The sun finally rose up as expected, bringing warmth and vitality to this land. When the red ball jumped out of the horizon, it dyed the whole day red.
Sunlight instantly poured into the earth and spilled on Mo Lin’s face.
This instant light and dark change is exactly what Yang Li has been looking forward to. Almost at the same time, the black spike made a move. His unique skill, spike assault thunder, blew through Changhong and went straight to the throat of Molin.
The sunlight and the cold light of the spike interweave to make Mo Lin’s face shine completely, which is even more dazzling than the legalist printing technique "night is like day"
Yang Li is full of confidence, and his blow is perfect. With the help of wood elements and sunshine, it is impossible to fail if all the conditions are reached.
Mo Lin’s eyes were slightly closed, which was the result of Yang Li’s expectation. He ran for the middle of the night and finally waited until, of course, he would not hesitate.
Spike dagger across with beautiful arc and bore broken belly poor power if the blow hit the ink Lin body, I’m afraid it will be shattered by great stamina.
Yang Li’s hatred for Mo Lin can engulf Mo Lin with all his resentment in this blow, and the wave after wave of destructive forces will follow.
The spike approached the blade and the black awn almost stabbed Molin’s throat.
At this time, with your eyes closed, Mo Lin suddenly bowed his head and disappeared from the field of vision.
Yang was surprised, but he didn’t respond. He did his best in this blow and didn’t leave a room for manoeuvre, because he had absolute confidence and believed that Mo Lin could never escape his calculation.
Absolute self-confidence made him take drastic measures, which cut off the posterior path. The sudden disappearance of Molin surprised him and made his heart suddenly rise a chill. Now he feels like a best hunter has placed his prey for a while, only to find that he has already fallen into the prey calculation.
The disappearance of the ink forest appeared, and Yang Li could feel him from the side, but he wanted to go back and block the ink forest, but he couldn’t come to this blow. Since he was unstoppable, he didn’t look back and know that death was around Yang Li’s ability.
Despair and sorrow enveloped him, and in an instant, Huatang fell into the abyss. This kind of mood gap could kill him.
Mo Lin made a move, but his eyes were still slightly closed, and his arm was gently waving a jade jade knife, and Yang flew away from his side and then took it back, and people bounced back not far away.
Yang Li rushed out a few steps again, and then he barely stopped. He looked pale and slowly turned around and looked at Mo Lin trembling. "You … knew what I was going to do?"
"You calculate well, but fighting is not just calculation. No matter how much you calculate, you still miss something you don’t know," Molin said.
Mo Lin had closed his eyes just before the sun rose. He could control all the changes around him by knowing the sea in his avatar state, and his mind helped him make a judgment and avoid the blade in an instant.
"I’m really not angry … what I’m always not as good as you? I’m the genius. What are you? There’s just a dragon in your body. It’s just a bastard who doesn’t know where to come from …" Yang Li angrily said that the corners of his mouth were bloodshot and slowly flowing.
Mo Lin raised his eyebrows, but restrained Yang from hitting him. He had a short life left. He didn’t need to argue with a dying man.
"I hate … if it weren’t for you, all the glory would be mine, but it was because of your appearance that I became what I am today." Yang Li continued, chattering like an old woman.
Mo Lin said that Yang Li had not recognized him until now, and everything was caused by his paranoid personality.
He is too proud and arrogant to accept setbacks. It is his character that makes him admit his mistake step by step and go to the point of no return.
Shi Yang Li was a genius, but it was a pity that Mo Lin felt sad when he was destroyed, but he must make those mistakes and be responsible for it, and it was his life.
Yang Li kept talking, and the side of his left chest was slowly stained with blood. It was a jade knife blade made by Mo Lin. His body cut a small wound, and the knife was able to penetrate the body and almost destroyed Yang Li’s five internal organs.
And Yang Li was surprised that he could support it for so long before he died.
Although this opponent has a bad personality, he has to admit that he is a very strong opponent. If neither of them has so many chances, can they become good friends without those fateful entanglements?
Molin doesn’t know the answer because there is no hypothesis in life. If two people have become an endless situation, the result is their only solution.
The wound is getting bigger and bigger, and the blood is flowing more and more. Yang Li’s eyes are getting blurred and the sound is getting weaker.
"If there is an afterlife, I will not let you go …" Yang Li has been coughing and bleeding.
"I’m looking forward to it." Mo Lin’s face was expressionless, but he sighed in his heart.
"By the way, can I make a request to you?" Yang Li gasped and asked him if his vitality had dried up.
"Say" Mo Lin is concise and to the point.
"Can you bury Spike with me?" Yang Li’s shaky body will fall at any time, and both of them know that Yang Li will never get up again.
"But" Mo Lin nodded. He was an ink man and a weapon. Yang Li-lun had done everything. He was washed and compensated. He was entitled to a decent burial.
"Thank you." This is the first and last sentence of Yang Li’s gratitude to Mo Lin for a long time. Then he turned pale and fell to the sky with resentment against Mo Lin.
"Bang" Yang fell from the body in the mud and completely lost his vitality.
Ink Lin sighed to prepare Yang from burial in the past.
At this time, the shaking behind him made Mo Lin immediately alert and look back.