Signed in at home for three years, I went out and tore the gods with my hands

But he didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble.

obviously.

This guy in front of him is a problem.

It is impossible to save.

Not relatives.

It's not bad without a knife.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun's eyes lit up, and he said seriously: "Why don't you just quietly make up the knife and throw it out?"

However, as soon as Mo Yun finished speaking, the man in black on the ground twitched.

Then, a weak and difficult voice came out.

"Don't, don't... don't kill me, I, I, I am the shadow man..."

After speaking, the man in black spat out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head and passed out completely.

Mo Yun: "..."

"Shadow?"

Mo Yun frowned, activated his eyes of true knowledge, and glanced at the man in black.

[Liu Xiyan, a shadow gold medal assassin, possesses the best martial arts talent, a rare cultivation genius. 】

[Peak warrior of the sixth rank, who is good at assassination, disguise and disguise, looks cold on the outside, but is actually kind-hearted, cold on the outside and hot on the inside.He was seriously injured, and his breath of life was weak. 】

"Shadow man?"

Mo Yun was surprised, and once again looked intently at the man in black.

If it was someone else, he would definitely not bother to care about it, even if he didn't make up the knife, he would throw the person out and let them fend for themselves.

But the man in black in front of him couldn't do it.

Because, the other party came from the shadows.

The Shadow is an official organization, affiliated with Zhenmensi.

Zhenmagic is the main force stationed at the human base to fight against the invasion of monsters.

It is no exaggeration to say that without Zhenmensi, there would be no Blue Star today.

If there is no Zhenmagic Division to suppress demons at the front line, the current human race does not know what kind of chaos it will be.

Still want to watch TV and play mobile phones at home safely?

dream.

It's not bad if it's not used as rations by monsters.

Mo Yun knew very well that the stable lives of these people depended on the sacrifice of Zhenmensi's blood.

And the shadow is one of the most powerful departments in the town magic department.

Good at raids and assassinations, he can take the head of a demon leader among thousands of troops.

Mo Yun knew, no matter which world he was in.

The so-called quiet and good years are just because someone is carrying the burden for us.

Therefore, man must be saved.

Mo Yun stepped forward, picked up the man in black, and put him in the living room.

After thinking for a while, Mo Yun went into the bedroom again, and came out with a mat and blanket.

Then, he ran into the storage room, rummaged through boxes and chests to find a few bottles of healing pills.

In the end, he opened the mouth of the man in black, regardless of whether she ate or not, poured out a few pills and stuffed them down.

Miraculously, the man in black instinctively swallowed the pill as soon as he took it.

"The desire to survive is really strong..."

Mo Yun covered his forehead.

These elixirs were left by his parents, and they have been stored for several years, and they don't know if they have expired.

But it doesn't matter, it won't kill you if it expires.

Besides, Mo Yun didn't have any other healing pills.

It's late at night, and there's nowhere to find healing pills for her.

A dead horse is a living horse doctor.

After setting everything up, he checked the man in black's injuries casually, and was taken aback.

"The viscera and six internal organs have been displaced, most of the meridians have been shattered, and several types of poison have been poisoned in the body..."

"It's not dead?"

"And, looking at her like this, after swallowing the elixir, the injury seems to be recovering quickly?"

"Cow batch..."

"Is it Xiaoqiang's?"

Mo Yun complained a few words, but also heaved a sigh of relief.

At least according to the current situation, the man in black will not be in danger.

At this moment, Mo Yun frowned.

Has the breath of a warrior.

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Chapter 8

At the same time, there is a small village near the base on the border of Jiangnan Province.

In a dark bungalow, an old man and a middle-aged man were talking in low voices.