Chapter 111 110. Probability Skills = If Your Face Is Not Good Enough, Please Don’t Humiliate Yourself.

At night, Mo Cheng took the initiative to take over the task of keeping watch, allowing Windissa and Margaret to have a good rest after being besieged for several days without rest.

As for the other people who signed up to watch the night, Mo Cheng only picked a few people who seemed to be in good spirits to watch the night together.

Looking at the completely unrecognizable galaxy above his head, Mo Cheng let his thoughts go. At the same time, his senses were infinitely amplified, listening to the crawling sounds of insects under the sand and gravel, the sounds of nocturnal creatures cautiously approaching water sources to replenish water, and the flying creatures that only appeared at night. The sound of flapping wings.

And, the sound of footsteps coming from behind.

Without looking back, he let go of his perception and already knew who the person behind him was just by hearing the footsteps, "Aren't you going to sleep? I thought you were very tired after being besieged for the past few days."

Margaret sat next to Mo Cheng, the night wind gently blowing her hair, "The workload in the first week after taking over the law enforcement team was even greater than this. This level of fatigue is not enough to warrant a rest. .If anyone really has to rest, it’s Aunt Windissa and those poor scared people.”

As a strong person on the seventh ladder, if Margaret and Windisha wanted to leave, the thousands of people at Commander One-Eye's hands really couldn't stop them. After seeing Windissa and Margaret consciously protecting civilians, the one-eyed guy thought of an evil idea.

He drove the surrounding civilians here, and then waited for the rescue of Margaret and Windisha. At the same time, he sent a call for help to the elite troops who specialized in dealing with strong men. At the same time, Commander One-Eye issued an order that as soon as Margaret and Windisha rushed out to try to eliminate these thousands of people, everyone would spread out to attack those civilians.

In this way, he demonstrated the lowest-level tactics of sending civilians away, and successfully held back two powerful combatants with thousands of troops.

If Mo Cheng hadn't come, perhaps these people would have died like the history Margaret knew.

"Are you confused?"

Night vigil is always a boring thing, especially when there is no mobile phone to use. At this time, even Mo Cheng has to find some chat topics to have a conversation.

Margaret nodded, she hesitated a little, and at the same time lowered her voice and said in a disappointed tone: "Aunt Windisha, it is a little different from what is recorded in the family."

The question of whether there is right or wrong in going to the battlefield to kill the enemy is definitely not within the scope of Margaret's doubts. Mo Cheng even doubted that Martha would take the young Margaret to the battlefield with her personality. The cruelty of distance contact.

Margaret's current performance, in Mo Cheng's eyes, is more like a fan who has come into close contact with an idol and discovered that the idol can also brag and spank, and can also eat the fireworks of the world, and his true personality is very off-line and not like him at all. So cool on TV. It's like reality has completely smashed the image of the idol in your heart, and your mind is filled with disbelief.

Mo Cheng didn't ask what the image of Windissa was recorded in Margaret's family. Most of them were very positive descriptions.

Then a certain young girl took it seriously, and probably imitated the perfect image in her heart in her daily life.

In short, Mo Cheng had seen Margaret look like this many times before, commonly known as the idol's ruined house.

"Longing is the emotion furthest from understanding."

Pushing up his glasses, Mo Cheng secretly regretted not choosing the thunder element, so that he could imitate the person who said this with his hairspray hand, "If you really want to understand Ms. Windissa, get to know her hobbies and Chatting and interacting is always more efficient than trying to force her to match your image in a vindictive way."

Margaret lowered her head, and the night breeze gently blew the tips of her hair across Mo Cheng's face, making him feel a little itchy, but he did not turn his face away.

"Didn't what I did in the evening go too far?"

"It's okay...well, it's a bit much."

Burning the manuscript written by a romance novelist who is approaching the deadline is comparable to smashing the cool and handsome archangel of different colors to pieces when the glue guy is just short of the last piece of glue.

"But I think if you tell Ms. Windissa that you won't stop her from using you as the protagonist of the novel, I don't think she will argue with you, but will be very happy. I think she has already come up with several beginnings. By the way, what you burned in the evening was just the draft, and she asked me to help hide the real manuscript before that."

Margaret is like the night wind, coming gently and leaving beautifully.

Mo Cheng opened his system panel and looked at the rare and rich data on it.

Name: Mo Cheng

Level: 7

HP: 100%

MP: 100%

Skill points: 3

System currency: 4629

The amount of currency was not small, but Mo Cheng took one look at the store and closed it again. In the mobile game-like store, the first two discounted products were replaced by healing ointments [providing 30 points/second of life recovery to the target for 13 seconds. The effect will be dispelled when attacked] and the purification potion [provides 6 points of magic recovery per second to the target for 25 seconds. The effect will be dispelled when attacked]

As for the remaining four products, I don't know whether it's bad luck or good luck. All four are synthetic scrolls of equipment.

It was obvious that the currency in his hand could not be spent temporarily, so Mo Cheng had to close the store and looked at the three skill points at the same time.

Considering that he didn't wash his hands or face today, Mo Cheng decided to invest a little more and see how lucky he was.

The three familiar skill icons appear again:

[Brush of Destiny]: Draw an ink mark with mysterious ink. The ink mark contains the power of corruption and will devour any enemy it catches.

(Tianya Mok draws an ink mark, causing damage and slowing down enemies. Every time the ink mark touches an enemy, the damage caused will increase.)

[Time Lock]: The power of extra-dimensional vision makes your attacks accompanied by the power of dimensional shift.

(The attack has a certain probability of locking an enemy target in time and launching another attack.)

[Crypt Insect Swarm]: Cursed things bred in the land of life and death, longing for the lives of the living.

(Summons a swarm of scavengers to wreak havoc on enemies in front of the Death Prophet.)

Two active linear skills, and one passive skill. Mo Cheng didn't think for long before he decided to choose [Time Lock].

After making the choice, this time it was not like he had nothing like before. Mo Cheng suddenly saw the wild beast dragon hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and saw the chains that bound it tightening and breaking.

On the giant dragon, there was a purple figure holding a war stick, and the faceless space-time dimension traveler stood on the back of the giant dragon as if sleeping.

Then more chains poured out from nowhere, binding the dragon and the faceless man together.

Opening his eyes, Mo Cheng realized that not long time had passed. What he had just seen seemed to have only passed for a moment.

"I can feel some kind of power, but it's not as easy to control as dragon blood. It's like there's some kind of external device that's hard to control."

"Is this a probabilistic skill? It's a little different from what you imagined."

Thanks to Master Miaosheng for the reward.

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