Cyber Daming

Plop!

The young man in gray clothes closed his eyes tightly and fell straight into the mud with his face facing down.

Under the eaves of the corridor not far away, a pair of exoskeleton armor was sitting on the steps. The vertical eye-like decoration on the forehead of the helmet was completely covered by the hand armor, as if he couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him.

"Has he always been so brave?"

Li Jun put the black sword back into its sheath, and the big horse golden sword sat next to Lord Ma, his tone full of confusion and surprise.

"I didn't expect that either."

The red eyes between his eyebrows lit up, and Prince Ma's melancholy voice came out.

"I also thought that this kid would be smarter after being promoted to Mo Ba, but I didn't expect that when I saw you, you looked like a lustful evil spirit. You actually didn't even need me, and fought you naked."

"A hungry ghost in lust? What are you talking about?" The corner of Li Jun's mouth twitched.

The gloves scratched the helmet and made a sizzling sound. "It seems there is something wrong. Then let's change the word and call it brain-dead?"

"Yes, Zhao Qingxia, that bastard, is mentally retarded!"

The red eyes flashed fiercely, and Lord Ma said with certainty: "A blacksmith insists on fighting a martial artist with his fists. Isn't he mentally retarded?"

Li Jun glanced at the body next to him that was still twitching, and subconsciously nodded in agreement.

The Mohist successor named Zhao Qingxia was indeed obsessed with martial arts to the point of becoming obsessed.

Every time we meet, we have to challenge each other.

"Really not smart."

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, then fell into silence, and the atmosphere under the eaves suddenly became weird.

"You've killed everyone here, why don't you go to the main house?"

The black armor that sits astride a human being, the armor plates on its body are closing silently.

"Don't be anxious. It's not a good thing to hit the target first. It's not a good thing in the past."

The ink knife was lying across his knees, and Li Jun slowly rubbed the handle of the knife with his thumb.

A faint buzzing sound as the mechanical body was activated suddenly sounded, and Lord Ma said in a joking tone: "What, it can't be hit anymore?"

With a swipe of his thumb, there was a crisp click, and an inch of smooth sword came out of the scabbard.

"I'm a little tired,"

Li Jun licked the taste of blood between his lips and teeth, and grinned, "But killing another Sequence Eight shouldn't be a problem."

The night wind suddenly tightened, stirring up the bloody smell that filled the world.

"Hahahahaha!"

A hearty laugh suddenly sounded, and Li Jun, who was nervous, was startled and almost violently drew his knife.

"The thugs in the ninth chapter nourish the heart of the angry dragon, and the red blood of the eighth nourishes the body of the red dragon. Regardless of whether to fight or not, the temperament must be enough. It is worthy of the martial arts sequence."

Li Jun exhaled, pushed the knife back into its sheath, squinted his eyes and asked, "Listen to what you said, do you know the martial arts sequence very well?"

"The relationship between the two sequences of Mo and Wu is deeper than you think."

The red eyes in the helmet looked at Li Jun with deep meaning, "At least the Mo family has never betrayed you. Even when Buddhism and Taoism set up the Wu Jiu family plan, the Mo family took action for it."

"Otherwise, the people of the Ming Empire would never see such a thing as a martial arts injector."

Wu Jiu's family plan.

Li Jun's brows were furrowed, murderous intent was rolling around his body, and a cold light shone in his eyes, "Why do Buddhism and Taoism do this?"

Lord Ma said in a sad tone, "I was tortured so hard, and my hatred is as deep as the sea."

Li Jun was stunned and couldn't figure it out for a moment. How could it be done by men?

"Besides Buddhism, who else has enmity against martial arts?"

Prince Ma said calmly: "Except for Mo, everyone in the world is an enemy. The only difference is that some seek wealth and others seek death."

Li Jun was silent for a long time. At this moment, he felt a biting chill covering his whole body, "Why?"

"being targeted."

Prince Ma spoke one word at a time, just four simple words, but he had already explained all the reasons.

Li Jun's eyes were in a trance, and faces flashed past his eyes like a revolving door.

Jinyiwei, Tianfu Heavy Industries, Bodhi Company.

Daoist Xu Yu Kou, Confucian Xu Gu Yong, and Buddhist Xu Mucuo.

The complicated thoughts in my mind gradually became clear, and many questions seemed to have finally found answers.

Li Jun seemed to understand at this moment why a little brother in muddy water was selected to be an informant by Jinyiwei General Banner, and was also recruited by Shudao Logistics as the head of the security department.

The reason is not complicated, you can beat it when you use it, but you will die when you don't use it.

It will not attract the attention of outsiders, nor will it chill your own people.

"Wouldn't it be less troublesome to kill them all?"

"On the one hand, I don't dare, on the other hand, I can't."

"Man has learned to fight with wild beasts before he has learned how to speak."

Armor raised his right hand and clenched his fingers.

"The action of making a fist is engraved in the genes, so it cannot be killed cleanly."

"Why are you telling me this now?"

Li Jun's voice was a little dull, like thunder gathering in the clouds on a rainy night.

"Although Zhao Qingxia is from the Mo family, he is a martial arts fanatic. Even if I don't tell you, he will tell you. If you have the same temperament, he will even help you at all costs."

Prince Ma's voice was full of helplessness, "People like the Mo family always help others regardless of the cost."

Li Jun was no longer an inexperienced person, so he naturally heard the underlying meaning of the other party's words.

"I, Li Jun, never like to involve others in my work."

"Quite heroic."

Prince Ma gave a thumbs up and suddenly changed the topic: "Although helping is a loss, cooperation can be a win-win situation."

Li Jun pointed at the unconscious Zhao Qingxia not far away, "He is still unconscious there. Are you the only one who talks about cooperation with me?"

"Have you never read those short story books circulated in Huang Liang's dream? The weapon spirit is more powerful than the host." Lord Ma raised his hand and clapped his chest, making a clanging sound.

Li Jun did not doubt what Lord Ma said.

In this armor, he felt a stronger threat than Fei Baiju.

This Mo Ba may not be referring to Zhao Qingxia, but to this human-like exoskeleton armor, Lord Ma.

Li Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "Confucianism-based things are also useful to you Mohists?"

Prince Ma said matter-of-factly: "Blacksmiths also need to replenish their brains."

Li Jun smiled hoarsely, "How much do you want?"

"A quarter of the brain tissue section of Yang Zhan, the ancestor of the Yang family."

Li Jun was noncommittal, "Since it's cooperation, what can I get?"

"Seventh grade internal strength."

Li Jun held his breath in his chest and abdomen, suppressed his suddenly violent heartbeat, shook his head and said, "Not enough."

"You already made a fortune last time, and you want to make a big deal this time?"

"Sequence seven is still early for me. Without you, I can still find it. But if I miss this slice, it will be difficult to get it again, right?"

The red eyes in the helmet dimmed, as if a person were silent.

Li Jun said calmly: "And I don't want much this time, just a little extra."

Prince Ma pondered for a moment: "What are you talking about?"

"Tianfu Heavy Industries, Wu Jinfeng."

Lord Ma chuckled, leaned back, supported the steps of the corridor with both arms, and actually crossed his legs.

"As long as you don't need something. One-third, I helped you with this little thing."