MTL - Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks-v2 Chapter 4282 transaction

Everyone is inevitably crowded together, and there are more conflicts and contradictions.

It is conceivable that by then, the void will be full of struggles, fight for a place to rest, and compete for resources...

Mo Ming was indifferent, and even if the Nether Race killed his blood, he did not care.

It is not him who caused this situation.

Mo Ming sighed in his heart, and the virtual creature was really comfortable. It was time to move.

I have to struggle hard before I die. It’s like a live fish on a chopping board. Although it must be dead, if there is no difference, there is no soul.

If you move, you will have energy. If you don’t touch the fish, you will win in chaos.

There are too many races in the void, and some races have never even appeared.

If there are treatments in some races, too uncle.

Even if everyone is going to die, the uncle must be the last to die.

Too was too tired, didn't talk, went back to the organization with Mo Ming, and then lay on a black stone bed.

Mo Ming went out, then came back, holding a bottle in his hand, and the bottle was bright red blood.

"Drink something and sleep again." Mo Ming woke up Uncle, and the uncle looked at the bottle and screwed his eyebrows. His expression was a bit disgusting. "I don't drink this kind of thing."

"The taste is not good. Now you have problems with your body and drink."

If it is Ningshu here, you have to jump up and swear, this is what a fairy scene, too uncle is too disgusted, one has to lick him to drink his own blood.

Uncle Tai did not want to turn a body back to Mo Ming, "Looking at the organization, I am in a bad state, and some people want to move."

Is this organization a heart, of course not.

Interest is the core appeal of people...

Mo Ming left the bottle, but it is a pity that these blood...

Mo Ming informed Mo Ming to come over. Mo Ming was informed by the main system that he was very surprised. He couldn't figure out what he had to go through his superiors and directly inform him.

Mo Ming said to Mo Ming: "You are going to call Ning Shu."

Mo Ming is a bit aggressive, "Is she not dead?"

"The little fat man is her, you have seen it." Mo Ming said.

The black man asked the face of the black man, but he couldn’t understand how Ning Shu became the little girl, and what happened in the end.

Mo Ming tentatively asked: "Is there anything to find her?"

Mo Ming: "I have what she wants in her hand. She knows, you go to notice."

In the face of the tasks assigned by the superiors, what can I do? Even if I don’t want to, I have to go.

When Mo Ming came to the Styx River all the way, the Styx was still so stinky. Because the position changed, Mo Ming looked for a long time...

There was a man in the yard pulling his feathers. He looked up and looked at Mo Ming. "Who are you looking for?"

Mo Ming stood outside the fence and said, "I am looking for Ning Shu."

Although there was some doubt before, but this will be officially recognized, and Mo Ming’s heart is still somewhat unacceptable.

The man with the feathers stood up, rubbed his hands on the apron, and went into the room. After a while, he came out, followed by a little girl who was sleepy.

She looks good and is fatter than before.

Ning Shu saw Mo Ming and immediately said hello. "Come in, how come you are."

Mo Ming just entered the yard and saw that the man went to pull the chicken feathers again. He used a lot of effort to shift his gaze from his body...

It feels weird to see a emptiness of feathers.

Ning Shu poured a cup of tea on Mo Ming. "What do you have?"

Mo Ming said: "You are Ning Shu."

Ning Shu nodded and smiled and said: "Yes, for some reason, there is no death."

Ning Shu is not afraid of losing horses at all. She can now announce to the world that "the old lady is back, and the old lady is Ning Shu, it is your embarrassment."

"That's good, I thought you were dead." Mo Ming did not drink tea, he was in a state of soul, and unprocessed food could not be eaten.

Mo Ming stared at Ning Shu, Ning Shu touched his face. "What's wrong, is there any problem?"

Mo Ming; "You are not similar to what you used to be."

Ning Shu: "That's not necessarily. After all, I haven't opened it yet. Waiting for it to open, it's as beautiful as before."

Mo Ming silently looked at Ning Shu’s fat face. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to open up. Just say good things, “I am looking for you to be the main system.”

Ning Shu is very surprised, "Sang Liang, what did he do for me?"

It used to be a sneak peek, and now I am actively looking for him.

This is any intrigue and tricks. Anyway, Ning Shu is full of vigilance against Sanliang.

Mo Ming said: "He said that he has what you want in his hand and let you go."

Ning Shu: ...

I really believe in his evil, the bad old man is very bad.

Let her go, maybe it’s a slap in the face.

Ning Shu asked very indifferently: "What is he talking about?"

Mo Ming shook his head. "I don't know about this. He only said that you need this thing."

The first reaction of Ningshu is blood, but why do you want to exchange blood with yourself?

How can I think it is impossible? !

People like Sangliang have something to do.

Ning Shu directly asked: "What happened to the organization?"

Mo Ming’s look paused. “There are a lot of things happening in the organization. I guess, the main system is looking for you, it should be for the uncle.”

Ning Shu snorted, no surprise, and only the uncle is worthy of Sang Liang's painstaking plan.

Others, Sang Liang are "close my ass, shut your ass, roll."

Ning Shu: "What happened to the uncle?"

Mo Ming paused for a few seconds and finally said: "The organization may be chaotic, and the void will be chaotic."

Ning Shu picked up his eyebrows and was surprised. "Can't you live?"

Mo Ming:......

Ning Shu: "You go on."

The appearance of Mo Ming is a bit tangled. "I don't know if I should tell you."

It stands to reason that things in this organization should not be told to others.

And look at the grievances between Ning Shu and Tai Shu, I am afraid there is still trouble.

If the uncle is really out of order, the organization will definitely be turbulent. Mo Ming does not want to be turbulent, the soul is very weak, compared with the virtual creature.

Even if there are countless souls in the whole organization, you may not have to fight too much.

This is the qualitative difference.

"Uncle may be injured."

Ning Shu: "When is he not hurting?" The law has a problem with the sea, and the body of the uncle has always had problems.

She now understands that Sang Liang may be looking for her for the uncle's body.

Maybe it’s hard, maybe it’s soft.

Ning Shu smiled. "That's why, let you come to me, and I can't make it difficult for you to do it."

Mo Ming: "...in fact, you can't go."

Ning Shu waved his hand, "Nothing, wait for me to get something."