside.

This Mo Long is even more incomprehensible - why did the original owner of this body pretend to be a cripple, backed by a big family like Field, but unwilling to cultivate?

Unbeknownst to Moron, Ophelia had more doubts than he did.

In the girl's opinion, with Mo Long's "identity", how could she watch her relatives being executed one by one and the entire family being emptied?

And who left that terrible knife mark?

She personally pulled Mo Long back from the Ghost Gate, knowing that Mo Long at that time was really out of oil, from his fighting spirit to his physical condition, and the vertical and horizontal knife marks were so fierce that as long as he was half a point forward, he could be cut into two ends alive.

However...... Who can force "such an existence" to such a tragic point?

But this doubt, Ophelia just thought about it, because she could "know" Mo Long's identity, and the other party himself didn't tell it, and their entire mercenary group was also a little "confused".

Of course, Mo Long didn't know that he had been "thought" to be a big man, he was embarrassed because he had no money, a day ago, he swore that he was talking about family wealth sharing, and now it seems that he is not slapping himself in the face?

He thought about all kinds of troubles, but he ignored the problem of money.

If you don't pay for it, what will you do to make people sell your life?

At that moment, Mo Long said with a gloomy face: "How many more?"

Ophelia replied as if she didn't see Mo Long's expression: "Most of the valuable items have almost been removed, and the remaining gold and silver products, we have collected them, and they can last for more than ten days at most." ”

Mo Long took a breath, this time he finally knew what it was like to stump a penny for a hero.

He said: "Don't worry, I will find a way to make money." ”

Ophelia looked at him, and she was quite relieved, what kind of character is the other party, this kind of question, in the eyes of the other party, it can't be a problem, right?

Mo Long's mood just got a little better because of the news and became bad again, so he only kept a dark face and didn't speak.

Ophelia only thought about what to do, so she didn't plan to bother here, but slowly withdrew from the room after bowing to the young man.

Mo Long watched the girl walk all the way out of his room, sighed, let go of speculation and consideration of people's hearts, and began to seriously think about the issue of money.

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