Chapter 59 No Need to Endure Anymore
"The one shaking in the corner, come out and stop looking. I'm talking about you."
Mo Lan's mental power radiated within a ten-meter radius with himself as the center. Everything within the ten-meter radius was reflected in his mind without any omission.
"Not coming out yet? Five, four, three..."
"Come out, I'm coming out, don't, don't."
A warrior came out from the corner trembling. Mo Lan could sense the fluctuation of fighting spirit, but he couldn't be sure of his level. He could only be sure that he was a job-changer.
The moment he stood out, five wind blades were activated directly, but they were different from Al's that were all placed in the same place.
After precise calculation, Mo Lan released the wind blade technique in five different directions. The wind blades broke through the air and drew five different trajectories.
When this man came out and saw Feng Ren, his eyes widened in despair.
"You don't keep your word!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't care about anything else and grabbed the dagger hidden behind him and chopped it down hard.
"I didn't promise you anything."
Mo Lan shrugged and continued looking at him.
The moment the dagger fell, a black light fell on the dagger, obviously some magic was used.
The dagger flashing with black light directly cut off the wind blade and caused the entire wind blade to disintegrate in an instant.
Mo Lan was slightly surprised to see this, but continued to watch calmly.
Before the man could be happy about breaking the wind blade, he felt a sharp pain and a wind blade fell directly on his right arm and thigh.
For Mo Lan, whose brain is comparable to a computer, he doesn't need to know your activity habits or predict the direction of avoidance.
As long as there are enough spell scrolls, they can cover all the distances he can move within a unit of time.
Whether you hide or not...does it make a difference?
At least it makes no difference to the little warrior who is currently only level five.
Mo Lan looked at the warrior whose right arm and right leg were torn, tilted his head and thought for a while, and another wind blade flew by.
"ah!"
Amidst the wailing, the warrior's left hand and arm were torn apart, and because he subconsciously dodged, even his stomach was cut.
"Who told you to move around? Look, you're hurt now, aren't you?"
Upon hearing this, the soldier looked at the sky in despair.
"Well, what's your name? What are you doing here? Who sent you?"
Looking at the soldier who should have been unable to move, Mo Lan found a bamboo pole, poked his wound from a distance and asked.
"Why didn't you ask before? What if it was a friend? Why didn't you ask before!"
The soldier said unwillingly while enduring the severe pain.
Mo Lan said calmly after hearing this.
"If someone sneaks into my house through the window at night, I'll kill him first, even if he's a friend."
"But I didn't enter your house!!"
The soldier said angrily.
"Oh, is it so?"
Mo Lan tilted his head and thought about it.
"It seems so. Then... I'm sorry."
After apologizing, Mo Lan poked his wound with the bamboo stick again.
"What's your name? Who sent you? What do you want to do here?"
"I was sent by Mr. Yu Jinan. He asked me to protect your safety. If there is anyone who is blind, teach him a lesson immediately."
The soldier said with a pale face.
"Can you help me inform Mr. Yu that I'm about to die."
"Oh, yes, you are going to die soon, but why are you still being so stubborn?"
Mo Lan poked the wound and said lightly, as soon as he heard what this man said, he knew what Yu Jinan was planning.
It's nothing more than wanting to protect him in order to impress him, or simply directing and acting the drama yourself as a way of showing kindness.
"Well, this trick is too old, isn't it? No matter how stupid Yu Jinan is, he can't use such a trick from a TV show. Besides, Yu Jinan doesn't look like a brainless person."
Mo Lan pondered for a moment, felt something was wrong, and pointed at the soldier.
"Bear's tenacity!"
The spell fell on the defenseless warrior. When the spell took effect, his muscles were instantly filled with vitality and waves of strength surged from his body.
Under normal circumstances, this warrior might be surprised, because although this force is very violent, it is also very strong and greatly increases strength.
But at this moment there was only despair in his eyes.
The energetic and violent muscles tore through his wounds, impacting his fighting spirit that was sealing the wounds. Waves of pain from torn muscles and membranes hit his mind like a tide.
"No, no! Ah! Stop! Ahhh!!!"
Wailing sounds came out of his mouth, and the blood on his hands and legs, which had slowly stopped flowing, began to flow and spurt out again.
The active and crazy muscles constantly squeezed the blood vessels and tore the wounds.
"I have to say, the warrior's recovery ability is really amazing. I just don't understand if he can still recover like this?"
Mo Lan said lightly.
"Tell me your purpose and I'll let you go. I'll keep my word and never break my promise. You can rest assured."
"Ah! Ah! Clothes, there is a letter in the lining of my coat, there is a letter, ah ah! Let me go, I am going to die!"
Listening to the wailing sounds, Mo Lan looked towards the house next to the alley.
"Can you help me please?"
"good."
After fighting for such a long time, the man screamed continuously, but there was still no movement in the house next door, until a person's voice was heard from the shadow of the quiet house.
"good."
Scar led his men out, one after another, and more than a dozen people directly surrounded the alley.
A man searched the wailing warrior and took out a letter and handed it to Mo Lan.
Mo Lan took it and opened it. His eyes suddenly turned cold, but then he smiled again.
"Al."
Al stepped out from the shadows of the shop, clutching a handful of spell scrolls.
Looking at the handful of spell scrolls, Scar's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned his head and closed his eyes silently.
I can’t see…I can’t see…I can’t see…
Al took the letter from Mo Lan and a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"Sir, I can't read."
Mo Lan's face froze, then he spoke softly.
"They want to take you away and use you to threaten me."
Al's eyes wavered slightly.
"I will kill myself and not be caught by them."
Mo Lan's breathing stagnated when he heard this, and he patted Al's head heavily.
"Don't say die die die. Keeping your life is more important than anything else."
"yes."
There was no fluctuation .
"So what do you think we should do in this situation?"
"Kill them until they are afraid, otherwise they will keep bullying you."
Mo Lan nodded.
“Well, okay, what Al said makes sense, but I’ve already made a promise, I can’t kill him, do you understand?
I can’t break my promise.”
Before Mo Lan finished speaking, Al pulled out a scimitar from the waist of a man next to Scar, walked to the fallen soldier, raised the scimitar... and dropped it!
The soldier's head was broken off at the root and rolled several times on the ground. His eyes were wide open, full of despair.
The hot blood splashed on Al's face, making him look a little hideous.
The people around him who were looking at him felt a little nervous subconsciously.
“Next time you take something from someone else, get their permission.
Give the knife back to the owner and go wash your face."
Al walked over to the man.
"Sorry about your knife."
After the man took the knife, he went into the room to wash his face. Mo Lan looked over there and said softly
“This is a good kid.”
Scar smiled upon hearing this.
"He's just a child who saw hope in despair. There are many such people."
After saying that, he paused again.
"Don't be impulsive in this matter today. There are some lines that cannot be crossed."
"I know. I have always had a good temper, but some people go too far and push their luck. There is no need to tolerate it. If you don't give them a warning, they won't learn their lesson."
Mo Lan said calmly with a smile on his face.
"So you have to do me a favor."
