Fast time travel tricks to death system

"Why did you show up, why..." Mo'er laughed at himself, thinking of his current appearance, he also felt sad for himself.

If it wasn't for the person in front of him, he wouldn't be like this. Compared with Zhou Ming's embarrassment, he is the one who is more embarrassing.

No one in this world really cared about him, he was always the one who was abandoned.

Mo'er's emotional changes were obvious. At this time, he was like a deer that had lost his footing, confused and pitiful.

But these were not enough to impress Zhou Ming, because he didn't need to show mercy to the person who repeatedly killed him.

Zhou Ming showed his fangs, and his scarlet eyes symbolized wanton killing. He is not a person to be slaughtered, let alone bypass him for these so-called pitiful factors.

He must be responsible for everything he has done before, and this is also his price.

"What, you want to kill me?" Mo'er didn't feel that Zhou Ming would threaten him at all, and he never even planned to regard him as an opponent.

"Then you come here and let me see what skills you have learned from him." He wanted to know what in Zhou Ming was worthy of Macarena's cultivation of him.

"Host, are you sure you want to fight him?" The system felt that with the current physical condition of the host, it is better to avoid such strenuous exercise.

"Yeah, I've wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time, you can check our data for me."

"If it was before he was injured, it would be more than enough to deal with him, but now..." Maybe there is little hope of defeating him.

"When did he become so powerful?" It seemed that he had spent all his money, so that was fine, and no one would say that he was bullying the small with the big.

To deal with this kind of person, he will not use any tricks, he will only go head-on, and he wants to let Mo'er know what it means to reap the consequences.

What he gave to him, he gave back to him.

Mo'er was wearing white clothes, and the wind swept his tail.

His clear eyes could not see any impurities. Even if Zhou Ming's weapon reached the center of his eyebrows, he remained calm and unmoved.

Now his prosthetic is his weapon, his new hand, invulnerable to fire and water.

Zhou Ming's sword was easily broken by him. At this moment, Zhou Ming hooked his legs and turned back to suppress Mo'er.

Mo Er nimbly lowered his waist, raised his legs sideways, and resisted Zhou Ming's close combat.

He secretly explored Zhou Ming's moves, as long as he could figure out Zhou Ming's moves, he would be able to handle them with ease.

What's more, Zhou Ming is still a semi-disabled person.

Zhou Ming tried many times. He has figured out Mo'er's current strength, and he has to say that he has improved rapidly.

At the moment when Zhou Ming was thinking, Mo Er found a breakthrough point, and he punched Zhou Ming in the abdomen.

Zhou Ming's face turned from blue to purple in an instant, and Zhou Ming fought back after a while.

This time and again, neither of them got any benefit.

The reason why Zhou Ming changed his face was not because of the pain, but because if that punch hit an ordinary person, his bones would have been shattered long ago.

Zhou Ming didn't plan to fight Mo'er for a long time. He had already discovered his strength, so there was no need for him to be exhausted.

You must know that his fighting skills are also good, and his fighting skills are fast, precise and ruthless.

Mo'er couldn't handle it, and his reaction was relatively slow.

He was so beaten that he had no power to fight back. He just blocked Zhou Ming's attack blindly. He had never seen such a move before, and he had no time to think about how to deal with it. He just resisted being beaten unilaterally.

When Zhou Ming put the broken sword tip against his throat, he realized that he was completely at a disadvantage.

He gritted his teeth and said, "You won."

"If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you." His tone was very unwilling, Zhou Ming chuckled, and kicked off the thing he took out from his sleeve with his foot.

What fell out was the explosives he had just used.

Why would he have dynamite?

At this moment, Mo'er wanted to get out of the predicament, but Zhou Ming pushed him to the ground and stepped on his back.

He went to the system to buy a bottle of potion. At first he thought he would not need the pain-increasing potion, but this time, he had to let Mo'er remember this for a lifetime.

Mo'er's hands are very spiritual, and his painting skills are also very good. I am afraid that when Delga ordered his hands to be abolished, he must be very sad.

Then he let the pain go deeper.

He took out the corrosive liquid in his backpack, and there was only a small bottle of green liquid that gave off a frightening aura.

Mo'er was shocked. He wanted to get up, but Zhou Ming stepped on him again.

Zhou Ming didn't say a word at this moment, but Mo'er seemed to be able to hear every word he said.

He will not let him go, he wants him to get what he deserves!

retribution?There has never been any retribution in this world, and what did he do wrong?

Was he wrong for himself?

Delga easily disabled his hand, so that he could never touch a pen again.

He didn't even finish the portrait of his favorite person, so he couldn't continue painting anymore.

He doesn't want to lose everything, he has been lingering until now, even if everyone who looks at him looks at it with a vulgar look, he doesn't take it to heart, because he knows that no one will love him, only himself, he The only one you can trust is yourself.

Zhou Ming hesitated for a while, but decided to sprinkle the corrosive liquid on his hands. He had done his best not to kill him.

After crippling his hands, he cut one of his hamstrings.

"Host, don't you want to kill him?" The system's first reaction after seeing the data was confusion. Didn't the host always want to kill him before?Why did you change your mind again.

"I don't want to kill him so easily, cripple his hands and feet, so that he can't do evil, but what he will endure next will be a hundred times and a thousand times more pain."

"It's called—life is better than death." The system has learned a lot recently, whether it's human emotions or others, it's not easy for him to change from a cold machine to an emotional person.

"Okay, don't worry about him, just send me there."

"Why..." Mo'er, who was lying on the ground, shed two lines of clear tears, but the next moment he laughed strangely again. He bit Zhou Ming's arm hard, and he didn't let go until the bite was bleeding.

He said: "I tell you, even if I die, I will take you with me. If you don't kill me, don't regret it!"

It was really a wolfhound, biting so hard, as if it wanted to bite off his flesh.

Zhou Ming threw Mo'er away, crying and laughing as he was paralyzed on the ground, he overestimated his own strength too much.

If one mistake is made, the whole game is lost.

He, Mo'er, did lose. He wanted too much to snatch Zhou Ming's tomb treasure, and he wanted Zhou Ming's life too much.

His urgency drove him down the abyss.

When he watched Zhou Ming disappear directly in front of his eyes, he knew that God had never favored him.

Zhou Ming spared his life on purpose to make him die of pain.

How could he let Zhou Ming get what he wanted, but he refused to let him get what he wanted.

He moved his half-paralyzed body, he would not seek his own death, only if he lived had hope, even if the heavens hindered him, he would go against his fate.

But when he was crawling hard on the ground, the explosives that fell on the ground lit up.

After a while, sparks flew everywhere.

He didn't expect that this would be his last "crematorium".

The system interface displayed a red warning, which he ignored indifferently.