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Mo Yan blew on the table in front of him with a dull expression, and a small amount of crystal powder flew away with the wind. In the blink of an eye, no trace was left.
The spiritual gravel worth tens of thousands is gone.
The culprit is - no matter who it is, Brother Mo will make him pay the price, and the little devil in his heart holds up the black cross and roars.
He has always been someone who only takes advantage and never suffers losses. When has he ever been deceived like this?
This is a treasure worth tens of thousands of French grams.
When he thought of this, his relatively calm face suddenly couldn't help but twitch.
"Energy saturation reaches 1%, start inheritance command, scanning"
"The inheritance has been terminated. The successor's physical fitness is weak. Please strengthen exercise."
Before Mo Yan could react, unfamiliar figures suddenly appeared in his mind. What was worth noting was that each of these figures were making weird movements, revealing some unspeakable meaning. smell.
"Well, Wu Qin Xi, it seems that God knows what the purpose of those movements is."
Mo Yan¡¯s eyes stayed on the strange stone he got back from Brother Fang. Whether it was an illusion or not, the dark stone seemed to have become a little brighter.
Whether it¡¯s the vague spiritual connection or the changes in the stone itself, all signs indicate that the culprit of the whole thing is this stone.
Throw it away? This stone is extremely strange, and it might cause some kind of trouble.
Mo Yan shook his head slightly.
Not to mention that he has never been a timid person, just because it "ate" his spiritual gravel worth tens of thousands, if he can't get it back with interest, then he will write the words "Little Mo Brother" backwards .
The most outrageous thing was that this unknown stone told him that his health was too poor and that he should exercise more. This made him even more unhappy. Compared to the tattoo master apprentices in this academy who fell down as if blown by the wind, his figure was It's too much stronger.
Putting aside these worries for the time being, the piece of spirit gravel was picked up for free anyway. His thoughts quickly drifted back to the making of the pattern stone just now. This is what he would do every time after drawing the pattern stone. Things to do.
The experience of failure is also experience.
In the Holy Light Federation, an average adult's mental capacity is about five to ten calories. The minimum requirement of Emma College is fifteen calories. With Mo Yan's talent, it would take two of them to barely reach the level of Emma College. Minimum requirements.
Even though he has done a lot of practical repairs in the past two years and practiced the officially published ninth set of basic mental training methods on his own, his mental scale has increased slightly, but it is still comparable to those in his early twenties. Compared with his peers in the academy, Still far inferior.
With the development of human society in the past century, grain stone has penetrated into all aspects of human life and has made great progress. The entire grain stone system has become more rigorous and formal.
In the federal popular science book, the profession of tattoo artist is divided into nine levels, with level one being the lowest, while level nine tattoo artist represents the top honor in this field.
The latter is too far away from the lives of ordinary people. In fact, in this small town, there is not a single tattoo master above the third level, at least Mo Yan has not seen or heard of it.
In the assessment of the Tattoo Artists Association, the minimum standard for the spiritual scale of a first-level tattoo artist is 100. This level alone can pass most ordinary people. As for the specific drawing techniques and experience, the former requires the teacher's Guidance, the latter requires strong financial support. Which of the famous painting masters in the Federation has not piled up massive materials.
As for Mo Yan, these are still too far away. The goal he has set for himself is to become a tattoo master apprentice within three years, so that he can start making some simple first-level tattoo stones.
"Dong dong dong¡ª¡ª"
There was a rapid knock on the door, and a look of confusion appeared on Mo Yan's face. Who else would come to see him so late?
"Brother Mo, it's not good. Brother Long was blocked in Kujiao Alley. He had no choice but to come to you for help."
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a panting young man standing at the door. His dark face was slightly red. He had obviously run all the way. He looked back from time to time, his limbs were twisting restlessly, and his expression of urgency was palpable.
This young man's nickname is Black Gou'er, but he is an old acquaintance of Mo Yan's from the materials market. The man he calls Brother Long is the partner who wandered here with Mo Yan at the beginning, but later the two made decisions about the path they would take in the future. Different choices, so he entered Emma College and became a temporary worker, while Long Er took a few younger brothers and embarked on another? road.
"Brother Mo, Brother Long said he was not allowed to come to you. There is nothing I can do about it. If Brother Long is caught by the lame gang, Brother Long's hands and feet will definitely be broken."
There was a hint of crying in Black Dog's voice as he spoke. After all, he is just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He saw his boss being surrounded and was helpless before he remembered this man who was said to be very capable. Brother Xiao Mo, as for whether it was possible, he was not sure. After all, he had often seen scenes of Brother Long and Brother Xiao Mo quarreling fiercely.
Although Mo Yan was not very clear about what Brother Long had done, there was quite a lot of it. Because of this, he resolutely chose to leave in the first place. How could the world be so easy to mess around with? Those high-ranking big shots wouldn't They care about the day when there will be less garbage at the bottom, so the competition in the industry like Brother Long is also very fierce, and no one will care if someone is killed, and most of the quarrels between them stem from this.
"Let's go, why are you still standing there?" Seeing that the other party was still thinking about what to say, Mo Yan rolled his eyes angrily, grabbed the short stick behind the door, stuck it into his waist, turned around and went out. His movements are very skillful, and fighting is a common occurrence when he is homeless. When his brothers are in trouble, he will naturally not hesitate.
Looking at Little Mo's back gradually disappearing into the night, Gou'er couldn't help but recall the words his boss said once after drinking - he is my brother. For some reason, his eyes suddenly felt warm and he twitched quickly. Nose, shouted: "Brother Mo, wait for me."
"By the way, how did you get in?" If I remember correctly, the door of the college should have been closed long ago. Mo Yan looked at the other party in surprise and said.
The dog grinned proudly, pointed at his nose, and said, "Hey, look at me."
As he walked closer, Mo Yan suddenly slapped his head and smiled. He had long heard that there was a dog hole in the college. No matter how hard the college blocked it, someone still penetrated it the next day. It was a bit mysterious, but he But it has never been drilled.
"It's in the alley on the corner in front. Come on, I'll take you there."
The two of them got out of the doorway and ran along the dark path for a short time, and soon arrived at the scene of the incident.
This is Dongdao Street, second only to Jin Street in the city, also commonly known as Student Street. It happens to be at the intersection of several colleges and universities.
Students¡¯ money is easy to make, especially since most of these students have extraordinary backgrounds and spend money lavishly, making this street extremely prosperous, and because of this, it has also attracted the covetousness of many local ruffians.
It is already very late, but the flow of people here is not reduced at all. Shopping and hawking are crowded, and it is very lively.
¡°However, these have nothing to do with Mo Yan and the two of them. Naturally, the underground fight will not be brought to light. The consequences of that will be unbearable for both parties.
??For example, this dirty and deserted alley in front of you.
"Wait, don't be impatient, let's find out what's going on around us first." Mo Yan suppressed the dog's urge, slowly pulled out the stick, looked around with a little doubt in his eyes, and murmured to himself He said, "It doesn't make sense, it shouldn't be so quiet."
In the past, two gangs fought fiercely, with sticks and blades, and the fight was fierce, with constant yelling and moaning. What happened today?
Black Gou'er's brows were furrowed as if they were joined together, and he recalled with a grimace, "When I came here before, I happened to see Brother Long and a few brothers retreating into the abandoned warehouse in front. The cripple was surrounded by a group of people, and by the way, Brother Long seemed to be injured and bleeding."
"Cripple" Mo Yan knew that this person was the gangster in the area. There were more than a dozen people under his command. The number was larger than Long Er's group, but the latter had stronger cohesion and dared to fight with all his might in a fight. After all, today's scene is indeed a bit weird.
Hei Gou'er didn't know the specific story. He came late for something, and when he saw that the boss was injured, he immediately panicked, and finally found Mo Yan after he had no idea.
Mo Yan signaled the other party not to speak, made a gesture to obey, then bent down and climbed up to the roof of a house, pointed forward and said: "Move slowly and get over the roof."
"Long Er, if you are sensible, come out and surrender quickly. Our boss said that as long as you are willing to lead those brothers to surrender, he will let you go regardless of the villain. If you miss this village, you will not have this store. I Tens, nine, eight, okay, just wait."
A gangster who was originally triumphant was suddenly hit by a dark object thrown from inside. His right eye socket suddenly swelled up. After saying a harsh word, he turned to look at the boss with a sad face, "Boss, they If you don¡¯t understand the merits, just kill them.¡±
The cripple rolled his eyes at this young man with a negative IQ. His eyes clearly said, "Are you taking the lead?"
Without the support of the tattoo master, it is doubtful whether they can beat Long Er inside.
As for asking the master tattooist hiding on the roof to take the lead, the lame man still had some self-awareness. Others were just here to help and would not obey his orders at all.
"Secure the door of the warehouse, knock down each one when they come out, they will starve to death even if they are hungry."
"Boss is wise." A group of younger brothers around him took the opportunity to flatter him wildly.
Inside the warehouse, a gentle-looking young man sat down next to an empty wooden box. His left hand was bandaged. A faint trace of blood could be seen. Standing next to him was a slightly younger boy holding a piece of blood-stained cloth that had just been replaced. The room The atmosphere inside was very heavy.
"Brother Long, what should we do?" The younger boy finally couldn't help but asked. His face turned pale, sweat was visible on his forehead, and his palms clenched and unclenched.
"It was my negligence. I didn't expect that the cripple actually found a tattoo master from somewhere to help him. This battle was not unfairly lost." This gentle boy was Long Er, who was well-known on the road. His spirit was a little weak at this time. After a pause, there was no trace of fear or frustration in his expression, and he added: "That person is probably not a regular tattoo master. He probably got a battle pattern stone from somewhere and let people control it reluctantly. Otherwise, where would I have it?" Life is there, haha¡±
Also, if the person outside the warehouse is really a regular tattoo master, one person is enough to sweep them all away, and Boss Long will not survive until now after being hit by a single blow. Thinking of this, the boy next to him suddenly felt a wave of pain all over his body. Qing, let out a long sigh of relief.
Being able to fight with the cripples for so long, there is no coward in this group of people. It was only at the beginning of the battle that they were suddenly attacked by the tattoo master and were immediately stunned, so they were forced here like a duck. .
"Brother Long is right, otherwise the Cripple and his gang would have rushed in long ago and wouldn't have allowed us to rest here peacefully. Let's get a few grained stones and give the Cripple and the others a good blow." He was also decorated, with a body that was not that of a young man, but with a nonchalant look on his face, he grinned.
There are a total of six people in Brother Long's small group. Except for the black dog who reported the news, Monkey was left to look after the boss. The remaining three people have been guarding the door of the warehouse to guard against enemy sneak attacks. The young man who made the noise is Long Er's second subordinate. The first general, he was crazy and life-threatening in fights. With his burly body, he had an intimidating aura and was nicknamed Mad Cow.
"Could it be from there?" A thought flashed through Long Er's mind, and his expression suddenly changed.
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