Interstellar Peak Glory

"Because he doesn't want to?"

"There are reasons for this." Ling waved his hand at Essard, and said, "And I have to help my brother serve tea, pour water, wash clothes and cook, if I also come to be a fighter, no one will do this for him .”

Essard: "..."

Such a well-behaved little slave, to be honest, why didn't he pick him up back then?

Well, who told him that he didn't know that the little guy who lived by picking up garbage every day was actually a hidden beauty, otherwise... I'm afraid this little slave would not live until this time, Elsard thought.

Elsard said: "Aren't you afraid that he will abandon you one day?"

Ling shook his head, and said, "Brother Mo said that he will take me with him all the time, so Mr. Essard, don't bother you to worry about this matter."

Essard frowned, and said: "It's only been with him for so long, and you've already learned how to speak like this."

Ling smiled shyly but quite satisfied, and said, "There is no way, who makes every day's ears and eyes affected."

Essard looked at Ling and felt a little stuffed, waved his hand and said, "Okay, you can go and wait for your good brother. But I still say that, in this world, except yourself, no one else People, especially men, are unreliable."

Ling Man waved his hands indifferently, and said, "Even if everyone is unreliable, my brother is still reliable. He is the most reliable man in the world."

Elsard thought, what kind of man is he, he has no hair, at most he is a little boy, of course, he does look a little reliable.

After Ling rejected Essard, the fighting match of Mo Jiahua happened to be coming to an end.

The two returned home from the slave farm talking and laughing as usual.

On the road, a group of guys with guns ran out from nowhere, and shot at Mo Jiahua.

This sudden siege, caught off guard, made Ling almost dumbfounded—a gun?

Shouldn't this kind of thing only appear on TV?

They are just slaves, who would use such a thing against them?

Ling was terrified, but Mo Jiahua calmed down after a moment of shock at first.

He stuffed Ling behind a large trash can, while he stood against the wall, took out a mecha space chain from somewhere, shook it, and issued an instruction to make the mecha space chain become A weapon device.

After two moderate sounds of "bang bang", the group of people who were prostrate at the entrance of the alley and attacked him were all wiped out by photon shells.

Ling hid behind the trash can and almost stared blankly.

The level difference and attack power difference between weapons are often irreparable by technology.

After Mo Jiahua pulled Ling out from behind the trash can, he looked at his face with a little worry for a while, and said, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Ling."

Ling hugged Mo Jiahua's body, buried his head on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Those people have guns in their hands, terrible guns, the kind that can kill people with a single bullet."

"I know." Mo Jiahua said softly: "But I have dealt with this kind of thing since I was a child, and there is nothing terrible about it. You see, I solved those people in less than a minute. Take it easy, don't be afraid."

Ling raised his head, looked at Mo Jiahua's masked face, and pursed his lips.

His realization fell on the uniquely shaped weapon in Mo Jiahua's hands. The weapon is in the shape of a silver-black spear, not thick or thin, but Ling has personally seen two pets coming out of that black hole. How terrifying is the power of a light bullet? Originally, the bullet attacks at the entrance of the alley were very powerful and arrogant, densely packed like rain, but after Mo Jiahua made a move, all the attacks stopped.

so horrible.

Also great.

Ling stared blankly at the photon gun.

His heart suddenly beat fast for some reason.

He wanted to touch that thing, because when he saw this weapon, he felt an innate intimacy, as if he could find his lost self just by holding the gun barrel.

Ling didn't know where he came from and where he was going, but he always felt that he didn't belong in this slave area by nature.

—No future, no goal, no ego.

No, he is not such a person.

"What is this?" Ling sat on the bench, resting his chin and staring carefully at the mecha space chain that Mo Jiahua casually threw on the table for him to admire, and asked curiously.

Mo Jiahua came out of the bathroom, wiped his wet hair with a towel, and said: "This is the mecha space chain. Real fighters will drive mechas, and use them to travel and fight in the universe. Really relaxing."

Ling blinked and said, "Such a small thing, can it allow us to fly?"

"Of course." Mo Jiahua walked over and said, "Don't look at it as small, but in fact, it's just in a space button, or in another space dimension. When it is released, you can see its true appearance."

"Then... what about the gun just now?" Ling asked.

"That's another form of it." Mo Jiahua said: "When it is inconvenient to let it appear in the form of a mecha, the form of the weapon is its expression."

Ling nodded with a vague understanding, and said, "Then can I also drive a mecha?"

The feeling of flying in the sky must be very good.

Mo Jiahua raised his eyebrows, rubbed Ling's head, and said, "Of course, as long as you are willing and your physical condition is suitable, I can give you what kind of mecha you want, as long as you tell me." Get it."

Of course, that would have to wait until he returned to the imperial capital.

When Mo Jiahua thought of the imperial capital, he felt a little upset—because he had already received news that people from Melans were looking for him.

However, he doesn't want to leave too early now, because the slave farm can indeed hone people's fighting skills and mental perseverance. Well, they were more or less concerned about his identity, and they didn't dare to go all out. Some people even stopped immediately after touching his body, regardless of the occasion, and apologized and saluted him.

Mo Jiahua thought that in that environment, it was impossible to truly improve himself and clearly define his own strength.

It was different here in the slave field.

No one knew him, and no one knew that he was the prince of the empire, Megahua. He was just like them, even a hateful misfit. Those fighters all tried their best to knock him out of the ring.

This kind of occasion full of fighting spirit and life crisis can really mobilize Mo Jiahua's fighting will, even if he is sometimes injured, sometimes he is exhausted because of private high-intensity training, but Mo Jiahua Hua has almost fallen in love with this feeling.

He decided to stay here for at least another six months.

In the depths of Mo Jiahua's heart, there is a voice telling him - let that person who always looks down on you, look at you with admiration.

In this way, Mo Jiahua chose to stay in the slave farm, changing his original plan to leave in half a year.

Mo Jiahua soon found out that the guys who attacked him and Ling with guns were sent by Jack. He did not deal with Jack privately, nor did he order those subordinates who secretly protected him to do it for him. During a contest with Jack in the ring, he directly kicked his head.

Brain mixed with blood was sprayed on the ring, and everyone present, whether they were ordinary spectators or the major shareholders behind the slave farm, all cheered and jumped.

There was a deafening sound in the arena.

Mo Jiahua just looked at the dead body with a cold expression, and after a glance, he turned and got off the ring.

In the slave arena, it is very rare for someone like Mo Jiahua to kick the opponent's head cleanly with one kick, because it requires absolute strength and super jumping ability, not to mention Mo Jiahua. Jiahua's current height only reaches the position of Jack's chest.

Ling stood under the table and licked his lips. He didn't feel scared, nor did he feel too bloody. He just felt refreshed and happy in his heart.

He found that even if he closed his eyes, the face of Brother Mo, his vigorous figure and beautiful body with firm muscles were always in his mind.

So handsome.

Ling thought, this is the first time Brother Mo has killed someone in the ring.

But it's no wonder Brother Mo, who made that guy trouble them time and time again.

Mo Jiahua was stopped when he went to the locker room to change clothes and take a shower.

Essard looked at Mo Jiahua with complicated eyes, and said, "There is an adult who wants to see you."

Mo Jiahua frowned and said, "No."

He was directly named under the name of Essard, and he was regarded as the slave farm's own person, and he didn't intend to play games for those guests.

Essard blocked his way, shrugged and said: "No way, you have to meet that lord, I know your rules, and I have refused to offend many people who are interested in you, but this Too high and powerful, I can't say no to him at all."

Megahua raised his eyes and looked at Essard.

Although this old fox is a treacherous businessman, eager to squeeze the last drop of oil and water from his fighters, he is actually quite reliable in his work.

The old fox's background is quite deep, at least he has the backing of a big aristocrat.

Someone who he couldn't refuse... Mo Jiahua changed his mind and said, "Okay, I'll go see you."

Mo Jiahua entered that luxurious reception room.

A black-haired young man also wearing a mask was sitting on the sofa hugging left and right, and several beautiful and coquettish slaves who were specially used to serve guests kneeled on the ground to serve him.

As soon as Mo Jiahua saw the guy who was like a fish in water among a group of special professionals, he instantly had the urge to turn around and leave.

And when the adult who couldn't afford to offend saw Mo Jiahua, the wine glass he was holding fell to the ground.

"It's you?" Mo Kelan stood up in an instant, pointed at the gate, and shouted, "Go and close the door for me, and don't let him run away!"

Essed who came in one step later was stunned for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Your Highness, I don't know what's wrong with you, but he is still hanging in our slave yard for the time being, I hope you can give us a buffer Opportunity."

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