Star Master

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Quiche, the center of the square on the second floor, the cabin that was as bright as daylight was adjusted to the night sky mode.

The huge suspended light curtain is playing the action romance comedy blockbuster released in the previous section of Xingmeng.

From time to time hahaha laughter sounded.

On the sofa in front of the light curtain, Mo Ye several people sat in a row, and the long metal case in front of the sofa was filled with various snacks.

As a wounded person who needs warm-up mental strength and a sharp pension, Mo Ye every day except meditation is emptying out in a daze. In short, it is not suitable to use the brain.

On the occasion of being bored, the Master Master accidentally saw such an advertisement when browsing the star network. "The big vision film and television on-demand system can be downloaded offline. The monthly subscription is more cost-effective. You deserve it."

As a result, the daily comedy activity began, and it was only by watching comedies that did not require brain nerves to relax.

In such a boring and leisurely life of watching movies, the Quiche has taken advantage of the many interstellar transition points of the Principality of Agia, jumped around the circle ten times in a row, and left the small tail behind him clean.

By this time, he had returned to the territory of the Free Federation, not far from Burgess.

After these days of cultivation, the aftereffects of Mo Ye's excessive use of mental power have alleviated, and the gloomy breath on his body has disappeared.

It is also a harmless, cute and beautiful girl.

The gas field bonus for the strangers is gone, and the other friends in the omelet are also relieved.

Luo Meizi even sighed with Mo Ye, and sincerely sighed, "Dare not hug it two days ago."

11 Despised glanced at Luo sister, and cut out, "Let's let go of you, be as powerful as a cow, be careful not to paint ink."

Mo Ye didn't care about the noisy two, and only listened to Xiaoqi's report on the progress of the voyage.

"Master, you can return to Burgess in a day's trip."

"Ok."

Xiaoqi explained the route and said another thing, "Master, the news that we have found Mitchell was leaked. There are rumors in the guild forum and on the Internet. Some people have uploaded the ruins of Rousseff Star Casino. Surveillance video.

A number of explorer groups are investigating our news, and all aspects of the parliament and Shenci Pharmaceutical have sent letters, hoping that we will hand over Mitchell, so as not to hinder the relevant investigations. I have notified the group of Yan Long, he said that it was enough for him to handle it. "

Mo Ye supported his chin with one hand and nodded. It was natural to give it to Yan An. She didn't want to communicate with those people at all. It was bothersome and troublesome.

Mo Ye suddenly remembered that the search for Mitchell's news was a mission issued by the guild. "What reaction did the guild have?"

Xiao Qi flew to Mo Ye and sat down, "There is no movement from the guild."

It is not surprising that the guild did not move, but the relationship between Ye Yanluo Explorer Group and the guild is not an ally with good cooperation. It makes no sense to press on this kind of thing.

However, Elder Qi Yu contacted Mo Ye in private, and raised a mouthful while discussing the way of spiritual cultivation.

Mo Ye exposed the topic without mentioning it.

Qi Yu also guessed that Ye Yan Luo had other plans, but he laughed. He, a retired veteran cadre, could not manage these things. Let Mo Ye be more careful.

To say that the biggest gain in the past few days of the Quiche is undoubtedly Angus is willing to confess.

Mo Ye visits Angus every day, mainly to add magic to the **** thorns that surround Angus.

At this time, Angus looked more than ten years old, and there was no intact skin on his body. The whole person was wrapped in blood-red vines like a cocoon.

When Mo Ye appeared, the dim and turbid bloodshot eyes suddenly shrunk. This was an instinctive fear. A hallowed saint-level strongman is now full of fear.

"I said, I said everything, you can't speak without faith, you must make me die happy."

Mo Ye nodded, "Okay."

Then Angus told him everything he knew starting from himself.

Angus Huon, who was 132 years old, had hallucinations with special abilities, a third-order saint, and a third-level physical skill.

He is a holy-level strongman secretly cultivated by the Divine Pharmacy. He originally belonged to the Dark Guard Camp. He grew up in an orphanage funded by the Divine Pharmacy. After awakening his ability, he was sent to the Dark Guard Camp for training.

Angus leaned against the bulkhead and gasped slightly, "The number of Holy Powers of God-given Pharmaceutical is far greater than the figures announced. There are at least a dozen as far as I know. ..."

According to Angus, these people secretly worked for the God-given medicine industry, but in name they did not have anything to do with the God-given medicine industry.

"Shenci Pharmaceutical has always secretly cultivated its forces in the Weilan Empire. The Dark Guard Camp is an armed force led directly by the helmsman who is not controlled by the Presbyterian Church. I am also one of them, and the senior members do not know each other’s truth. Identity."

Most of the basic members of the Dark Guards Camp grew up with the support of the God-given pharmaceutical industry from an early age, and were trained as dead men. They were only loyal to the helm of the God-given pharmaceutical industry, and some of the members were the experimental products of genetic medicine. With some staged success, the selected gene warrior.

Unless advanced to the Saint level, their life and death are controlled by the God-given pharmaceutical industry. Only a command from the owner is required. The nano bomb that penetrates into each gene of their blood will instantly explode, exploding the whole person into pieces.

Most dead people have no independent thinking ability, just some human figure fighting puppets.

Angus has ceased to be a controlled puppet since he advanced to the Holy Order. His own life is decided by himself, and he is not as faithful to God's medicine.

The torture of **** thorns is terrible. Every minute of life is like a walking hell. He clearly feels the torture and pain he has suffered. He does not care about the secrets and secrets of God’s pharmaceutical industry. Shake it out.

Knowing that his life was coming to an end, Angus looked up at Mo Ye half-deadly and suddenly laughed, "Hehe, even if you killed me, it does not mean anything. God-given pharmaceutical industry is not so easy to be overturned. .."

At this moment, Angus no longer wanted to survive, only to die.

A saint-level strongman, if he concentrates on revenge, the threat is too great, he has no choice but to die.

"I said it, I said it all."

"Kill me, kill...kill me."

Mo Ye gave Angus a happy heart as promised.

Angus explained several strongholds and contact information of the Dark Guard Camp, and even gave a list.

Although he didn't know the real names of the Saint-level strongmen, Angus spoke out the attributes and codenames he knew, so that if Yan Yan wanted to investigate at least one direction.

This time the harvest is not too small, Angus, a saint, is very valuable.

In the other labyrinth room, Mitchell was also imprisoned. Although he was not physically tortured, he could witness the tortured picture of Angus every day.

Listening to the other person’s pain repeatedly, Mitchell’s heart was not as calm as it seemed.

Mitchell was cold-hearted and brutal, but this does not mean that he would like those pains to fall on himself. When he thought that Mo Ye and others might deal with Angus, he could not restrain his inner agitation and crisis. Feelings came out of my heart a little, but more excited.

Such a cruel person is qualified to be his partner, so that he can add weight to the success of his plan.

the next day,

A bright and shiny flying object descended from the sky above the northern hemisphere of Burgess.

The Quiche is back.

There is no time for leisure time to come back this time.

Mo Ye didn't even bother to go and say hello to Mo Jingqiu before heading to the ancient city of Naville.

Xiao Hei's situation is very dangerous.

The fire of the soul is dimming day by day, and even the nagging words in the mouth are getting weaker and weaker. Continue to do this, which is a rhythm that will disappear.

As for Mitchell, Betty supervised and handed over to Yan An, and she had no idea what to do with it.

Cultivated an undead knight, how could Mo Ye allow Xiao Hei to die halfway.

At this time, Xiaohei could hardly condense his human form, and his body became more and more transparent.

Mo Yema kept running towards the ancient city of Naville, teleporting from the magic tower into the cemetery.

In a black tower in the misty wilderness of the cemetery, the little black was lying weak on the stone bed, and there was a faint layer of black mist floating on the surface.

Skeleton butler Orom’s white finger bones touched Xiao He’s forehead, staring at the fire of the soul in his eyes, and after a long inspection, he said to Mo Ye, “The soul energy is very weak, and his spirit has been greatly traumatized ."

Can you say something useful?

Orom probably heard Mo Ye’s voice, “But Master Mo Ye don’t have to worry, as long as you rest well in the cemetery, it can be restored.”

Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could save.

Most of the undead don’t remember the past, but Xiao Hei is different. His strength comes from pain, so he always remembers his heart.

The illusion caused him to fall into illusion and repeat his memory, so the pain was multiplied.

This cemetery was originally the place where dead people live. The undead have the most energy and are full of yin, which is the most suitable place for the living of undead creatures.

The prerequisites for Xiaohei recovery are also available.

Mo Ye did not place Xiaohei in the magic tower, but took it to the open space outside the tower, which was wrapped in dense fog.

The nourishment of the undead is nothing more than sitting quietly and absorbing elemental energy. The door requires a lot of undead, both of which can be adopted in the cemetery.

Entering the cemetery for several days, the fire of Xiaohei's soul no longer showed the danger signal flickering, just talking nonsense in his mouth.

"no no...."

"I will come to save you."

"Beniya... mother..."

"My fault... it's all my fault..."

Mo Ye got closer and finally understood a little from Xiao He's intermittent words.

The illusion that Angus let Xiaohei enter is probably related to his life experience, and obviously those memories are probably not good.

Otherwise, Xiao Hei will not be so obsessed with death.

The battlefield and the other side of the island are full of grievances and evil spirits. Mo Ye takes Xiao He from time to time to find food.

In the cemetery, the suppression of spiritual power is very strong, and Mo Ye simply left to heal with Xiaohei, and by the way, exercise the mental power to make it more solid.

Because of the time difference, staying in the cemetery for an extra period of time has no effect.

Mo Ye stayed at the Magic Tower.

The magic tower has only a skeleton butler, and Mo Ye doesn't feel lonely.

It is normal for a magician to stay in the magic tower for a few years without going out.

Mo Ye meditates every morning, and then takes Xiao Hei out to find food. There are a lot of evil spirits floating in the cemetery. Mo Ye can do this to solve the security problems for the burial locals.

With devouring one after another evil spirits, coupled with the warmth of the environment, Xiao Hei's extinct soul fire finally lighted up completely.

Mo Ye soaked in the library of the Magic Tower, looking at the magic handpieces left by Orozius every day. In addition to the undead magic, there are many other magic handbooks related to attributes.

In this way, Mo Ye lived in the cemetery for more than a year, but only one day after he came out.

"Are you leaving?"

Xiaohe shook his head, his expression was more silent than before, and Mo Ye knew that Xiaohei's memories had basically been restored because of this stimulation.

"I want to stay to improve the rank."

Mo Ye nodded, not surprised by Xiao Hei's decision.

After death, the evil spirits that can still retain some memory fragments can be imagined how strong the obsession in this life is, and how strong the resentment in my heart is. Since the memory is completely restored at this time, Xiaohei definitely wants to Understand the grievances during his lifetime.

Mo Ye fully understood Xiaohe's determination to advance further at this time.

Xiaohei continued to stay, and Mo Ye returned to Burgess.

Before I left, I went to the teleportation point of the ancient city of Naville. Although the exploration team had casualties, most of them still insisted, and it was not without gain.

Mo Ye came out of the cemetery but only one day passed. Mitchell was still being aired by Yan An.

When Yan An saw Mo Ye and saw her yawning and lying on the sofa drinking juice, she knew that the sequelae of overuse of mental energy should be gone, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"In the past few days, someone came to me every day to ask for Mitchell, especially Shenci Pharmaceutical." Yan An hooked his mouth, obviously in a good mood, "Shenci Pharmaceutical still has a handle on Mitchell. Up, this handle may not be small."

"You don't ask me what to do?"

"I believe in you." Mo Ye said this naturally, without hesitation.

Yan An "..." You are obviously too lazy to control, how can you make it so comfortable that you can't refute it.

Yan An has already acknowledged his fate.

Yan An smiled a little brighter and said, "Death doesn't admit it, anyway they have no evidence that Mitchell is in our hands."

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