I had the impression that Moreau's hands were very powerful, but I didn't feel the slightest strength when his hands were grabbing my wrists. I subconsciously looked at his wrist and was surprised to find that there was a scarlet scar on his wrist, and I immediately reacted that Moreau's tendons had been broken.

"Mr. Morrow, what's the matter with your hands?" I asked hurriedly.

Moreau didn't answer, but stood up with difficulty on my shoulders, and then he walked to the table next to him with the bottle of whiskey, and then I realized that he was also quite struggling to walk, one foot moving forward, and the other foot was dragging behind, and it was obvious that one of his feet was also useless. "Mr. Morrow."

'Wu Dao, why did you think of coming to England to see me?' "Morrow beckoned to me and said;" Come and have a drink with me. ”

I walked over to that and sat down across from Moreau, who had wanted to open a bottle of wine and pour me a glass, but his right hand didn't even have the strength to open the cap.

"I'll do it." I took the bottle next to Moreau, then opened the cap and poured myself a glass, and then tried to pour Moreau a glass, but what I didn't expect was that he directly took the whole bottle of wine in my hand, and then drank the wine in the bottle with a grunt.

I didn't drink the glass of wine in front of me, but stared at Moreau intently, and said, "I was found by Donald and them, and I almost understand the situation on your side, Mr. Moreau, I think you should cheer up now."

As if he hadn't heard me at all, Morrow continued to drink the last drop of the bottle as if he hadn't heard me, only to see him look his eyes to the rim, stand up after making sure there was no more wine in it, and then limp towards the bar. At this time, there was a young waiter standing on the other side of the bar, and he had seen the scene that had just happened, so the waiter was very frightened, and when he saw Moreau walking towards him, the waiter's face became extremely unnatural.

"Hey, man, you're opening me a bottle." Moreau came up to the waiter, his voice full of decadence and hoarseness.

The waiter frowned slightly, and then said very politely: "Sir, you have already drunk a lot, we have rules here, I'm sorry I can't sell you any more wine." Moreau was furious all of a sudden, and then he grabbed the waiter's collar with his left hand and said viciously, "Do you know who I am?"

"Sir."

Moreau unceremoniously wanted to bring up the waiter, which was completely easy for him before, but now Moreau is blushing, but the waiter is motionless, and then the waiter may also be frightened, and subconsciously pushed Moreau, but he didn't expect to push Moreau to the ground very easily.

“fuck。” Moreau cursed and staggered up from the ground, Donald and the others tried to help him, but I stopped them.

All this is in my eyes, when did the dignified god of death rule Morrow fall to the point of bullying the bartender of other people's bars, and even was pushed to the ground by others.

"Man, you have heard me clearly, Lao Tzu is the god of death, the god of death who presides over the lives of you ants."

As he spoke, Moreau was about to rush towards the waiter again, but I immediately picked up the glass of whiskey next to me and moved in front of Moreau, blocking his way.

"Wu Dao, what are you doing, you are in my way." "You're a piece of shit." I unceremoniously poured the wine in my hand on his face, and then grabbed him by the collar: "Sober up, do you know what you are like now?"

"Wu Dao, you get out of the way for me and give me wine."

"Drink your mother's fuck."

I unceremoniously smashed the cup in my hand on Moreau's head, and immediately blood flowed down his forehead, and the atmosphere around him instantly froze, and Moreau stood in place and looked at me stupidly, as if he didn't expect me to hit him with a wine glass.

Without saying a word, I dragged Morrow out of the bar as if he were carrying a dead dog, and Donald and the others didn't say a word, and followed me all the way.

Ten minutes later, we came to the top of one of the town's bell towers, the tallest building in the town, and we had a great view of the town.

I threw Moreau to the ground on the rooftop, and then asked Donald to fetch a bucket of cold water from a small lake not far away, and then poured the whole basin of cold water on Moreau's body.

Morrow was splashed like a chicken in soup, and he lay on the ground panting heavily, his face still numb and decadent.

I shook my head helplessly, then squatted down and looked at him and said, "Teacher Morrow, this is not you I know, don't let me down."

Moreau looked at me and didn't speak, just smiled, his smile didn't look charming at all, and even had a little bit of a feeling of lovelessness.

"Do you know how much effort the three of them made to get to China to find me?" I immediately said: "They did not hesitate to kidnap an entire class of students, and they were almost wiped out by our domestic military, just to find me, and then come to the UK to help you recover your fighting spirit."

"Moreover, before they came to China, there were dozens of people, but when they finally managed to reach China, there were only three people left, and they did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives in order to help the revival of the Grim Reaper.

Mo Luo's facial muscles trembled slightly, looking very painful, and finally he looked at me with those cloudy eyes and said, "Wu Dao, you better go back, you can't help here, we can't fight the blood clan."

"If you don't try, how do you know you can't fight?"

"What am I going to fight them for?" Mo Luo stretched out his right hand towards me, and at the same time pointed to his left leg, and said: "Wasted, not only my strength has been abolished, but even my hands and feet have also been abolished, and my Death Scythe has also been shattered by a prince of the Blood Clan, I am not even as good as an ordinary person now, what else do you think I can use to fight with other people's Blood Clan?"

"The Blood Emperor of the Blood Clan killed our king, he took out our king's heart, and snatched the Holy Grail of the Holy See of Light, it won't be long before he can resurrect a Blood Ancestor, do you know what a Blood Ancestor is? In terms of your Dongfang's strength division, it is legendary-level, Wu Dao, legendary-level powerhouse, do you think we can have a chance of winning against them? ”

When it comes to the legend level, my nerves can't help but tighten, indeed, with the level of strength we are involved in now, the legend level is definitely an unshakable mountain, if the blood emperor of the blood clan really resurrects a legendary-level powerhouse, then we really don't have the slightest chance of winning.

"But, hasn't the ancestor of that blood clan been successfully resurrected yet?" I immediately said, "So, while the ancestor of the blood clan has not been resurrected, the god of death may still have a chance of turning the tables, once that ancestor is successfully resurrected, then you really don't even have the slightest chance of winning."

"No, Wu Dao, even if the Ancestor is not resurrected, we can't have the slightest chance of winning in the face of the powerful Blood Emperor of the Blood Clan."

From Moreau's tone, I couldn't hear a little fighting spirit at all, and now he was completely a waste in my eyes, a nameless fire rose from the bottom of my heart, and I smashed Moreau's face with a punch that I didn't care about: "Moreau, you're so fucking disappointing, I don't understand, why did you become like this, where did your fighting spirit go?"

Moreau was beaten by me and had a nosebleed, and then he looked at me with an expression that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, and his expression really made me feel very helpless and speechless.

"Wu Dao, you haven't experienced this, so you can never experience such a feeling." A trace of sadness that could not be concealed appeared on Morrow's face, his eyes also turned red at this time, and even tears rolled in his eyes: "Our king is dead, four of the Seven Grim Reaper have died, and you know that one of the four who died is my fiancée, and we are about to get married, but she is dead, do you know how she died?"

Speaking of this, Moreau's expression became extremely hideous, and he kept twitching, as if he was in great pain: "She was killed, and the person who killed him was my best brother."

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