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Yu Jinan laughed proudly and wildly, but before he finished laughing, there was a strong elemental fluctuation in the distance.

Yu Jinan turned his head sharply and opened his eyes wide, but he could only see the overwhelming fireballs. In the distance, ten fireballs came directly towards them.

This made Yu Jinan's eyes widen suddenly, who, who dares to cast spells in the noble district, will they die?

And this familiar scene suddenly made him think of something, and he turned his head to look at Mo Lan, but saw a smile on his face, the smile was fleeting and turned into a shocked look.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

The continuous explosions sounded, and Yu Jinan was swallowed by the flames just after running a few meters, and the sound was swallowed in his throat and did not come out.

And Mo Lan also jumped back suddenly, caught the air wave and flew out, and a trace of bright red blood came out of his mouth when he flew.

Yu Jinan from the soul's perspective looked at Mo Lan who flew out in disbelief, but when he saw Mo Lan's expression, he immediately reacted and burned with anger.

"Mo Lan!"

Yu Jinan was resurrected, but before he could say anything, another five wind blade techniques shot over.

call out!call out!call out!call out!

In the howling wind, Yu Jinan turned into restricted-grade blood plasma.

Mo Lan looked at this scene, "heartbroken" on his face, and shouted in his mouth.

"do not stop!!"

The armored guards in front of Viscount Bart's castle looked at each other, but when they wanted to come out, an old man who looked like a butler called them all in.

At this time, with such a big movement, none of the patrols I met in the noble district before appeared.

Yu Jinan, who was waiting anxiously, suddenly widened his eyes when he saw this scene, and Mo Lan's expression of "grief and anger" made him even more angry.

"How do you..."

call out!call out!call out!

In the howling wind, the three wind blade techniques will divide Jinan's body.

resurrection!

death!

His eyes were dull, full of disbelief.

"How is it possible, how is it possible? I am a close associate of the nobles, how could they tolerate your provocation without shame, the dignity of the nobles."

"Impossible, it's impossible."

Yu Jinan no longer had the arrogance before, the whole person was stunned, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he couldn't even see the rapidly increasing weak state, as if he didn't want to accept this fact, as if he was in a daze, Just keep clicking to resurrect, keep clicking to resurrect, in this case, his weak state will soon reach level zero.

At this time, every time a wind blade technique will kill him easily.

Once, twice, five times, ten times, fifteen!

After fifteen times, Yu Jinan did not appear again, and Mo Lan frowned.

"Huh? Why hasn't it been resurrected?"

Just as he was in doubt, a message popped up in front of him.

Ding Jin: "There is no penalty for a zero-level death, but there is a health protection status. As long as the number of deaths exceeds ten times within an hour, it may be judged to have reached the mental limit. ten times.

After reaching the mental limit, you will be forced to go offline, and you will not be able to go online within 24 hours or 48 hours. "

Seeing this, Mo Lan reacted immediately, nodded slightly, and not long after nodding, the patrol team that had not come just now arrived late, and the leader glanced at the scene.

"what's the situation?!"

"I don't know, I was talking to my friend here just now, and suddenly there was a spell attacking us, and I was also injured, you hurry up and protect me!"

Mo Lan said "horrified".

And then suddenly someone came out and said.

"Sir, I just saw them chatting, talking and laughing, they are indeed friends."

Immediately after, several teams ran over, carrying several corpses.

"Captain, the person who released the spell has been found. They tried to resist arrest and were executed on the spot."

"it is good."

The captain looked at Mo Lan again. Although he was also a professional, he still looked at Mo Lan with some respect.

"Don't worry, the people who tried to attack you and your friends have been executed. Please mourn and close the team."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and took people away, and Mo Lan thanked him behind.

After everyone left, Mo Lan also turned around and left. When he left, he did not forget to open the chat box and send a message to Yu Jinan.

After Mo Lan left, the two people in a study window on the second floor of the castle also looked away.

One of the younger men was indignant.

"Father, do you want him to be so mad? Yu Jinan is my man, and he is hitting me in the face."

He said with a sturdy, dignified face opposite him with a smile.

"No, that was not the case last night. The servant Yu Jinan relied on your favor for him, violating the rules of the Red Maple City and the castle, attacking a professional who is equivalent to a knight, and trying to steal his property, has been expelled from the castle."

Seeing that Viscount Bart was still a little indignant, he continued.

"Do you think this Mo Lan is crazy?"

"Isn't it insane? Openly killing our people in front of our castle, openly provoking the rules set by Earl Hongfeng in Hongfeng City, and continuously releasing spells."

The young man said of course.

"No, he's not arrogant, he gave ten spell scrolls to each of the four nobles in power in the city, including the city lord's mansion, and wrote a letter of apology. We naturally give him the corresponding decency."

"Why? Just a knight."

The count patted the spell scrolls stacked on the desk.

"You think we're giving a knight decency? We're giving these ten, no, forty identical spell scrolls decency.

As a painting master, Yu Jinan's blatant provocation is the greatest disgrace to him. "

"Didn't you notice that the patrols were late?"

"why?"

"Because to the earl, a master of painting is comparable to a knight order, killing a servant, making a fuss."

"Housekeeper, don't let this Yu Jinan enter the castle in the future."

"Yes, sir."

"Baluan, tomorrow you will deliver the invitation in person and invite him to dinner next week. You must respect him as you respect me."

Baluan was silent for a while, before nodding after a long time.

When Mo Lan returned to the store, Zou Peng, Ding Jin and Zhang Haobo laughed.

"Today is really cool, bombing directly in Hongfeng City, you didn't see Yu Jinan's little eyes, hahaha.

And those city guards are too obedient, right? "

Mo Lan smiled faintly.

"This is the nobility, everything can be measured by value.

Yu Jinan?What is he? "

Chapter 61 The Projector

"Scar, I will trouble you in the next month."

Scar heard the words with a grim smile on his face.

"Don't worry, it's only twenty times a day, not less than once!"

Mo Lan smiled and went back to the store. The gap opened by the wind blade technique at the back has been repaired. Except for the color difference, the others are the same as before.

The next day, Yu Jinan was almost stuck online, and as soon as he went online, he found a message popping up in the chat box.

The sender is Mo Lan, the date is yesterday, and the message has only two words.

"That's it?"

The moment he saw these two words, Yu Jinan's face turned red, and there was only hatred in his eyes when he looked at the castle behind him. .

Yu Jinan wanted to struggle, but the big hand stuck to his neck like an iron pincer and couldn't shake it at all.

But this man giggled and led him towards the dark corner where no one else was, and at the same time put his mouth to his ear and said softly.

"Someone asked me to give you a word.

What about your resources, your relationships, your previous skills?That's it?That's it? "

The struggling Yu Jinan's eyes suddenly widened, but the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his neck, and as soon as his eyes darkened, he turned into a soul and floated up.

From a window in the castle in the distance, two people watched this scene.

Seeing this, Baluan couldn't help asking.

"Father, are they undead creatures? They can be resurrected when they are dead. Every time I see them, I feel incredible."

Viscount Bart also said in amazement.

"Yeah, it's an incredible race."

"Race?"

"Yes, they, including that Mo Lan, the city lord calls them Projectors."

"Projection? Projection like a higher demon?"

"Well, they are not from this world, they appear out of thin air, like a higher demon projected into reality in the abyss.

Therefore, they are like high-level demons and cannot be killed in this world.

But every time they die, they will become weaker. If they die more, they will disappear from this world, and they will only come back after a day or two. Once they kill the beasts, even people will become stronger. "

"There are too many projectors, is this a new demon invasion?"

"Demon invasion? Unlike, these projectors are mercenary, but they won't kill all creatures they see like demons, and they can communicate.

Although they are eager to kill, they never kill civilians or slaves, they just kill monsters.

unless someone actively attacks them.

But it must be noted that they have a very distorted concept.

If you kill a slave in their presence, they will even risk their lives to attack you, or keep staring at you and kill you at all costs. "

"It's incredible, people are incredible, behavior is incredible, and thinking is even more incredible."

Baluan said incredulously.

"There are a lot of projectors, and although they are very weak now, they will definitely become stronger in the future.

So you can restrain yourself, and you can use the power of the projectors to drive them to attack our opponents and enemies in the future.

Remember, we nobles are always noble, we must be noble drivers, not to use brute force.

Even if there are many projectors, it is likely to become stronger, but as long as there is desire, it can be driven by us after all.

Since they can be driven by us, there is no need to worry, just master the method of using them, understand? "

"understand!"

After being silent for a long time, Baluan suddenly asked again.

"Father, I heard that someone successfully stole the blood and power of the devil, can the projector..."

Viscount Bart looked into his eldest son's eyes and stared, seeing the greed in his eyes.

"Before the demons were stealing power, no one felt that power could be stolen, and no one knew how to steal it."

"I understand."

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