Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 66 Cooperation
Pfft!
The young man in gray closed his eyes tightly, and fell straight face down in the mud.

Under the eaves of the corridor not far away, a pair of exoskeleton armor sat on the steps, and the vertical eye-like decoration on the brow of the helmet was tightly covered with gauntlets, as if he couldn't bear to look at the scene in front of him.

"Has he always been this brave?"

Li Jun inserted the ink knife back into the scabbard, and Da Ma Jin Dao sat beside Lord Ma, his tone full of puzzlement and surprise.

"I didn't expect that either."

His brows were red and his eyes lit up, and Prince Ma's melancholy voice came out.

"I also thought that this kid would have a brighter mind after being promoted to Mo Ba, but I didn't expect that when he saw you, he would be like an evil ghost in sex. He didn't even need me, and beat you naked."

"Hungry ghost? What do you mean?" Li Jun's mouth twitched.

The gauntlet scratched the helmet and made a squeaking sound, "It seems that something is wrong, so let's change the word, call it brain-dead?"

"That's right, Zhao Qingxia is a brainless brat!"

His red eyes shone brightly, and Prince Ma's tone was affirmative: "A blacksmith insists on shaking his fists with a martial artist, whether it's brain damage or something!"

Li Jun glanced at the still twitching body next to him, and subconsciously nodded in agreement.

This Mohist follower named Zhao Qingxia is so obsessed with martial arts that he has indeed reached the point of becoming obsessed.

Every time you meet, you have to single out.

"Not really smart."

One person and one armor looked at each other and smiled, then fell into silence, and the atmosphere under the eaves suddenly became paradoxical.

"You have killed all the people here, why don't you go to the main room?"

The black armor straddled like a human being, and the armor plates on his body were closing silently.

"Don't worry, it's not a good thing to shoot the first bird."

The ink knife was lying across his knee, and Li Jun's thumb was slowly rubbing the handle of the knife.

There was a faint buzzing sound of the mechanical body starting, and Prince Ma said jokingly: "Why, it can't be moved anymore?"

With a swipe of the thumb, with a crisp click, Changhan slipped out of the scabbard.

"It's a little tired,"

Li Jun licked the bloody smell between his lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue, and grinned, "But killing another Sequence Eight shouldn't be a problem."

The night wind suddenly tightened, stirring the bloody smell that filled the world.

"Hahahahaha!"

A hearty laugh suddenly sounded, and Li Jun, who was tense, was taken aback, and almost drew a knife violently.

"Xu Ninth thug raises the heart lake angry dragon, and Xu Eight red blood raises the body of the red dragon. No matter whether you fight or not, you must have enough temperament. It is worthy of the martial arts sequence."

Li Jun exhaled, pushed the saber back into its sheath, squinted his eyes and asked, "Listen to you, do you know the sequence of martial arts very well?"

"The origin of the two sequences of Mo and Wu is deeper than you think."

The red eyes in the helmet looked at Li Jun meaningfully, "At least the Mo family has never betrayed you, even when Buddhism and Taoism set up Wu Jiu's family plan, the Mo family even went too far for it."

"Otherwise, the people of the Ming Empire would not see such things as martial arts injectors at all."

Wu Jiu's family plan.
Li Jun frowned, his body was full of murderous intent, and there was a cold light in his eyes, "Why do Buddhism and Taoism do this?"

Ma Wangye sighed, "I was tortured too hard, the hatred is as deep as the sea."

Li Jun was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't figure it out for a while, why are men making troubles?

"Aside from Buddhism and Taoism, who else has enmity with martial arts?"

Prince Ma said indifferently: "Except for Mo, the whole world is an enemy. The difference is that some seek wealth and some kill."

Li Jun was silent for a long time, at this moment he felt a biting chill covering his body, "Why?"

"being targeted."

Ma Wangye said every word, four simple words, but he had already explained all the reasons.

Li Jun's eyes were in a trance, and faces passed by like a marquee.

Jinyiwei, Tianfu Heavy Industry, Bodhi Company.
Daoist Yu Kou, Confucianist Gu Yong, Buddhist Preface Mucuo.
The intricate thoughts in my mind gradually became clear, and many questions seemed to have finally found their answers.

Li Jun seemed to understand at this moment why a little muddy water robed brother was selected as an informant by the General Banner of Jinyiwei, and was also absorbed by Shudao Logistics as the head of the security department.

The reason is not complicated, you can fight when you use it, but you can die when you don't use it.

It will not attract the attention of outsiders, nor will it chill the hearts of others.

"Wouldn't it be worry-free to kill them all?"

"On the one hand, I dare not, on the other hand, I can't."

"Man has learned to fight wild beasts before he has learned to speak."

Armor raised his right hand and clenched his fingers tightly.

"The movement of clenching a fist is engraved in the genes, and it cannot be killed cleanly."

"Why are you telling me this now?"

Li Jun's voice was a bit dull, like thunder accumulated in the clouds on a rainy night.

"Although Zhao Qingxia is a Mohist sequence, he is a martial idiot. Even if I don't tell you, he will tell you. If you have the same temperament, he will even help you desperately."

Lord Ma's voice was full of helplessness, "People like the Mo family always help others regardless of the cost."

Li Jun was no longer an ignorant child, so he naturally heard the other party's voice.

"I, Li Jun, never like to trouble others when I do things."

"Courageous enough."

Prince Ma gave a thumbs up, and suddenly changed the topic: "Although helping out is a loss, cooperation can be a win-win situation."

Li Jun pointed to Zhao Qingxia who was unconscious not far away, "He's still in a coma, and you're the only one talking about cooperation with me?"

"Haven't you read the novels circulated in Huang Liang's dream? The spirit of the weapon is stronger than the host." Prince Ma raised his hand and clapped his chest, clanging.

Li Jun had no doubts about Lord Ma's words.

In this pair of armor, he felt a stronger threat than Fei Baiju.

This Mo Ba may not be referring to Zhao Qingxia, but this pair of human-like exoskeleton armor, Prince Ma.

Li Jun raised his eyebrows, "Confucianism sequence is also useful to you Mohists?"

Ma Wangye took it for granted: "Those who forge iron also need to replenish their brains."

Li Jun smiled dumbly, "How much do you want?"

"A quarter of the brain tissue section of Yang Zhan, the ancestor of the Yang family."

Li Jun was noncommittal, "Since it's cooperation, what can I get?"

"Seven-Rank Internal Strength."

Li Jun held his breath in his chest and abdomen, forcibly suppressed the sudden violent heartbeat, shook his head and said, "Not enough."

"You made a fortune last time, and you still want the lion to open your mouth this time?"

"Sequence Seven is still early for me. I can find it again without you. But if I miss this slice, it may be difficult to get it again, right?"

The red eyes in the helmet dimmed, as if a person was silent.

Li Jun's tone was flat: "And this time I don't want much, just a little extra."

Lord Ma pondered for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"Tianfu Heavy Industries, Wu Jinfeng."

Prince Ma chuckled, leaned back, propped his arms on the steps of the corridor, and raised his legs.

"As long as you don't want something. One third, I helped you with this little thing."

(End of this chapter)