Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 1884 Bian Ming
Although Mo Feng combined the pot of mint raised by Liang Zi and her name, he took this new name, but he...

Mo Feng: "I still think it's cuter to be called Xiao Yipen [squint smile]"

Feng Boliang: "I won't play with you anymore, huh [doge]"

Mo Feng: "I called you Liangliang, Xiaoliangliang, and Liangliangliang before, so why didn't you accept Xiaoyipen?"

Feng Boliang: "[doge]"

Mo Feng: "Forget it. Little Mint, just Little Mint."

Feng Boliang: "[Slanting eyes and laughing]"

Barrage: "Ryoko's little expression [squinting smile]"

"The little bat can't speak after losing, so Liangzi can't talk about it and ask Mo Feng to change it [laughs and cry]"

Feng Boliang asked how Mo Feng found herself, Mo Feng smiled playfully and replied: "This is love, the guidance of love made us meet."

Feng Boliang raised her hand and patted Mo Feng's face: "You're getting skinny again!"

Mo Feng didn't hide, and still looked at her with a smile. Feng Boliang was a little embarrassed by him. She was always provocative, but it was the first time that she was defeated when her eyes met, and she was a little hasty. Diverted the conversation:

"You've seen my past, so I'm going to see you too!"

Mo Feng carelessly hooked the corners of her lips, and suppressed the obscurity in her eyes: "There is nothing interesting about my past, and it has been broadcast long ago, so you can't watch it."

Feng Baoliang put her hands together and rubbed Mo Feng's face: "I don't believe it, I want to see it!"

Mo Feng pulled her hand down with one hand, and pointed forward with the other: "Let's find someone else, and leave this place together!"

Feng Boliang sighed: "I know you're changing the subject, but you're right, we can't stay here forever."

Along the way, Mo Feng saw an acquaintance.But to Feng Boliang, that is a strange young man.

The young Fengshen is elegant, with chestnut mid-length hair half tied and half draped, with a golden bird ornament with wings spread. Under the hair on his forehead, there are a pair of unique and beautiful brown eyes, staring straight ahead.

He was dressed in li-colored clothes and a pair of unique black lacquered gloves, which gave him an even more extraordinary aura.

Bian Ming!Hua Banxia recognized it immediately, but she didn't expect him to appear here.

Shui Wunian frowned: "The people in that mysterious space will also show up here?"

"What is the basis for choosing people to enter the illusion in this place?" I always feel more and more confused.

Feng Baoliang realized that what he was looking at was the memory displayed in front of him, and Mo Feng's figure was still inside: "Someone you know?"

Mo Feng didn't answer her, and after a pause, he lazily said, "If you're interested, just look at his memory."

Feng Boliang: "He is?"

Mo Feng: "Bian Ming, people in our camp call him the most powerful person in the star realm."

Feng Boliang: "Then he must be very powerful."

Mo Feng: "I think I can also be the strongest in the star world!"

Feng Boliang: "I guess it's because you're unreliable, you weren't nominated by someone from your camp."

Mo Feng smiled indifferently, and asked again: "Where are you in the cloud world?"

Feng Boliang thought about it seriously: "I don't know about those strong people who have not been nominated, but if they also participate, it may be difficult to say who is the strongest. For now, I think, our cloud world The most powerful one is Shi Yu."

Mo Feng: "I want to see them fight."

Feng Boliang: "Oh, heroes see the same thing!"

Bian Ming looked at the memory, not caring about Shuangfeng who came by.

This star powerhouse had been nominated before, and he had been mentioned several times, and finally made his appearance. The audience was very excited.

Now, with the perspective of the witness, they are brought into the memory screen——

The first time the two met, Bian Ming was rushing for an exam.Walking halfway, after taking a brief look at Mo Feng who came out of the academy, he didn't look any more.

When passing by, Mo Feng didn't even look at Bian Ming, the corners of his mouth curled up, leaving a thought-provoking sentence: "If I were you, I wouldn't go in for the exam."

"What do you mean?" Bian Ming looked back at Mo Feng sideways.

Mo Feng tilted his head and looked at him: "literally."

The people around Bian Ming wondered: "How can there be such a competition! Tell the opponent not to..."

"Mo Feng."

"What?" The person who was interrupted by Mo Feng felt that he was weird.

"My name." Raising his hand, Mo Feng left quickly.

It didn't take long for Bian Ming to fully understand that what Mo Feng said earlier meant that the examiner was unfair to him.

Although I don't know where Mo Feng got the news, I have to admit that what he said is right.If he had known this situation earlier, Bian Ming probably wouldn't have walked in.

The second time they met was after Lin Qingluo brought Lin Xiujie into the inner room of the pharmacy - the pharmacy was run by themselves - Bian Ming, who came to help and worked as a clerk with the others, saw a not-so-unfamiliar customer walking into the store.

Bian Ming tentatively called his name: "Mo Feng?"

"Yo, long time no see, it's hard for you to remember me." Mo Feng smiled half a smile.

Bian Ming raised his forehead: "We only met each other this morning, isn't it too long? My memory isn't that bad."

"Really? I thought someone didn't remember what I said and went directly to the exam. Maybe it's because of a very bad memory, and I probably forgot even me."

With the heart that the customer is God, Bian Ming tried his best to resist the urge to slap Mo Feng to death.

"What medicine are you here to buy?"

"Medicine for bruises." The corner of Mo Feng's mouth curved into a cold arc, and from the corner of his eyes, he squinted at the dark corner next to the opposite shop. "Best for fractures."

As soon as the words fell, his whole body flickered like a ghost for an instant, and then disappeared, as if melting into the unknown darkness.

When he returned to the store, Mo Feng raised his hand and threw one person in front of Bian Ming like throwing trash.

That person seemed to have become a compressed waste product, his bones were broken and he couldn't move!
The smile on Mo Feng's face, which was as bright as the sun, looked even colder when coupled with his cruel methods: "I'll give him the medicine, and I'll pay for it."

In Bian Ming's opinion, this method of dealing with those who secretly spy on those with malicious intentions is not worth mentioning. If it were someone else, it might be even more cruel.What's more, this person on the ground has "fairly" killed people around him more than once before, how can he let him go easily?

Illusion?The ghost way he used seems to be different from his own, and the fluctuation of ghost energy is also different... Bian Ming faintly felt that there was something in Mo Feng that he could not detect.

Seeing this, the other shop assistants were all surprised and talked a lot.

In the next moment, this person suddenly coughed up a large amount of black poisonous blood, his body convulsed continuously, and he died in front of Bian Ming's eyes.

Take all the poison?Bian Ming approached the corpse to investigate, then frowned and looked at Mo Feng.Obviously there is a grudge between them, why would he come...

"I have a bit of a personal grievance with him." Mo Feng took out a waist card from the man's pocket, and then threw it away like a toy. "I'll give you a piece of advice. There's a monitor in this thing, and there's a z-hole monitor in your store. Is it monitoring you?"

He flung his hand out, his waist badge like a blade, and flew towards a red spot on the shop door that was hard to see with the naked eye, and suddenly pierced through it.

When was the monitor installed?The shop assistants were restless, wondering whether to tell Lin Xiujie and Lin Qingluo about this matter.

Bian Ming said calmly, "Why are you so sure that he is watching me?"

"Looking in the dark." The waist card was blown up by the wind, and it fell down like a fallen leaf.Mo Feng stretched out his hand casually and caught it smoothly.He has a superb sense of darkness.

Bian Ming stared: "You didn't come here to buy medicine."

"I just came in when I saw you. I'm very interested in you."

"Are you here to see my joke?" Bian Ming covered his forehead as he looked at Mo Feng who was playing with the card.

I've been under surveillance for so long, and I haven't discovered it until now!This person's ability to hide and track is too strong!

A long time after Bian Ming called the other shop assistants to help dispose of the corpse, Mo Feng stayed for a meal. After all, he helped solve the problem of being monitored, and it was not easy to drive him away.However, Bian Ming always felt that he was weird, and his intention to get close to him was probably more than the so-called interest.

The meals were all cooked by Lin Xiujie, and of course, Lin Qingluo also helped.Bian Ming wanted to help but was pushed out by Lin Qingluo, telling him to sit down and wait.Mo Feng was unmoved, and had been waiting for food.

Feng Boliang looked curiously: "What personal grievances does that person have with you?"

Mo Feng explained: "Their forces are hostile to our organization, and Bian Ming was my target at the time."

Feng Boliang's first reaction was: "Are you all going to kill Bian Ming?"

Mo Feng smiled: "The target person does not mean that we need to kill. As for the people they organized, I didn't think of killing that person at the time. Who would have expected that this person would commit suicide so quickly..."

Mo Feng quietly clenched his fists: "In their organization, I only have a desire to kill one person—"

Feng Boliang: "Who is this person?"

Mo Feng: "It's better that you don't know him."

Mo Feng and Bian Ming met again, in a college competition, a fat man used a poisonous needle to his opponent in a dirty trick.There was an uproar in the audience, and the principal hurriedly sent other teachers to take away the fat man, intending to personally ask him how he got this thing, it was a deadly poisonous needle!

The companions of the seriously injured student had already rushed forward, planning to give the fat man a hard time and vent their anger on his friend, but several teachers had already taken him away first, so they had no choice but to give up.

None of the other people present could see what kind of poison it was, but the corners of Mo Feng's mouth curled up.

At the same time, Bian Ming immediately suspended the video chat, and his figure flashed like a ghost. Although it was not faster than teleportation, he rushed to the side of the wounded before the arrival of the medical team.

This poison was what killed the watcher who was in Lin's pharmacy at that time after taking it...

Beforehand, Bian Ming only knew that he had taken all the poison, but he didn't know what kind of poison it was. Afterwards, a person who was proficient in the way of ghosts told him that it was poisoned by ghosts.

What makes Bian Ming feel strange is that the ghost poison comes from the ghost world, where the dead go. How could it appear in the fantasy world and be used by people?

It is said that the deceased has passed away, and reincarnation is also a matter of the next reincarnation, so how could it be possible to bring ghost poison to the world where the living is?Unless it's because of...

For this reason, seeing the blood on the injured student's back from a distance, like the color of the monitor spitting out poisonous blood, Bian Ming came over desperately to check his injury nearby.

The fog that couldn't be solved at first is even more confusing now.

The game is still going on, and the fat man has been taken away.Under the instruction of the principal, the teachers of the healing department neither affected the competition nor touched the student's wound, and carried him out of the playground on a stretcher.

"This is ghost poison! My classmates, don't touch his wounds! This poison is extremely dangerous, and it is very easy to infect and kill you! His back is full of... I'm afraid he will die!"

Bian Ming and other students who followed were startled when they heard what they said when they just put down the stretcher.

The poisonous needle entered the body, even if the needle can be taken out in time, the poison has already spread to the entire back in the shortest time, and the gods cannot save it!

Looking at the pale face of the student who was losing vitality, his companions were heartbroken and could only cry and beg.

"What's the point of pronouncing the death penalty immediately after the rule is gone? Get out of the way! Let me do it!" Before a life-threatening event, how could Bian Ming care about respecting his teacher?There is no time to spare, and if you delay for a moment, the student will be in danger of death for an extra moment.

"You come? You are not from the healing department..."

The leading teacher was about to start to stop Bian Ming, but he didn't want to be stopped by a healing student.

He doesn't know how much strength Bian Ming has. Strictly speaking, he has known Bian Ming for a while, but in fact, the two of them didn't have much communication.

"Teachers, please trust him."

He himself doesn't know why he trusts Bian Ming so much, maybe it's because of the fluke mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, and he doesn't want to see such an outstanding student die here.

Bian Ming didn't say any more, his left hand was blue, and he placed it on the wounded man's back. As far as his eyes could see, a circle of blue magic circle appeared instantly. , for healing.

how is this possible!Isn't Bian Ming from the summoning department?Why did this healing element appear on him?Could it be that they were born with dual systems!

If everyone in the arena saw Bian Ming, a freshman from the Summoning Department, actually using healing magic to treat the wounded, who wouldn't be amazed by it?

They were stunned, but some other students saw another wounded person appearing in the match, and reminded them that they would go to help and not disturb Bian Ming.

Bian Ming used the healing superimposed medical skills of the healing department and the ghost way. If it was just magic, it would be as they said, and it would not be able to save the wounded man at all.

However, Bian Ming is different, he is both a freshman in the Summoning Department and a new student in the Healing Department, and he is also a ghost cultivator.

In other words, he is the only one who can save people at present.

What is difficult for human eyes to see is that there are some inconspicuous black glows on the index finger and middle finger of Bian Ming's right hand, and the ghost poison on the wounded man's back is separated into strands of ghost gas and poisonous gas, and the ghost gas is sucked. Slowly introduce into his body, the poisonous gas...

When Bian Ming was about to think of ways to condense the poisonous gas into the needle, a weak voice sounded: "You can really save him like this, but you can't contain the poisonous gas yourself, right?"

The owner of the voice seemed to be Mo Feng, with a slightly cold right hand stretched out, actively pulling the poisonous gas away from the wounded and Bian Ming, and guiding it into his body along the fingertips!
Bian Ming was slightly stunned, but he quickly concentrated his mind, dealt with the ghost poison, and completely separated the ghost gas and poison gas, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Don't save someone else's life by sacrificing yourself."

"My physique is invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, so what can I do with just a little bit of poison?"

Bian Ming looked back at Mo Feng and saw that with his left hand he was playing with the poisonous needles that the fat man had used before, which still had ghost poison. He kicked again with his toes, and the only non-poisonous needle flew up and fell into the palm of his right hand. Afterwards, the black light burst out, and put all of them into the black storage bag pinned to his waist.

Seeing Mo Feng's normal expression, Bian Ming couldn't help but feel emotional.

In this world, there are always some people with special physiques that others cannot envy.

(End of this chapter)