One Eyed Monster

　　 Gulu Mountain, Dawn Peak, on the mountainside.

　　 Moussa still can't believe what happened just now.

　　 Now he hurts all over his body, especially his head. It doesn't feel like his own.

　　 He still remembers the surging inside him before. In the face of such fools who throw themselves into the net, there is only one possibility of failure, and that is that you are a total waste!

　　Are you a waste? This kind of thought was a bit of bamboo shoots that broke out of the ground, and quickly appeared in Moussa's head without warning. When Moussa realized these bamboo shoots, they were already standing there firmly, motionless, even moving higher and higher, and they were about to become a bamboo forest.

　　 The seeds that formed this bamboo forest appeared in the strange "capture operation" an hour ago.

　　 A failed, weird, indescribable, shameful, capture operation that led to the later, no, now ruined capture.

　　 Moussa's squishy head can't figure out why he would loose the hand that tightened his new silly wrist.

　　 Is it because another fool's arrogant and ridiculous sentence "You got into a big disaster" made him laugh, or his own arrogance made him a little arrogant?

　　 Even if it was a mistake that made a small mistake, shouldn't it be logical to solve these two fools with your own strength?

　　 Thinking of this, Moussa's fist was aching, and the touch of that "wall" was really unpleasant.

How can I say that my bouncing fist is fast, accurate and ruthless in physique. When it is usually beaten out with a bouncing fist, the opponent's spiritual defense wall is not broken or broken, but it hits the fool who speaks crazy words. Nothing happened to me!

　　 It was his fist trembling... Under the night Moussa couldn't see his aching fist. But the soreness tells Musa instinctively that the baby's fists must be red and purple at present.

　　 Is it really because I am a trash!

　　 The bamboo forest unconsciously began to rustle in Musa's mind.

　　 The wooden pagoda supported Musa who was staggering, and the proud face that had completed the previous task is currently lifeless.

　　 The scene just now was too unbelievable. It took a long time for the wooden tower to sort out what happened just now.

　　 The process is not very clear in the night, but the result is obvious.

　　 Musa failed to subdue the two fools, and rolled on the ground with his fists.

　　 The new silly seemed to be very concerned about Moussa's injury at the time, but he didn't have time to get a few grunts in front of Moussa. Suddenly he didn't know what was frightened, so he yelled and ran aside like a rabbit.

　　 The next thing is irrelevant. The fool who was attacked by Moussa didn't fight back. What's even more amazing is that the guy was like a okay person, and he kept saying things that a fool could understand.

　　 Wooden Pagoda can't feel spiritual power (this is the last thing he wants to think of). At that time, he could only stand there like a wood, and swallowed his saliva constantly. He understands the strength of Moussa and is one of the best fighters in Montenegro. He has never failed in his previous missions. This time, the failure is so unreasonable that he is the only one who can explain this phenomenon. The spiritual power that I can't feel can't understand the range of fighting.

　　 waste, I am a waste...

　　 The rustle of the bamboo forest made Moussa gradually start to talk about frustrating words with a dull look.

　　 These seemingly self-defeating words circulated in Muta's ears, making Muta wonder what attitude to receive these messages in.

　　 Moussa's high-pitched appearance at that time still penetrated into his heart. The phrase "I saved you by the way" is still like a sharp sword, firmly piercing his already fragile inferiority nerve.

　　 This Muta really wants to make a mockery, yes, you are a trash, and the task has not been completed. Although I am also a trash, I have completed the task anyway.

　　 What prevented Muta from blurting out those words was the spiritual defense wall that kept appearing in the depths of his soul. That wall saved Muta's life, allowing him to breathe the air of Gulu Mountain.

　　 waste, I am a waste...

　　 Moussa is still muttering...

"No, you are not a trash, you are Musa." In the end, the wall in the depths of the soul and his own inferiority complex will overcome the ridicule, the wooden tower began to comfort Musa, "Look at me, two conflicts, both with Standing there like a wooden stake, motionless, without the strength to fight back, it is called waste!"

　　... Moussa raised his head and looked at the wooden tower beside him.

　　 "You released the wall of spiritual power and saved me. It took too much physical and spiritual power. I dragged you down..."

　　 "It is also possible that the opponent has been hiding his strength, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid..."

　　 "We are going down the mountain as soon as possible now. It is dark and the mountain is not safe. We have to move reinforcements..."

　　 "In addition, we are not without gain, after all, we stole the book from that new fool..."

　　Yes, to descend the mountain as soon as possible. The simple sentence of the wooden pagoda has somewhat eased the crazy growth of the bamboo forest, and Musa's footsteps down the mountain have begun to no longer be steady, and he no longer staggers.

　　 That **** fool must have hidden his strength and pretended to be crazy. He must have broken my physical skill with a high-level smelling skill like the helmet of spiritual power...

Moussa was thinking about the failed experience just now, and unknowingly found that the stars on the road down the mountain lit up a short line, the line was still moving up quickly, and soon They overlapped down the mountain.

　　 "Oh, isn't this Moussa, our lone ranger, why did you win the lottery?"

　　 "Who can hurt our lone ranger? Ha ha ha ha."

　　 The moving light is the coyotes with torches. At this moment, they stopped walking up the mountain and surrounded Moussa "asking for the cold and warm".

　　 "Our lone rangers are fast, but I didn't expect to be in the lottery. Whose power is it that dare to grab people from Montenegro."

　　 "Don't worry, Moussa, we're going to beat up these guys so much that they are crying, giggles."

The coyotes spoke from the left to the right. Although some of the sentences contained sarcasm, Moussa still felt warmth: "You need to pay attention to the two fools Rico Pita, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, they are absolutely pretending to be crazy. I was folded in Li Ke's hands, and that guy can even open the helmet of spiritual power."

　　 The coyotes were silent.

　　 "That's right, that's right, that good look!" Muta confirmed from the side.

　　 When the coyote's silence didn't last for much gurgling, a burst of laughter woke Gulushan, who was already asleep under the night.

　　 "Li... Li Ke... hehehehe, that guy defeated our lone ranger, hehehehehe!"

　　 "Chuck, he's still amazing? Chuck, he doesn't even dare to turn on the smell, hell..."

　　 "Hahaha, that guy licked my shoes a while ago, hahaha..."

　　 "Spiritual power...helmet...ahhahahahahahaha, Rick...ahhahahahahaha..."

　　 The coyotes leaned forward and turned back and laughed, making Moussa full of surprise, and once again fell into the bamboo forest.

　　 "People didn't **** it, but we stole the book, Moussa did our best!" Muta really couldn't stand it anymore, he took out the fruit of his mission.

　　 The coyotes didn't care about Muta's anger, picked up the psychic book, leaned into the fire, and read it in laughter.

　　 "Receive customer entrustment on September 37, lead the way!"

　　 "September 38, prepare supplies for the mountain!"

　　 "The rabbit hole is relatively hidden, so a rabbit has two or three holes for escape..."

　　唔hahahaha, this broken note is the psychic book you got with your best efforts? Uh ha ha ha, what a joke!

　　 There was another burst of laughter!

　　 This burst of laughter made the bamboo forest in Musa's mind grow rapidly, turning into a bamboo sea.

　　 And in this bamboo sea shouting waste everywhere, Muta was looking at the "psychic book" in surprise.