Chapter 133 The Killing Fields of Hell!

"Snapped!"

Mo Lang was slapped directly by Liu Erlong.

Then he was pushed away directly.

A clearly visible slap mark appeared on Mo Lang's face.

There was just a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

It was enough to prove how hard Liu Erlong's slap was.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did what I did just now." Mo Lang put his tongue in his mouth against his numb face, looked at Liu Erlong with firm eyes and said, "But, I don't regret that I did this Do it, because I want to tell you that I don’t pity you, but I love you!”

"You may not believe it, but I have indeed fallen in love with you a long time ago. Especially when I saw that you still couldn't let go of Yu Xiaogang, my heart felt as if I had been pricked by needles, so I reacted violently. .”

"I admit that I am very selfish, and I don't care what you think of me, but I just want you to be happy."

Listening to Mo Lang's words, Liu Erlong was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "Just leave, it's impossible for us."

"I won't give up."

Mo Lang left these words and walked out of the room.

And after Mo Lang left.

Liu Erlong looked in the direction of the door, with a trace of struggle and bitterness in his eyes. Then he took out a makeup mirror and looked at it. Tears flowed down unconsciously, and he murmured to himself: "If you meet someone when you are young, It would be great if it was him who arrived.”

She admitted that she was moved by what Mo Lang just said.

But she is not a girl. She will follow others just by listening to what they say.

She has her scruples.

Because she wasn't sure whether it was touching or love.

But what she didn't know was that when she had this doubt, he already had his shadow in her heart.

She didn't even notice that Yu Xiaogang was a little lighter in her heart.

Because compared to the indecisive Yu Xiaogang, Mo Lang's character of daring to love, hate and do is exactly what she likes.

…

…

"Oh, why do you think someone else has traveled through time, and she is a woman, so she has no idea, and you have to be beaten yourself? Your system is not powerful at all."

Mo Lang rubbed his numb face and couldn't help complaining to the system.

"But compared to giving it away for nothing, this process of pursuing a girl makes you feel more like falling in love, doesn't it?"

Mo Lang didn't like novels where the male protagonist was given away for free.

Although he wanted to open a harem, he pursued it based on his ability. He did not force anyone, nor did he let the system forcefully change women's minds.

What is the difference between a woman whose mind has been forcibly changed and the doll she bought in her previous life?

"Boy, I heard that you brought that crazy woman back to your room yesterday? Isn't it great?"

Just when Mo Lang was about to go to the Killing Fields of Purgatory, he met a tough guy with a beard and stood in front of Mo Lang with a vulgar look on his face.

"Look, Shahru, who ranks tenth on the killing list, is looking for trouble with that boy."

"Yes, Shalu has been coveting that crazy woman for a long time. If he hadn't been participating in the Hell Killing Fields yesterday, he might have been there yesterday."

"But it seems that Shalu is still a little wary of the other party. Otherwise, given his character, he would have taken action long ago."

Mo Lang glanced at the other party coldly: "Go away if you don't want to die."

Shalu's face darkened when he saw Mo Lang being so disrespectful to him: "Boy, do you know who I am? I am..."

boom!

Before Shalu could finish his words, a stick hit his head directly.

Mo Lang glanced at the twitching corpse lying on the ground: "There's so much nonsense."

He is not bloodthirsty.

But that doesn't mean he likes bullshit.

Seeing that with another simple blow, Mo Lang defeated Shalu, who was ranked among the top ten, the people who were peeping in the dark showed a look of horror.

How strong is this young boy?

So far, no one has seen the other party use any killing skills, not even soul power.

It was as if anyone in front of him was just a stick.

Seeing Mo Lang walking into the killing field of hell, everyone followed him.

They want to know how strong the other party is.

"It's interesting. This guy's strength must exceed 50,000 kilograms. Do you want to follow him and have a look?"

Rakshasa watched Mo Lang beat Shalu, who was ranked in the top ten, with another stick, and couldn't help but show excitement in his eyes.

"What's so interesting about this? Let's wait until he wins eighty games in a row. Otherwise, he will be the one delivering food." Shura shook his head.

Because after eighty games, even he has to be more careful.

After all, when he comes on the court, it's a one-on-nine situation.

…

"I want to sign up."

Mo Lang took his sign and came to the registration office of the Killing City.

Although he really wanted to conquer Liu Erlong, he didn't want to waste too much time in this killing city.

So today he will fight ten games in a row!

In this way, you can win a hundred games in ten days.

"OK, just a second."

After the staff completed the formalities for Mo Lang, it was Mo Lang's turn to come on stage soon.

It was just that everyone on the stage showed fear in their eyes after seeing Mo Lang.

But once on the field, win or die.

They looked at each other and reached an instant agreement.

Decided to join forces to deal with Mo Lang first.

"Want to come together? It's better this way, so as not to waste my time."

When Mo Lang saw the nine people opposite him rushing towards him, a sneer appeared in his mouth.

boom! boom! boom!

No surprises.

Mo Lang transformed into a god of death. It was like a deserted place. Every time the stick hit, one person would be killed by the stick. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel!

But to those watching the battle, this was simply a one-sided massacre!

Mo Lang is like a massacre, killing people without blinking an eye.

Let the killing fields of hell become a slaughterhouse!

Ten people.

No one could hold on to him for a second.

This means that Mo Lang only had ten seconds to end the battle!

Even though he knew that Mo Lang was very strong, he was still too strong!

"Sign up for me again."

Mo Lang walked out of the battlefield and came to the registration location again.

"Mr. 9526, you have won this year and there is no need to compete." After the staff saw Mo Lang's method again, they immediately used honorifics.

Here, they only respect the strong!

"I know, just keep signing up."

"Okay...okay, sir!"

The staff's scalp was numb at Mo Lang's eyes, and they immediately helped Mo Lang register for another competition.

This allowed those who were preparing to go back to contribute twice as much Scarlet Mary to watch the battle.

The result remains the same.

It only took Mo Lang ten seconds to end the battle.

No matter how powerful the opponent's killing skills are, he only needs one stick!

One force can defeat ten!

"Sign up for me again."

Mo Lang came to the registration office again.

"Okay, sir!"

This time the staff didn't talk nonsense and helped Mo Lang arrange another game.

This made the city of killings completely boiling!

How many fights does this guy want to fight in a row?