The Pirate I Am Undead

Chapter 234 Sea Demon, you are still not a human being!

you wanna die!

Moria slapped the table excitedly, what she originally wanted to say,

But when the words came to his mouth, he seemed to think of the dull and painful knife wound on his neck. Before his palm touched the table, he suddenly stopped, picked up the red wine next to him, and filled Mo Jing's half glass.

"Do you feel that life is boring anymore?" he asked with a beaming look, a seductive tone.

Come and be a zombie under me!

So happy!

Mo Jing knew what he meant,

For those with shadow fruit abilities, as long as they can get the opponent's shadow, they basically have the power of life and death over the opponent!

He asked Moria to cut off his shadow, which was equivalent to tying an iron chain around his neck, and then sent the iron chain to Moria's hands.

What’s not to live impatiently?

For ordinary people, this is indeed the case,

But for the owners of the Original Fire, well, you'd better make sure that what you are holding in your hand is indeed an iron chain and not a data cable that leads directly to the soul.

"Even if I hand the shadow to you, would you dare to take it?" Mo Jing looked at Moria with a smile.

Why don't you dare to take it?

Moria thought to himself, snorted coldly, took the wine glass and drank it himself.

He turned around and gave orders to the zombies behind him.

Soon, Absalom and other zombies carried it, and a giant spotlight more than two meters high was moved to the VIP seat.

This is Moria's special "execution lamp".

The members of the Koi Pirates backed away, leaving Mo Jing alone in front of the spotlight.

Absalom adjusted his angle.

Deng!

The lights come on,

Mo Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down.

Under the dazzling light, his shadow standing with his sword in hand was particularly clear.

Moriah let out a weird laugh, rubbed his hands, and eagerly bent down. He gently lifted Mo Jing's shadow with his index finger and thumb, as if he was holding a piece of art.

Pick up a huge pair of scissors and cut with a click!

——The shadow of the sea devil, get!

Mo Jing watched Moria's operations throughout the process, suppressing the initial fire's counterattack impulse, recalling in his heart the wonderful feeling at the moment when the shadow was lifted and cut.

There wasn't much pain, just a drowsy feeling, but this was just the sequelae of the soul being split in half.

The initial fire swayed slightly and became immune to it.

The Shadow Fruit's ability to cut shadows is very similar to the Luo Surgery Fruit's ability to cut human bodies.

It's just that the former focuses on the separation of the soul level and is covered with a layer of shadow, while the latter focuses more on the separation of the physical level, but there is no lack of manipulation of the soul.

Mo Jing secretly sighed at the magic of the devil fruit.

He could clearly feel that at this moment, he was no different from Laura and others back then.

The soul is crippled and there is a risk of death as long as it is exposed to the sun.

Of course, the premise is that he does not activate the initial fire to take back the other half of the soul.

Hehehehehe~

Moriah's wild laughter echoed in the VIP table. He was holding the shadow of Mo Jing, as if some girl in the entertainment circle had gotten the original signature shirt of her idol, her eyes were shining.

That perverted and salty smile made Mo Jing worry that he would lick it next second.

So Mo Jing raised his hand and slapped him on the face through the shadow.

Snapped!

Moriah tilted his head, his whole body was covered.

Shadow slapped him?

He had been cutting shadow for so many years, and this was the first time he was slapped by a shadow!

"Huh?" He looked at Shadow who started to clench his fist, then turned to look at Mo Jing who was looking at him coldly: "Huh?"

The eyes should be as confused as possible.

"Ah what? Once you get the shadow, hurry up and pick it up for Ryoma!" Mo Jing urged with a look of disgust.

Moria finally understood something, bit his lip, crumpled the shadow into a ball with grief and anger, and stuffed it into Ryoma's body.

My nose was sore and tears were about to come out.

It was obviously a shadow that he had worked so hard to get from others, but in the end, he took off his pants and discovered that it was a fucking fairy dance!

That's too much, sea devil!

After a few seconds, Mo Jing's shadow completely merged into Long Ma's body.

Moria had a stinky face and said with an unhappy face: "I advise you to give up the idea of ​​letting Ryoma go to the battlefield with you as soon as possible. Even if you are added to the battlefield, you will not be able to save your life on that battlefield. The general and you , are completely different levels, do you understand?”

"and"

He sneered and glanced at Mo Jing's body.

"You will die immediately if you are exposed to the sun!"

"I don't need to worry about this. Just remember your promise."

Mo Jing waved his hand and focused all his attention on Longma, who was slowly getting up in the coffin.

The initial fire conveys a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling,

It was as if the other half of his soul at this moment belonged to him, but not completely.

laugh!laugh!

It was like the sound of sparks produced by the friction of flints on an old lighter.

As two sparks flashed from the eye sockets of the dragon horse, among the flying sparks, two flames composed of the initial fire ignited in the eye sockets of the dragon horse.

Flames flowed like lava between the bones and rotten muscle textures!

Moria leaned back as if he was frightened, and took two steps back with a look of shock on his face - the zombies he created would not have any strange flames coming out of their eyes!

This is definitely not his cub! !

He could clearly feel that this zombie was out of his control.

Thinking of this, he felt sad for a moment - it turned out that he was not just a fairy, he was also a surrogate!

Sea Demon, you are still not a human being! !

However, people's sadness is not the same.

Mo Jing's attention at the moment was entirely on Long Ma.

Until now, he can still forcibly control the other half of the soul through the initial fire.

But he didn't do that,

Instead, all control was given to the remaining consciousness in the corpse.

"It's such a long-lost feeling." A slightly hoarse voice came from Ryoma's mouth.

It's the same voice as Mo Jing.

But judging from the way he held the knife, it was slightly different from Mo Jing's.

"Who are you?" Mo Jing asked.

"Longma." Longma thought for a few seconds and answered, "Longma Mo Jing!"

A smile appeared on Mo Jing's lips: "You know what I want to do."

"I know." Ryoma clenched the big sharp knife "Qiu Shui" in his hand little by little, looked at Mo Jing, the flames in his eyes trembled slightly, "This is what I have always wanted to do!"

Both of them had similar smiles on their faces.

People around were confused.

Only two identical voices could be heard, carrying on an unclear conversation between the VIP seats.

Moria took advantage of this gap and tried again to take back control of the shadow without giving up.

But it felt like he was holding a hot red iron, and he immediately took his hand back. When he looked at his palm, he actually left a burnt mark!

At this moment, even as arrogant as he is, he has to admit that the sea demon is indeed his nemesis!

The kind of restraint that works 24 hours a day, 360 degrees, with no blind spots!

Just when he was secretly feeling sad, Mo Jing's voice came to his ears.

"Prepare an open space for us. It should be big enough."

Moria looked up and found that it was the zombie dragon horse giving him orders!

Suddenly his face twisted,

Tears flowed from his eyes unsatisfactorily.

How could he, the majestic Shichibukai Moonlight-Moriah, have gotten to this point?

This stupid sea devil really doesn't do anything about people!