Urban God-level Selection System

Immediately his clothes swelled, his energy roared, and his strange voice was like a roar of a witch.

Under Zhang Lin's provocation, he actually used the power of his own blood sacrifice, which was really hard for him to imagine.

What was even more surprised was naturally Mo Yu, she knew the consequences of the blood sacrifice.

Once the blood sacrifice, while gaining power, he will also be severely injured.

How could he use the power of blood sacrifice! ?

It was really hard for Mo Yu to figure it out, but facing an opponent like Zhang Lin, he didn't need to use such self-harm methods.

She reminded Zhang Lin: "This is a blood sacrifice, so be careful."

How can Zhang Lin not see it?

This is exactly what he seduced.

At this moment, he may be secretly surprised, how could this be?

The fighting has reached a fever pitch.

Everyone watched attentively, their hearts tied to a tight string.

I'm so scared, even with a slight move, this string will break.

It looks like Zhang Lin is at stake.

Mo Chou's scratches were left in the air, strange and bloody.

Zhang Lin only dodges but does not attack.

"You really only have this strength!?"

He snorted coldly and decided to do it.

Agitated by Zhang Lin again, Mo Chou felt qi and blood attacking his heart, wishing to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He attacked harder, but the harder he hit the opponent.

Sometimes you can only see the gap between yourself and the other party if you try your best.

Mo Chou saw it like this! The gap is really ten thousand miles, how small he is.

How majestic that person is to him.

He was slightly distracted, and his shortcomings opened up.

Zhang Lin punched out, hitting Mo Chou's chest.

Everyone saw that the man who had defeated the instructor was blasted out by a student, and he fell to the ground and vomited blood.

Embarrassed.

Everyone cheered.

"Zhang Lin, you will be me from now on, dad, dad, accept my admiration!"

"It's really shameless, how can it be so close.

Right, grandpa? "

"I feel that it would be better to learn from him!"

Wang Youyou was the first to check Zhang Lin's injury again. He tossed over and stopped without seeing any injuries, but his nose was already red and tears rolled in his eyes.

He looked like crying and stopped, and looked extremely wronged.

It was like she was fighting Mo Chou on stage in person.

Zhang Lin can only comfort Wang Youyou with his arms: "Okay, okay, nothing is wrong, everything is over."

"It's fine if you're fine, I'm really worried if you are, if..." Wang Youyou's voice choked.

She loves him so much, what can she do if something happens to him?

Seriously, if you let her die for him now, she can! The matter is not over yet.

Mo Chou spit out a mouthful of blood, a hint of hatred appeared in his dark eyes, and said, "Mo Yu, are you really unwilling to go back!?"

"Well, you can forget the curse on you. After I go back, your curse will be activated!"

"You will feel deep pain. In less than a day, your beautiful skin will rot completely!"

"I'll give you another chance, to follow or not to follow!?"

This is undoubtedly a dilemma for Mo Yu.

Follow, life will be better than death.

If you don't follow it, you will also die.

But Mo Yu only thought for a moment, then said: "Don't follow! You go.

I die, that's my business! "

Mo Chou was startled, then laughed: "Do you think any man can solve this curse, except me!"

"Well, since you want to die, wait for it!"

"Tomorrow you will be a cold body!"

Mo Chou left angrily, his injury and blood sacrifice made his figure look even more old.

Zhang Lin asked Fang Lin, "What's the matter with that curse?"

Fang Lin shook his head, "I don't know this, Mo Yu never told me."

Mo Yu's face was expressionless, and he walked outside, looking extremely lonely.

Is this when a person is facing death?

In the evening, Mo Yu didn't participate in the training. Wang Chao called Zhang Lin aside and said to him alone: ​​"Zhang Wanlin, don't do this all the time. It's time to give these kids formal training."

"In addition, I think that what the person said today is 80% true. Since you are so powerful, you should help her.

After all, she is also a student here. "

Needless to say, Zhang Lin also knew this.

He said, "Well, that's it for now, I'll go see her."

"Yep."

Zhang Lin asked for leave and left, Wang Youyou insisted to follow, but was blocked by Wang Chao's ferocious eyes.

"Zhang Lin temporarily handles some things for me, do you want to follow?"

It was harsh.

Wang Youyou had to shrink back and snorted: "What's so great! I haven't been defeated by that person."

Wang Chao heard such a low voice, and Wang Chao said angrily: "What did you say?"

Wang Youyou stuck out his tongue and went to do training by himself.

Zhang Lin went out of the playground, and after no one left or right, he unlocked the magic on his body.

His posture became tall and straight at a speed visible to the naked eye, his muscles were strong and his eyes were like electricity.

The outline of the moonlight is very handsome.

Zhang Wanlin followed the breath and walked forward.

Mo Yu was in the dormitory, the pain of the curse made her miserable.

Her bed was a mess, just like her messy hair and messy thin shirt.

Fragrant sweat dripping.

She had never thought that the curse would come so quickly. Originally, she was going to leave here and go to a strange place where no one could find it, and then turned into bones and died silently.

However, the curse did not give her enough time, he did not give her enough time.

She can only lie in the dormitory, letting her life flow.

From the moment she was born, the moment she entered into the marriage contract, the Taoist priest made preparations to prevent future violations: tattoos on her young body-a curse.

Except for the man who signed the agreement personally, no one can lift the curse.

And the contracting man can also initiate a curse, so that the cursed person will die.

Just like Mo Yu is now.

The door was locked, but it was like a hand twisted the lock.

The door opened.

The figure of a man was projected in the high light.

He slowly approached, closed the door, and the room reappeared in darkness.

Even in pain, Mo Yu still noticed this man. She opened her eyes in the quilt tightly, looked at the incoming person, and asked vigilantly: "Who are you!?"

"I?"

Zhang Wanlin smiled, really forgot his original identity, "I am Zhang Wanlin, the chief instructor of your king team."

Mo Yu's eyes widened suddenly, this is Zhang Wanlin?

She had heard all kinds of rumors, and summed it up as powerful as a myth.

Is he Zhang Wanlin?

As I can see, those myths seem to have come true.

"What are you doing here?"

Mo Yudao.

Still very vigilant.

"They say you are cursed.

"