Chapter 395 394. Cutting Off Someone’s Financial Path Is Like Killing One’s Parents, Cutting Off the Player’s Mission...

A voice that was familiar to Dorothy sounded from behind, and then a hand pressed on her shoulder, while a soft but not dazzling light lit up.

The Holy Light is constantly healing Dorothy's wounds, stopping the bleeding and allowing them to heal.

But Mo Cheng also felt that there was something in Dorothy's body that suppressed her magic power, something that the Holy Light could not interfere with.

"It's you?"

Surprise, doubt, disbelief, it’s hard to believe that a person’s eyes can express so many emotions in a short period of time, “Why are you here?”

Dorothy's injuries were no longer serious. After making sure that the other party would not die suddenly like this, he walked up to Dorothy and protected her behind him.

"I heard that there is a very good restaurant here in Bozeko, and I plan to come over and treat you to dinner."

He casually made an excuse and answered the questions of the person behind him casually. He did not say that this was Principal Muzer's mission.

Because the mission has almost failed, speaking out will only lead to ridicule.

Mo Cheng's mood at the moment was not good enough to tell the matter calmly.

On the contrary, he is very angry now, not ordinary angry.

"be careful……"

Dorothy tried her best to remind her of the extremely weak words and then fainted.

After persisting for a long time, seeing the reinforcements relaxed her tense nerves, and she instantly lost consciousness and fainted.

Before Mo Cheng could get in touch with the delegation, this very important mission for him failed inexplicably. Even while he was on his way, suddenly all the people in the delegation died, and then it failed like that. .

Mo Cheng did nothing during the entire mission, but it was a failure.

The failure was not due to the cunning of the traitor, but the assassination by a group of completely incomprehensible guys.

How could this make Mo Cheng not feel angry?

How could this calm him?

The last time he encountered such an inexplicable thing was in the longest-running MMORPG game. Someone dropped a natural disaster and plague into Stormwind City.

Then Mo Cheng, who had spent a lot of effort to complete the task, returned to the city and was about to hand in the task. When he repaired the equipment by the way, he found that the person who sent the task was gone, the person who repaired the equipment was gone, and the people in the entire city were gone. All died due to plague infection.

Instead of hostile tribes attacking and slaughtering the city, a group of players looking for fun spread the plague to the main city.

Then his mission was ruined because of other people's fun.

"Are you interested in telling me who sent you guys out?"

Speaking calmly without any tone, Mo Cheng faced the crowd of pursuers, "I'm curious, who is it?"

But there was no answer. The pursuers looked at Mo Cheng like a dead person.

No matter who the person in front of him was or why he was here, the moment he stepped into this jungle, his death was destined.

It is impossible for the trackers to leave anyone alive to let the matter leak out.

Not only will they not answer Mo Cheng's questions, but they will also solve the problem of the person who asked the question, so that the question will always be just a question.

Moved!

The pursuers were like frightened snakes, like deer in the forest. They disappeared in an instant. When they were discovered, all they could see was their violent appearance.

The eyes, throat, temples, heart, spine, and lower body suddenly exploded, all attacking the weak points of the human body.

Exquisite skills, seamless cooperation, and sudden attacks are enough to make any strong man be cut into pieces.

The trackers have hunted the so-called strong men more than once, and in their eyes, this time will be the same.

But the facts told them that this time was different.

First, a pursuer stabbed Mo Cheng in the back of the head with a dagger from behind. He felt the temperature drop rapidly, so low that he couldn't help but shudder.

Then his hands and feet became so cold that he lost consciousness, and then he saw that his whole body was green and white, his blood had solidified into ice, and it was cracking from the inside out.

The tracker didn't know anything. Before he could react, his body temperature and life were taken away.

At that moment, it was frozen and cracked into a ball of red ice slag.

"First."

As the words fell, Mo Cheng took action.

The second [lucky person] selected by Mo Cheng started to see flames inside him, and then the flames exploded with a "boom" as if they were encountering oil, and enveloped the whole body of the [lucky person].

No, that's not right, not an outside-in package.

Instead, from the inside out, blazing flames burst out from every pore. The flames are enough to melt steel and rocks, just the human body...

All that's left is ashes.

"the second."

After Mo Cheng killed two people in a row, the other trackers finally reacted and immediately restrained their forward momentum. However, there were one or two people who were too far forward or weak, so they did not. That ability to stop yourself.

Unable to stop myself from running towards death.

Mo Cheng didn't even raise his hand, he just looked at the two idiots who couldn't control themselves.

Following his thoughts, power appeared, granting death to the two idiots.

A painful death.

Light!

The cold, powerful light that repels all darkness begins to destroy the two trackers at the cellular level.

It was a slow and painful process. The cells in the two trackers' bodies began to be destroyed one by one by the holy light. Every time a cell was destroyed, they felt the pain of death.

The number of cells in a person's body determines how many times they will die and enter hell.

"ah!!!!!"

Even the tracker who had gone through rigorous training could not control himself and opened his mouth and screamed.

But they could only scream and continue to suffer a long and torturous death.

When all the cells in their bodies are destroyed, then the salvation-like death will come to them mercifully.

With the screams of the two trackers slowly walking towards death as the background sound, Mo Cheng looked at the only three remaining trackers.

"Tell me, who sent you here? Those who answer will die quickly."

For Mo Cheng, the triggering of every task is rare and precious, so no matter how bad he is at this type of task, he will use his greatest strength to complete it.

However, this time, under the premise that he made no mistakes, his mission was forcibly destroyed.

Cutting off a person's wealth is like killing his parents, cutting off his mission...

Mo Cheng could only make these people tasks.

But no one answered. The three of them looked at each other, turned around and fled in three directions.

"I like tough guys."

As soon as he raised his hand, the power of nightmare enveloped the three of them.

There is no time in the dream, and there is no space in the dream. In just a moment, the three of them spent tens of millions of years in an endless nightmare.

I also lived through a life that was literally a nightmare thousands of times.

The three people's eyes were blank, and they slowly fell to their knees, and then threw themselves to death.

Their spirits have been completely wiped out by nightmares, and their spiritual death has caused their bodies to die along with their spirits.

Thanks to [Nine-Tailed Yanhu] for the reward

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