Realistic Game

  Chapter 128 The Little Devil Reappears

   "Mo Shen, this is what the boss asked me to bring to you."

  A player handed the palm-sized wooden box to Mo Lan.

  "Is this the soothing tea he said?"

  Mo Lan took the small wooden box with some expectation. It contained a material that Zou Penghua bought for him at a high price, which was barely considered a magical plant.

  A kind of tea, which has a magical nourishing effect on mental power, is extremely expensive, and can only be seen on the desks of great nobles and some painters.

  "At this point, ten gold, tens of thousands of dollars, enough to drink a few times."

  Mo Lan opened, and looked at the tea inside. There weren't many, it looked no different from ordinary tea.

   "Try it."

  Mo Lan tried to soak two pieces of tea, and tasted a cup of water. After tasting two sips, the tea was poured into his mouth and chewed, and finally swallowed.

At this time, Mo Lan had put down the cup, closed his eyes and meditated. Just when the tea entered his stomach, there was a cold flow, bringing a cold feeling to the brain, very comfortable, and the whole consciousness became very fresh. The whole world seemed to be clear, and the perception became very keen.

"meditation!"

  The time to enter the meditation is obviously much faster this time, and the whole person's attention is concentrated.

   "It works well, but it seems to be the same?"

  Mo Lan thought for a while, and recalled the effect of yangshen tea.

  "Yang Shen tea seems to be able to nourish the spirit, so can it restore the mental strength?"

   Mo Lan pondered for a moment, stretched his mental power out of his mind, and resonated directly with the magical power being released.

   "Hiss!"

  Mo Lan felt that her mental power seemed to be burned, frozen, blown, and weighed at the same time, feeling like she was going to be torn apart and swallowed.

  But compared to before, at this time there is always a trace of coldness shrouded in mental power, making Mo Lan's mind clear, even the pain can't shake Mo Lan's spirit.

  In this kind of close-range resonance, the speed of mental power increase rapidly, and Mo Lan can feel that it is becoming stronger after a while.

  But this is not the point. The point is that Mo Lan found that the subtle wounds caused by the magical impact are recovering little by little.

  It is true that the effect of Yangshen tea is only warm and nourishment. It cannot heal mental damage, but it can recover from ordinary minor wear and tear.

  And this is enough for Mo Lan.

   "Understand, it is really a good thing, it can directly let me experience the speed of the next stage of meditation, comfortable!"

   Why does Mo Lan dare not touch elemental meditation directly? It is because the mental power is not strong enough, so every minute and every second of meditation will cause slight damage to the spiritual power. Perhaps every second of the damage is not obvious and harmless, but after a long time and accumulation, it will cause more obvious damage. Trauma.

  And now there is a refreshing tea

  "Meditation meditation, meditation makes me happy, meditation makes me strong."

  Mo Lan started meditating directly, enduring the continuous pain of spiritual power, and continued to meditate.

  The cold feeling is very comfortable, and it can just neutralize some of the pain caused by meditation.

  In this case, Mo Lan's mental power improved two or three times faster than before.

  In the past three or four hours, the cool feeling disappeared, and Mo Lan immediately took out a tea leaf and chewed it in his mouth.

  Meditation continues!

  The days went by like this, and on the third day, Mo Lan had chewed up the tea.

  Give the money to Zou Peng to buy it but haven’t bought it yet, Mo Lan only needs to return to the previous state to meditate.

  However, although the time is short, but the effect is not strong, Mo Lan can clearly feel that he is not far from breaking through.

  On this day, Zou Peng heard the news of the little devil again.

   "Killing?"

   "Yes, that little devil killed a lot of people."

  Zou Peng paused and continued.

  "Two villages were slaughtered, and today it was discovered when the second one was slaughtered, and the player sent the news.

  After killing the villagers, the little devil did not leave directly, but took all the corpses away.

  According to the judgment, first, this little demon should have already possessed wisdom. It is an alien race like goblins and goblins, rather than a simple monster.

  Second, there must be a race of demons in "Real Games", and they are very aggressive.

  Thirdly, the little devil is most likely trying to open the portal to allow the large forces behind to come over. No way, this kind of killing and collecting flesh and blood made people think of this right away. "

  Mo Lan nodded.

  "How are other players now?"

  "Filled with righteous indignation, some of them went to the slaughtered village to clean up the situation, trying to find survivors.

  The other part was scattered to various villages, replacing all the original villagers. "

   "Wait, those villagers will listen to the player?"

   "Reason can convince people, they will naturally be willing to be more reasonable."

"Ok."

  Mo Lan pondered for a moment.

  "Go ahead, if you don’t, in case the little devil summons successfully.

  Then our part has basically become a disaster zone, and the demons are dancing in a random manner, so it is imperative to interrupt the call of the little devil.

  I don’t think nobles will organize manpower to attack demons. I think they are better at escape.

  If it really becomes this situation, then everything we do will be worthless and meaningless. "

   "Okay, how many people will you take out? Do you take them all?"

  Mo Lan looked at a hundred wizards and fell into a deep thought.

   "Bring them all, maybe it will come in handy when it's critical.

  After all, the magic power of a wizard group is still very powerful. "

  "Okay, I set out from Red Maple City. You come here, here come and join me."

  Zou Peng sent a map and clicked a few points on the map.

   "OK."

  Mo Lan nodded, and began to gather the mage. After a while, with the assistance of Xu Zongxin, he quickly integrated the team and directly took the whole team out.

   "Look, look, Mo Lan has finally come out."

   "Damn you still use you to say, I'm not blind, so hide it for me. If you are killed later, you will blame you."

  Before I finished speaking here, a wall of fire technique covered it.

  The wall of fire instantly enveloped everyone, and purple-red flames bounced and burned on their bodies.

   "Ah!"

  A player uttered a scream and quickly rolled on the ground, trying to extinguish the purple inflammation ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but this was impossible. After a while, a few players turned into a few **** of coke.

   "Catch me alive? Just here dare to catch me alive? Really weak."

   Mo Lan curled his lips, leading the wizard group to move on.

  The distance was not close, and it took a while for Mo Lan to bring the wizard group to the slaughtered village.

  But when I saw the scene inside, it was a bit shocking.

  Mo Lan did not go in, but silently rushed to the next village that was all replaced by the player, silently clenching his fist.

  Little devil, must die!

  PS: Too tired, post first and then change it.

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  (End of this chapter)