Chapter XXXIV Questions

Mo Long threw a heavy bag of money on the table, the night outside the window was still dark, he slowly removed his steel mask, as for the black cloak, it had already been thrown in a corner. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He lay back on his bed, and at one point, he suddenly had the idea of pulling out his phone and scrolling through the dynamic Weibo, but he himself quickly burst into laughter.

He is no longer in the 21st century, when electronic technology was developed.

Moron had the feeling of being a world away, as if in just an instant, he had gone from being an ordinary clerk to the Duke of the Field family, even though the name was in name only.

And the things he has to think about and worry about all day long are no longer how much his rent costs or how much is a month, but have directly become things like becoming stronger, self-preservation, and killing people, which Mo Long once dared not think of.

Our Mr. Traveler has a faint sense of unreality, he sometimes feels that it is almost like a dream, and maybe at some point, he will be able to wake up from this absurd but real dream, and return to his ordinary life that is repeated and busy every day.

But in that world, he at least has his own parents, relatives, and friends, and he doesn't have to worry about being casually pinched to death by all kinds of "big people" who he may not even have heard of.

Mo Long has been in this world for a long time, from the beginning of his survival, to now gradually stabilized, his daily life is once again regular, during the day, go to the Ashton Imperial Royal Academy to absorb his most lacking knowledge, try to understand this huge world as much as possible, and in the night, he wanders in the dark night, killing people who may not be able to intersect with him in his life, and he gradually found that he seems to like this feeling.

Blood and carnage.

There were two more words in his life, but he didn't feel daunted.

He knew that it was another soul in the body he was in front of him that was silently influencing him.

The man named Sparky Field.

Mo Long really wanted to meet that person, the one who was obviously dead, but who affected him with his residual will.

Crossing is never a simple matter, especially soul piercing, Mo Long's soul is just an ordinary clerk from the twenty-first century, it is impossible to erase all the will and thoughts of the original owner of the body at the moment of taking the house, leaving only the memory of his own situation.

Mo Long also knew that if one day, the will in this body truly recognized him, or rather, when they coincided in a sense, he would be able to successfully receive all the memories that belonged to that person.

But at that time, was he Mo Long, a small clerk of the modern earth, or Sparky Field, the second son of the world's not simple extermination?

Mo Long didn't know, he didn't even know how long he could live in this world, but he knew that on the day he crossed, he was hit and killed by a speeding truck, and there was no chance of survival at all.

Mo Long is a realistic person, just like he chooses not to hesitate to do it when he kills, and he will not regret it too much or even regurgitate when he kills someone, when survival is the only goal, all his actions and actions will serve this.

No one is more afraid of death than someone who has died once.

Mo Long came to this world, from the first day to today, maybe he just lived simply.

Mo Long quickly shook his head and smiled, he was in the twenty-first century, why didn't he want to live?

Mo Long stayed for a moment, then sat up again, closed his eyes slightly, and tried to recognize the so-called element.

To be honest, this is really not a simple matter, he doesn't even know what the elements look like, where can he perceive it?

Mo Long asked his nominal teacher, Joan Gratis, who was worthy of the mage's erudition, and did know something, and the answer he gave was quite clear, the first point was to figure out the elements of his affinity.

The energy used by a warrior is also an omni-knowing element in this world, strengthening one's body, and even manifesting it in an energy situation, is an element, and an element that is close to the battle job will show the power carried by him from the outside.

And the elements are born from this power.

Therefore, if Mo Long wants to find the ethereal element, the first problem is to figure out what the attributes of the element he absorbs are.

Although this world is composed of the most basic five elements, the real element system is not so simple, because the five elements can be combined into a variety of new elements, Mo Long's understanding ability in this area is poor, so he directly transferred the messy chemical knowledge he learned, which is like a variety of elements, combined into a compound and other concepts, of course, in the world of the Holy Judgment Continent, the types of elements are completely different from chemical elements, and the number is quite small.

In fact, the problem that Mo Long is facing at the moment is a pit problem, ordinary "normal people" cannot reach the peak of black iron, and they are not clear about their elemental attributes, because when they absorb and strengthen bit by bit, they will definitely be able to understand the elements they are friendly with little by little and even have intuitive cognition.

However, the problem lies here, bronze to black iron, it can be said that there is no threshold, but the absorption speed of ordinary people is very low, from ordinary people to the level of black iron, it will take a year and a half to get a little better, during this period, there is enough time to understand and digest, and Mo Long, his absorption and strengthening speed is simply beyond imagination, overnight, directly jumped to black iron.

Mo Long still felt that he was a genius whose soul pierced the earth, but now, the genius may be a real genius, but it is still the same sentence, the hardware is against the sky and the software is not good......

Mo Long sighed in his heart, and he began to reabsorb and replenish his consumption, and even tried to cross the line of the peak capacity of the black iron, to Mo Long's expectation, his energy storage even exceeded that line.

Our Mr. Traveler couldn't help but be speechless, and sure enough, this body was a gift.

But with such a genius qualification, what did the original owner of this body, the man named Sparky Field, eat, eat, and lived for so many years without achieving anything, what could he do.

Mo Long sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but think: A nobleman is a nobleman, and self-motivation is not good.

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