(BL)(MTL)The strongest face-stepping gold finger [quick wear]

Chapter 115

Chapter 115 The God Who Was Kidnapped by the Holographic Online Game Demon King

    Mo Shi, who left, didn't know that the silver dagger he left with only a little skin was really regarded as a treasure by Mo Wenjin, and he wondered how to use this to counterattack them and fight back.

    Perhaps after a series of violent beating incidents, Mo Wenjin's temperament sank instead. When he saw the beacon drama princes, he did not go up immediately, but stood in the corner with a cold face and waited for someone to come forward and ask, because it was a game, but it was short-lived. Within an hour, his appearance had returned to normal, except for the pain in his body, he had returned to his good-looking elf posture.

    As the protagonist in the novel, Mo Wenjin himself is not low in appearance. Apart from not being as good as the one who defies the sky, he is also a thriving presence on the street. Many people see him standing in the corner and know that he is waiting to join the team . Some people came up to ask him for information and whether they would like to join the team, but he smiled and refused.

    Although it is a pity, those teams did not force it, and some even exchanged friends, and if he repented, he would come to pick him up.

    Finding the princes of Fenghuo Opera standing not far away, Mo Wenjin lowered his head, suppressed the surging tension in his heart, took a deep breath and stroked the hilt of the knife: "I want to find a teammate who is pleasing to the eye to brush and hide..."

    Speaking of the latter, Mo Wenjin muttered silently, the sound was not audible by humans at all, but it happened to be heard by the dragon beacon show princes with five sensitive senses.

    Hidden missions?

    The princes of Fenghuo Opera narrowed his eyes. He remembered that he had started a hidden mission before. The princes of Fenghuo Opera, who had always been lone rangers, pondered for two seconds and then walked towards Mo Wenjin: "Hidden mission?" Some dull beacon show princes, those dark eyes did not flicker at all, it seemed that even the light was sucked in. Being stared at by such eyes was a little hairy, but Mo Wenjin thought of the insult he had received before and gritted his teeth and stood up: "Let's form a team with me, and we will be half of us when something good happens. I am responsible for providing exclusive information, and you are responsible for the main attack."

    His eyes did not flicker, and the princes of Fenghuo Opera nodded slightly: "Go. Go."

    After he finished speaking, he directly threw a team message to Mo Wenjin, and grabbed himself and left. For him, it doesn't matter what the person in front of him looks like, he only knows the hidden mission he wants. In reality, there is no stimulation, it is enough to be able to find stimulation in the game. He was very satisfied that Mo Wenjin only asked him for a force. This means that he can kill a lot.

    Different from the days when Duo Duo Mi had to lick blood with a knife, the princes of Fenghuo Opera are actively seeking the stimulation of life and death. Both of them have hidden identities in reality, and they are naturally different from ordinary players in the game.     They quickly adapted to this semi-real world and became the best at completing tasks. They have long been accustomed to this kind of extreme duel, so they didn't care when they saw the blood with a strong sense of reality. And some players are even scared to have nightmares for several days after seeing certain scenes.     Mo Wenjin thought that no one had discovered his careful thoughts, but his situation was reported to Mo Thirty by the god king. Seeing the crystal face glowing with golden light in front of him, Mo Shi's face was slightly distorted, which made him unable to stop thinking of his golden world.     On the mirror is the picture of Mo Wenjin making a deal with the princes of Fenghuo Opera. As early as listening to Mo Wenjin's words with his own ears, the King of God only had his thoughts about getting rid of him. If it wasn't for Mo Thirty still moving, he would have slapped and fanned his soul earlier. The little black he liked was tortured like that.     With a smile, he took out the most precious item in the private library and sent it to Mo Shi. The king of the gods smiled to please: "Xiao Hei, this is the rice juice from Mirrut. It tastes very good." The     king of god did indeed It was a big deal, but no one except the Demon King knew the value of this small glass of rice juice in front of him, and the Demon King would never tell Mo 30. So it is so valuable, and even the rice juice that will cause a war in the future is easily disliked.     After a few seconds of silence, the **** king did not give up, and he took out a lot of good things one after another, all of which were treasures. But none of them are gilded. Ferdinand endured it for a few seconds, and finally snorted coldly, and those treasures disappeared in the long river of history with a flash of sword light.     "You bastard! This is what I gave to Xiao Hei!"