The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

"Zero zero!"

"fine......"

There were a few more wounds on the arm, even though the wounds could not see the bones, the blood was exaggerated like a waterfall in the mountains, the man in purple slashed sinisterly, avoiding the vital points with the knife, and tricked the opponent to bleed.

Without the power, it is impossible for Mo Ling and Xi Mojiu to fight two people who win the power, even if one has to exhaust their strength, after all, FRL, the title of non-human is not a joke.

The scientist in the organization is a guy with powerful calculation abilities. His abilities are not offensive, but creative.Every FRL that joins the organization will be inspected before entering the group. In Ji Nanfeng's words, inspection is the same thing as research.

Sure enough, FRL's genes are different from ordinary people. After all, there are also differences in body and structure. FRL's genes are unstable. If you don't have strong mental power, once you can't suppress it, you will suffer backlash. As for what will happen after the backlash, Mo Ling didn't know.

The organization will never allow them to contact the FRL that has been backlashed, and private investigations are strictly prohibited. If they are discovered or made a report, they will be punished.

Zi Yi insisted on Mo Ling, he didn't move the slightest bit of Xi Mojiu's fur, and attacked Mo Ling with all his hands, in order to stimulate Xi Mojiu.

From crushing the opponent mentally, to upgrading physically, Mo Ling gritted his teeth, how ruthless!

"If something came to me, it would be too despicable for your excellency to pick Ling Ling." Xi Mojiu wanted to pull Mo Ling into his arms and hide him, but unfortunately, under such circumstances, the two of them only had to do this. You will be doubly injured, and what you should maintain most now is calmness and perseverance.

"Hehehe." A mocking laugh came from the right.

Xi Mojiu swung his sword as fast as lightning, and spun around on the soil with his heels, growing a flower.

"Ah." The man in purple groaned in pain, the invisibility ability dissipated, and he staggered a few steps, right next to Xi Mojiu, he glared fiercely at Xi Mojiu, bursting into rage.

The man in gray was watching the show, and when he played with Xi Mojiu and Mo Ling, he thought his younger brother had exposed his direction by making a noise. Xi Mojiu was also ruthless, and the sword pierced through the left shoulder of the man in purple. The man had already stepped into the underworld at this time.

Only then did Xi Mojiu hug Mo Ling, and calmly took out a brown pill and stuffed it into Mo Ling's mouth. Only Mo Ling knew that Xi Mojiu's fingers were trembling when touching his lips.

I don't know what kind of magic elixir it is, Mo Ling's white and blue lips gradually turned red, he covered his arm, and the veins in the hand that clenched the hilt of the sword were bulging.

"Damn it, it hurts so much. Brother, kill them! Quick!" the man in purple yelled viciously.

"Okay, okay." The gray-clothed man comforted his injured brother at a loss, his face was grim when he saw Xi Mojiu.

The blue pupils flashed, and Mo Ling waited for his ability, but the man in gray didn't see any changes, except that his pupils turned into blue pupils that appeared when using the ability, nothing else changed.

Xi Mojiu, who was hugging Mo Ling, charged up and pushed Mo Ling away, and the unsuspecting Mo Ling fell down, his back rubbed against the smooth stones on the ground, his back was scratched, and the soft soil splashed onto his clothes and hair.

"Jiu'er?" Mo Ling closed one eye and called out in pain.

Xi Mojiu's eyes glowed red, and the veins near his temples swelled up. He covered his head and struggled on the spot, as if he was trying to endure something. He struggled to control himself to step back and not touch Mo Ling.

"Brother, let them kill each other!" the man in purple urged eagerly.

There was a layer of sweat on the forehead of the man in gray, and he stared at Xi Mojiu expressionlessly. He said reluctantly, "No, his mental power is too strong. I can't completely override him for the time being."

"Brother, how can you not be able to control an ordinary person? How strong is the mental power of an ordinary person." The man in purple muttered. Can't stop. Kill the man on the ground and bring Xi Mojiu back."

Listening to their conversation, Mo Ling instantly understood Xi Mojiu's anomaly, he was a psychic!A rare FRL.

Let the supernatural power pass into the enemy's brain, lock other people's reason and thoughts, and thus over-control the enemy. Mental supernatural beings can only control people with lower spiritual power than themselves.

Xi Mojiu is an ordinary person, so it is no problem to override him. Unexpectedly, Xi Mojiu's mental power is comparable to that of a FRL, and can even resist the control of psychic abilities!

Their target is me?Xi Mojiu was still sane, but Mo Ling, who was lying on the ground, was bleeding into the soil, making his heart ache because of his embarrassment.

Xi Mojiu couldn't figure out what the man in gray clothes was capable of, but looking at Mo Ling's expression, it was anything but simple. Xi Mojiu's brain was bulging, as if it would explode in the next second, and the louder and louder tinnitus replaced it. other people's voices.

Seeing his lover on the ground with scarlet eyes, Xi Mojiu took a difficult step forward. The man in gray thought that he could overtake Xi Mojiu, and suddenly he was full of confidence. With a victorious posture, he ordered Xi Mojiu to kill Mo Ling.

Xi Mojiu picked up the sword thrown on the ground, the hilt was covered with mud, his fingers were also covered with mud, the hand holding the sword was trembling, and he stepped forward stiffly step by step.

He held the sword high, but the corners of his lips curled up in an invisible arc, and Mo Ling's expression of near despair was reflected in his eyes. When the sword stabbed, blood spattered, only staining the hem of his black clothes.

You can't see red in the black clothes, only a few spots on the hem of the clothes are shiny.

The gray-clothed man withdrew his ability, Xi Mojiu threw down his sword tremblingly, and slid down two lines of clear tears. The purple-clothed man suddenly disappeared, and hit Xi Mojiu hard on the neck, and Xi Mojiu fainted with black eyes.

"Bah. Two men together, disgusting!" The man in purple kicked the lifeless Mo Ling vigorously, spitting in disgust.

The gray-clothed man picked up Xi Mojiu in the simplest posture: "Okay. Let's go back quickly. You are injured, so you have to go back and find a doctor."

"Ah."

The sound of one purple and one gray walked towards the deepest part of the forest. Not long after, the sky began to drizzle, and a dead body lay alone in a place without tree shelter.

Several buckets of bitter cold water were poured on the unconscious man, and the thick iron chains on the baby's arms tied the man's hands and bound his feet.

There is a smelly wall behind, and torture instruments are placed on the left and right sides, and anyone who can be tortured at random is better than death.

"Team leader, someone has been arrested." The man in gray knelt down, looked at the tip of the tea drinker's shoe, and said respectfully.

The man in purple was protecting the injured area, his kneeling figure was precariously falling.

"Yeah." The tea drinker put the teacup on the table and brushed the dust off his clothes: "Go to the credits office to register. Xiaolu's injury looks serious. You don't need to accept missions recently. Take a good rest."

"Thank you, Team Leader!" The man in gray and the man in purple replied excitedly.

The man in gray said, "Leader, let's go down first."

"Ah."

With permission, the man in gray helped the man in purple out of the dark hall, and the man in the shadow thoughtfully removed the thumb ring.