Magic Doctor Is A War God

Hong Gang took a deep breath, trembled, stretched out three fingers, suppressed his excitement, and said in a deep voice, "thirty sets!"

Hiss -

Lin Xiao took a cold breath.

When Qu Wuyi and others searched for the treasure, they found a big box, which seemed to be garbage, full of lingbing Lingjia.

Although it was covered by dust, it was hard to hide the power of lingbing. Once it was born, the earth shaking brilliance suddenly made everyone pale.

Thirty sets of spirit armor are enough to arm an invincible army.

"Ha ha --" Lin Xiao couldn't help laughing. He felt that he had enough confidence for no reason.

Recently, he has offended too many forces. Not to mention the evil dragon and the red family, even some hidden small forces, including some foreign killer organizations, are enough to make Lin Xiao worried.

Although Lin Xiao had nine wild dragons, he was still weak and worthless compared with his powerful enemy. He needed a legion that could be of great use.

With these elixirs and lingbing Lingjia, Lin Xiao could build an unimaginable powerful team in a short time, which would make the enemy shudder.

"Hong Gang! You go back with these pills immediately, assign them according to your needs, and let Qu Wuyi transfer personnel as soon as possible to form a dragon team! "

Lin Xiao put his hand on Hong Gang's shoulder and said to him in a deep voice.

"Good!" Hong Gang nodded excitedly.

Lin Xiao turned his head and looked at the little gambler: "you stay, according to your plan, lead Chen Gong and Zuo Cong out of the reward, and catch them all."

"Well!" The little gambler took Lin Xiao's dagger and fondly touched the blade. He suddenly received it at his waist and nodded faintly.

The night is already dark. After a night of tossing and turning, the dawn of the sky is near. Hong Gang returns to xinsandao overnight and puts the task of forming the dragon team on the agenda.

In other words, Xiao Lin is ready to come back.

Lin Xiao and Lao Mo are standing in front of the car.

Lin Xiao took out "the art of pricking the gods", handed it to Lao Mo in a solemn way, and told him: "this secret book is more suitable for you. Take time to practice, and I'll mark the effect of these pills for you. Don't save, and improve your strength as soon as possible."

Lao Mo was at a loss, but he still caught the things that Lin Xiao had sent him. After looking at them carefully, he could not help but feel shocked.

"Boss, is this the method of big success? I, I can't take it! " Old Mo's hands tremble, and great mental skill only exists in the legend. The final achievements of the practitioners are all those who concentrate on martial arts, and even the supreme martial arts.

Moreover, Lao Mo just glanced at the pills to see how precious they were, especially the red medicine bottle. Lin Xiao's instruction was that if you take them directly after the peak of Huaqi, you will be more attentive in three days.

It's like the moon in the mirror, flowers in the water, can't be seen or touched.

But at the moment that kind of illusory realm, close in front of him, as long as he makes a little effort, even not long, can reach that magical realm, just as unreal as a dream.

Old Mo is almost stunned.

Keep it Lin Xiao pretended to be impatient and said, "don't forget, your task is to protect Yue Yao and Li Zhong. How can you be weak?"

Lao Mo was the first soldier to follow Lin Xiao, and his predecessor was the Scout of the field army. He was born to be a hidden killer.

The technique of pricking or killing gods is very suitable for Lao Mo's way, so Lin Xiao chose to give him the secret script and placed high hopes on him.

"Boss --" Lao Mo's expression was a little unnatural. His hand holding the secret script was shaking, as if he had something to say.

"Old Mo! What's the matter with you today, Yueyao

"Boss! It's hard to say Don't let his eyes remember the past with a sigh.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Everybody, if you have something to say, don't mention it Lin Xiao ran over Mo's shoulder, and they went to the garden. The sky was already dim, and the birds began to circle on the flower bed, making clear calls.

"In fact, it's nothing. When I was in the field corps, I took part in an aid mission to the Philippines, where I saw the whole village slaughtered by terrorists. At that time, I was so young that I couldn't see it for a moment. I made a mistake and was discharged after I came back." Lao Mo grinned bitterly and put his prosthetic leg on the flower bed. He pulled the corner of his pants to his knees, revealing his cold steel prosthetic leg and patted it hard.

Bang bang!

The voice is dull and sad.

Lin Xiao stared at the cold prosthetic limb and said: "don't worry! I'll find a way to get you a better leg. "

"Ha ha - this leg was lost in that war. I even killed 160 people, big and small, and the sky was almost red."

Old Mo remembers the past.

"However --"All of a sudden, Lao Mo's eyes turned red and tears came out. Lao Mo, who was usually calm, serious and unsmiling, cried.

"I didn't expect that only a dozen of the 160 people I killed were real terrorists. The others were innocent. There were children, but they were armed with guns. I couldn't tell who was good and who was bad..."

"It was dark at that time, and I was so intent on revenge for being slaughtered that I killed my eyes red and killed anyone I saw. I felt so terrible, so terrible --"

the painful old Mo tore his hair desperately, knelt down like atonement, and let tears wash his face: "I am a sinner, and I want to atone every day, but I never want to die I can't make up my mind. "

"This time, I went to the Satan tribe in Philippines, where the mission was located at that time. So I was afraid, I was afraid of being haunted by evil spirits, I was afraid of being avenged by evil spirits, and I was even more afraid of implicating my sister-in-law."

Lin Xiao was moved to hear that he killed 160 people one after another, including many innocent people. Even though Lao Mo's starting point was very good, he must be under unimaginable pressure after the incident.

No wonder Lao Mo has been depressed, always a bitter look, the original heart hidden such a huge mind.

"In fact - it's not all your fault. If something happens, it's God's will. Since those people are entangled with terrorists, they may not be innocent!" Lin Xiao patted Mo on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "if you live with a sense of guilt, you'd better find a way to do something for them. Maybe you can make yourself more free and comfortable in the next half of your life."

Lao Mo's figure trembled. He seemed to be moved by Lin Xiao's words. He wiped away his tears, quickly got up, looked at Lin Xiao seriously, and said thoughtfully, "boss! You mean, let me do something for the dead? "

"Yes! There are many wars and chaos in the Philippines. If it is possible to help them do something, solve some problems, and benefit the descendants of the dead, it may be more worthy of your persistence. "

Lao Mo has a deep understanding, and his sad expression has become soothing. His spirit and spirit suddenly wake up and become vivid.

"The boss is right! I shouldn't live in guilt all the time. I must find a way to make up for my mistakes when I go to the Philippines this time. " Lao Mo clenched his fist hard, showing a rare firmness in his eyes.

"I'm sure you'll do well!"

The next second, footsteps came from behind them.

Li Zhong and Li Yueyao, accompanied by Hua Feng, are walking down the dark path.