Chapter 110 109. Question: What Is Cruelty? Answer: Burning a Writer’s Manuscript when It’s Close to Deadline

The teleportation back to the city was interrupted. If you want to go back, you can only wait for the Archmage to take action during the normal time.

Mo Cheng already knows that [Downloading Dungeons] is the most efficient way to gain experience and various harvests. At the same time, the skill [Tombstone] is exposed to the Crazy Legion. In this way, even if he can still harvest experience efficiently, he is not willing to do more. treat.

[Tombstone] It doesn't matter if the people from the Crazy Legion know about it. Anyway, as long as he leaves this piece of history from who knows how many years ago, it won't intersect with the normal timeline.

But Mo Cheng didn't dare to let Margaret know that he had the skill [Tombstone]. That would be equivalent to the police chief knowing that you were carrying weapons of mass destruction with you. Casualties in densely populated areas would start in units of [10,000]. Go directly to the focus list.

Mo Cheng has always had a very correct view of his identity, that is, he clearly knows that his identity cannot withstand strict inspection. Once a thorough investigation is carried out, something will happen, and it will not be an ordinary trivial matter.

Unfortunately, the return transmission method was interrupted, and Mo Cheng and Margaret could only continue to stay in this historical fragment.

"It's really troublesome. We need to pay attention to Margaret's situation now." While using the holy light to pull the seriously injured person back from the crisis line, he secretly used the corner of his eyes to observe Margaret who was bandaging the lightly injured person. Special, "I don't know how many people in the Crazy Legion know my information. If I meet them later... I can't stay!"

Although the largest troops nearby were eliminated by Mo Cheng, this team could only make it down the mountain. Most of them had injuries. If they were not treated first, they would suffer from inflammation and various complications before they reached the halfway point.

Mo Cheng treated the injured very quickly, and it was not very expensive for him to bring the seriously injured back to the point where they could move freely.

On the contrary, some people who were missing arms and legs wanted to restore them. Without preserving the severed limbs, Mo Cheng had to spend more strength.

In this regard, the Holy Light strangely conforms to the views of the magicians. The energy required to fill wounds and sew up broken limbs is less than one-fifth of that of creating flesh out of thin air.

After the upgrade, the Holy Light has grown dramatically in terms of quality and repair ability. Mo Cheng even had a feeling that if he consumed 90% of the blue bars, he might be able to restore the lost body of a person who only had his head below the seventh ladder in an instant.

There is no theoretical basis for this, it is simply a feeling. However, in this case, Mo Cheng did not dare to spend too much money to verify it, and at the same time, he could not find anyone who would be willing to risk his life to verify a feeling.

It didn't take long for Mo Cheng to treat all the seriously injured people. Suddenly, his vision blurred and a water bag appeared in front of him, "Thank you for your hard work, drink some water."

After taking the water bag from Windisha's hand, Mo Cheng sat down on the ground and drank, regardless of whether the ground was clean or not.

No matter how low the cost of treatment with Holy Light is, it will still be too much when the number of people increases.

"The Holy Light is very pure, and its use is better than any church priest I have ever seen." Windisha sat next to Mo Cheng, looking at her constantly, "Don't you think you are the kind of person who has been very good at studying since you were a child? , the type of talented and good student who takes first place in every subject and is very fast in Holy Light cultivation, right?"

"Can a talented student run to the front lines and risk his life at this time?"

Mo Cheng felt that if he was really a so-called good student, he should stay at the rear base camp and be a wet nurse. Of course, if he was asked to go back to the rear now, he would not dare.

He didn't know anyone in the Glory Church. If he returned to the rear, the biggest possibility would be to be discovered that [Mo Cheng] never existed.

Just hearing Mo Cheng's rather rude answer, Windissa thought of something and her eyes shone: "Is that rumor true? A glorious priest ran to the front line of the battlefield just because he was worried that his lover would be injured in the battle, so he ignored her. Danger and go to the front line for battlefield treatment?"

Mo Cheng was quite speechless. He felt that most people would not believe such a boring statement, but when he looked at it, his eyes seemed to be shining, just like the way in school when boys chatted about games and girls chatted about trinkets.

He felt that the romance novel author in front of him, who broke up with his family and worked part-time as an adventurer in order to write a romance novel, might not really believe those nonsense rumors.

Before Mo Cheng could reply, Windissa escaped from nowhere and pulled out a small stack of parchment. She sharpened it with blackened charcoal and scrawled messy characters on it.

"Yeah, yeah, I have some inspiration. Lauren Frost and the Church of Radiance are two major forces in the same city. These two forces have a deep sense of hostility and often fight... Ahem, I can't publish a book if I write it here. Please rewrite it. There will be a conflict."

"Mo Cheng, a student of Guanghui Church College, is a young man with an unusual name. He is 17 years old and has excellent morals and academics. He is a young man that everyone likes. Because when the students lose in a fight, they cannot go to the teachers for treatment. Under the circumstances, Shengguang is the best doctor among the students, and Mo Cheng is undoubtedly the best doctor."

Ignoring Mo Cheng, whose expression was getting weird, Windissa wrote and rewritten it as if no one else was around, and read it out at the same time.

The injured people around were not surprised, and even listened with some ears. During the previous period when they were forced to go up and down, Windisha's story was the only fun and painkiller for these people.

"But Mo Cheng liked Rosalan, a girl who didn't like him. When he heard that Rosalan would attend the banquet at Lauren Frost's house, he decided to sneak into the banquet. So, at that banquet, Mo Cheng Cheng meets his destined girl Margaret..."

Mo Cheng held the finished water bag and listened to the summary of Windissa's story. Unexpectedly, Margaret's ancestor was actually a combination of an alien version of Qiong Yao and Shakespeare. This story sounded like a tragic tragedy. The story may also have polyamory mixed in.

But before Windisa could finish writing the story, Mo Cheng's voice interrupted her creative train of thought, "Um, Ms. Windisa, please look behind you."

"What's behind?" The professional romance novelist who was suddenly interrupted in her thoughts was very dissatisfied. But when she came back to her senses, she seemed to realize something and turned around slowly. Margaret was looking at her with a silent expression. Windissa.

"Uh hahahaha, Margaret, when did you come here? Mo Cheng, why didn't you remind me?!"

"Probably since you read [But Mo Cheng fell in love with a girl Rosalan who didn't like him], it's not that I didn't tell you, but Ms. Windisha, your story is very interesting and I was fascinated by it."

Mo Cheng wanted to remind Windisa, but he could. But when Margaret stood silently behind Windisa, even Mo Cheng could feel an invisible pressure, so he was very wise. Choose not to get involved in the relationship between the elders and the younger generations who are separated by hundreds of years.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah, Margaret, don't, don't burn my manuscript! The deadline is coming soon after I get back, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!!!!"

Accompanied by the screams of a romance novel writer who was approaching the deadline, but all his manuscripts were burned, even the sun couldn't bear to see this human tragedy, and covered his face as he set.

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