Mo Qier trembled with his hands, trying to hold on tightly, but he had to endure the torment of his soul.
My former siblings!
No matter how hard you try, the feeling that blood is thicker than water is still deep in your heart.
It's just that there is no suitable opportunity and the time has not come yet.
It was precisely because of this that he was taken advantage of by Mo Ling'er.
It can be said that it is used just right!
Understand human nature.
How can a human heart be ruthless?
Mo Qier's grip on the kit became a little looser.
At this moment, Mo Ling'er used strong force to grab the brocade bag, and quickly retreated, even pointing a long sword at Mo Qier.
What does it mean to be ruthless? I'm afraid that's what it is.
Shameless but most profitable.
Mo Qier stretched out his hand, but there was nothing in it. Watching Mo Linger retreat, his throat made a growl, but no sound came out.
I don't know if I want to curse, or if I have other emotions.
The pain is all over his face.
"It's mine."
Mo Ling'er raised the brocade bag in her hand.
Intentional humiliation.
It looks like it's just showing off, but it's not.
He wants to attack this brother.
Shi Yan was extremely angry. A long sword appeared in his hand and he was about to attack Mo Ling'er.
"There is something else over there, everyone gets what he needs. Things are destined and cannot be changed."
Mo Ling'er really changed. She stared at the rock with squinted eyes and said such words.
There was no such feeling of fear, but instead a tit-for-tat look.
The change has been so great. In him, perhaps it is true that humiliation makes people progress and setbacks make people grow.
But his words were very special, and he obviously meant them to Mo Qier.
The one he wanted to compare with, the one he wanted to compete with, and the one he wanted to compete against was his former brother.
"Haha! Is it destined!"
Mo Qier smiled sadly, as if he was about to cry.
It's only fratricide.
Step by step, he walked towards the kit that fell on the ground and reached out to pick it up.
Mo Qier and Mo Linger each took a look.
Almost all of them raised their handbags at the same time.
They all bowed their heads and began to unpack the kit in tacit agreement.
It won’t stop until you see what’s inside.
There was only one piece of paper in Mo Ling'er's bag. As soon as she took it out, she unfolded it and read it, feeling like she couldn't wait.
There is always only the desire to compete in my heart.
That sense of urgency prevented him from taking a closer look at what was written.
I read it just by looking at it.
"A slave for life."
It was just four words, but they fell like thunder.
Mo Linger was so confused that he almost lost his breath.
Can you not understand?
So simple and straightforward.
The clever trick left by the ancestors is to make everyone a slave for the rest of his life.
Fighting and snatching, just for this?
Who can bear such a psychological gap?
My eyes were wide open and I couldn't believe it was true. I looked over and over again.
Finally, he confirmed that it was those words, trembling his hands, and looked up at Mo Qier.
What does it mean to be a slave forever?
The words are very clear, but do you really want to be a slave for the rest of your life?
To whom should I be a slave?
There is no need to ask such questions, only the owner of this room.
There is no need to ask about this master, he is the young man facing him at this moment.
rock
He is the current owner of this place.
Great tips!
It turns out that the person who wants to see the tip bag will be a slave for the rest of his life.
But is Mo Linger willing?
It's impossible to kill him.
Slave to a rock for life?
How could it be possible? He, Mo Ling'er, hated the rock so much that he wanted to be a slave to his enemy for the rest of his life.
"hehe!"
Mo Linger giggled.
Suddenly looking at Mo Qier, he still had a brocade bag in his hand that had not been opened yet.
Mo Ling'er suddenly rushed over like crazy.
Mo Qier was still in a daze.
A gun passed through the kit in Mo Qier's hand.
Mo Qier didn't move and let him snatch the kit.
Ever since Mo Ling'er read out the ingenious plan, he knew that something bad was going to happen.
Based on my feeling, the tips he got were definitely similar to Mo Ling'er's, or even worse.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be the coincidence that happened at the beginning, and the tips that no one wanted, how much better would it be.
He also heard Mo Ling'er read out a clever plan, and he was actually a slave for the rest of his life.
The shock was no less than that of Mo Ling'er.
It is certain that this is what the ancestors left behind, but who can accept such a clever trick?
The key is that the ancestor seems to have predicted that two descendants will come here at the same time in the future, giving two tips to two people.
Something that both of them were optimistic about brought about such a thing.
What will be the one that is not favored?
This feeling is a kind of torture.
I don’t dare to look if I want to.
Want to know but afraid to know.
"Danglang"
A small dagger fell out of the brocade bag.
Jumping on the ground, making a clanging sound.
Such a sound was like a knock on the hearts of two people.
Seeing such a thing, Mo Ling'er's hand holding the brocade bag began to tremble violently.
His eyes flashed with fear, and he didn't dare to open the bag.
There is no doubt that this one is even worse, and you can even guess what is written.
Suddenly he looked up at Mo Beggar, his hand shook, and the kit flew towards Mo Beggar.
How can I still have the guts to open it?
"What's yours, I'll give it back to you."
Mo Ling'er was retreating, instinctively telling him that such a bag of tricks was not as good as his share.
At least he still has a small life left, but this portion may be a fatal poison.
"hehe!"
Mo Qier caught the kit thrown by Mo Linger and smiled bitterly.
Good things don't happen to you, bad things happen to you.
Look at Mo Ling'er who is retreating, it doesn't matter, even if he owes him, even if he owes the Mo family.
You always have to pay it back.
"One more life."
Mo Qier opened the kit and read the words on it.
Sure enough, it's not a good thing. He still has a life, and even the dagger is ready.
This is for future generations to carry out when they open their pockets of clever ideas!
"Haha! Woohoo!"
Mo Ling'er cried and laughed, reaching out to take her share of the brocade bag. The spiritual power destroyed her hair, and the brocade bag turned into crumbs and fell.
See, hear.
The ending of the two people is neither good nor bad, both are similar.
Their ancestors did not favor one over another.
Life may be worse than death, but death is so unwilling.
This is the arrangement to come here to meet him.
Come excitedly and leave dejectedly.
Mo Linger then rushed out of the hut and ran away.
Rock doesn't care about him.
A lifelong slave.
You can be a slave to anyone, but don’t be a slave to yourself, you can’t bear it.
Run!
It's better to run away, out of sight and out of mind.
"One more life!"
Mo Qier smiled sadly, bent down to pick up the small dagger, and pointed it at himself.
If he actually believed this tip to be true, he would save his life.
"Snapped"
Yan Shi grabbed the dagger and slapped Mo Qier on the head.
"Are you stupid? What's the matter? You've read too many books, are you so pedantic? Are you going to save your life? Are you stupid?"
Shi Yan was very angry. Aren't they just two great tips? I really believe them!
Any fool knows that there is no one here anymore, and the guy who came up with this clever trick has long since turned into dust.
Isn't it stupid to still abide by what he said?
Who knows what's going on?
Who knows if such a thing was forced out.
It's hard to say whether I'm really willing to write something like this.
What annoyed Shi Yan was that these two guys believed it as soon as they saw such a thing and followed it. How stupid were they?
Mo Linger doesn't care what kind of rocks he likes, but Mo Qier is different.
We are like brothers now. After all, we have fought life and death. I don’t care about you, who cares.
Mo Qier was in a depressed mood and had not yet come out of the shadows. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
"What are you thinking about? Let me tell you, even if you are asked to give back your life, it is not at this time. Besides, giving back a life does not mean dying. There are too many ways to give back. Have you read about dogs? "
Yan Shi slapped Mo Qier on the head again, then grabbed him by the collar and yelled.
I'm almost going crazy. This is too pedantic. No one with any sense would do this.
Is my life so worthless?
Mo Qier's eyes suddenly lit up. Just like Shi Yan said, repaying one's life does not necessarily mean dying now. There are many ways to repay one's life.
It turned out that I was really too pedantic and had my head in the wrong place.
"I see, thank you!"
Mo Qier sincerely thanked the rock. If the rock had not solved the problem, he would have died to save his life.
Perhaps his worship of his ancestors made him forget that his ancestors were also human beings.
Human beings have too many uncertainties and may even make mistakes.
Maybe it's not impossible that this is a mistake.
Although he was not accepted by the Mo family, he still recognized himself as a descendant of the Mo family.
Want to abide by Mohist rules.
"That's right! That's not necessarily what your ancestor meant."
Shi Yan handed the small dagger to Mo Qier.
"Take a good look, is there something weird about this thing?"
Rock saw that such a dagger couldn't kill anyone at all, it had no edge.
It is just a thing carved from jade, with only one appearance.
This look already shows that we don’t want people to die now.
This is a bit strange. The key to a dagger and such a sentence is that such a dagger cannot kill people.
Mo Qier took it over, but he couldn't study it thoroughly either.
Just keep it and explore slowly.
"You look for your fortune pen, I have my own business too."
Yan Yan told Mo Qier to quickly find the fortune pen. No one would interfere now, so he should find it quickly and finish the job.
The problem is that the hut is so big that it can't even hide anything.
There isn’t one now, I can’t figure out where to find it!
Mo Qier had no choice but to look around, wondering where he might be.
The Mohist family has a legacy that clearly tells future generations that the Tianyun Brush was built in the lake.
But I came and arrived, but I couldn’t find it. What should I do?
The rock is also helpless. That's how the word "QUE" for Tianque is written on the wall. How can I get it?
And there is only one word "que", and the word "tian" is still missing.
It's dangling in front of the word Que, but I just can't figure out how to collect such a word.
Snapped
He took out the divine sword and looked left and right, trying to find some clues on the sword, but he couldn't find it anywhere!
impossible things.
The words written casually on the wall were not pasted on. How to get them onto the sword.
The key is that this sword is not an ordinary sword.
Don't dare mess around.
Why!
The rock sighed softly, and when he saw this word, he just couldn't take it away. What should you do?
The words on the wall are too big, bigger than the entire sword.
