Dark Blood Age

"Second Amendment"

The dark curtain, like a prehistoric beast, covers the land of darkness, in the depths of darkness, a city of slight light, asthmatic.

The nights in Jinling are not fascinating, and every day here, people die for a variety of reasons.

The West Side is much dimmer compared to the glorious lights in the Central Side.

On the streets beside them, the hungry people with dirty clothes wandered their bodies, searching every corner of the city forever, never letting go of anything that could be fruit-bellied in order to alleviate the pain of stomach twitches.

Rats hiding in the dark corner are their favorite prey, and of course, if you're lucky enough to run into a wildcat or even a wild dog, this is the best day ever.

They're not going to compare whether these mice, wildcats, wild dogs survive eating insect corpses or human corpses, they're only going to fill their bellies full of bitter water, and the smell of fresh animal flesh.

If you hold a loaf of bread, but you are an ordinary man, they will hide in the dark and take away your food when you do not have it. If you dare to resist, they will pull a knife out of your cuff and stab you in the hole, and there will be no hesitation.

If you hold a loaf of bread, but you are a Dark Warrior or a soldier with a weapon, they will come out of the darkness, full of glamour on their faces, and honestly tell you that they can do anything for you for this loaf of bread! Kill, set fire or go to bed, as long as you say, no bottom line;

If you have a piece of bread, but you are a Black Martial Arts King or some staff member of the General Research Department, then advise you to go home sooner, they smell you, they will voluntarily escape a long, long distance, and then hide in the dark, looking at you with horror and vigilance.

In this city of microlight, there are a few words between them:

A little breadcrumb, I'm not who you think I am;

A little piece of bread, I'm your man tonight;

Half a loaf of bread, no matter how many people you come;

A big piece of bread; you can't treat me like a human tonight;

Two big pieces of bread; whether you're here or not!

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But there are always places in this city that they don't dare to step into, like a four-sided line of defense, or a well-guarded central area, or a branded family area.

Of course, if you only knew that and wanted to become a qualified displaced person and try to survive in Jinling City, you would soon be one of those carriers.

This is no longer the time to kneel down and beg for food simply by kowtowing, you need to know every advantage you have and use them to get the capital to live.

If you're strong and you're not afraid to die, then join the army, if you're lucky enough, you'll have a comfortable life before the next bug attack.

If you are very pretty, inclined to the city, any man will be soft and hard when he sees you, then you can consider competing for the name of "Jinling Twelve Chai” in the Central District. It is not possible, or you can mix with “Qin Huai Bayan” in the four regions.

There is no merit in it, you can also open the relatives table to find out if there is a forgotten relative who can tie a line with a big person and leak something out of their teeth, at least they can't starve.

If you don't have all of them, you can only honestly go to the area for a few days before you have a porridge spot, line up a bend and you'll never see your head, or work hard to find rat cockroaches that are scarcer than humans.

Mowulo is now in this situation, even tragic, with his younger age and the advent of the Dark Ages, just after his 15th birthday.

His relatives had died, leaving him and a three-year-old girl, his cousin's daughter, the only family he had left now.

Mowulo is not useless, on the contrary, he is a Dark Warrior, but some sadly he could not even pass the first level rating, without which he would have starved to death a few months ago in the rare name of Dark Warrior.

He had joined a lot of forces, big and small, and he didn't remember how many, but every time he did, he remembered very clearly that none of them had been swept out.

The reason is simple. At the beginning, the bosses of many forces placed high hopes on him, feeding him and the young child for nothing. After a long time, they found that his abilities had not increased, except for a little healing ability for himself, which had no effect on others.

So the food distributed to him every day became less and less, and at the end of the day, a grain of rice was invisible. Some desperate bosses simply told him to go away. In the dark times, the food of every power was used to feed useful people. Such as him, he was so weak that he could only heal his wounds, and had not grown for a long time. No one was willing to waste more precious food on him than his life.

Mowulo is still a child, in order to survive, he wandered among the various forces, each time “cheating” people, he had just woken up, had rare wooden abilities, then mixed for a while, and was swept out of the house.

After a long time, a lot of people knew him, he couldn't keep up and no longer believed his lies.

Mowuro mixed with hungry people, begging around, lined up to collect porridge, looking for rats to fill, etc., some people persuaded him to give up the young - girl, it would be good if he could live, he stubbornly refused to listen to other people's "advice”, every time he found food, first eat tightly with his sister, sitting on his side drooling, nothing even drooling out!

Until one day, when he hadn't found food for a long time, he and his sister were starving to death, and there was a familiar Dark Warrior suggesting that he go to a writing building in the West Side and try his luck. Heard it was a new force, and his previous events, would not necessarily be revealed.

So the skinny 16-year-old Mowulo, with his head pulled behind his back, rushed from the North Side to the West Side, halfway through, he made a decision he regretted, he naively thought that he and his sister used to have two mouths, they might be suspicious of eating too much, if he was alone this time, those people would definitely feed him for a while more, so that he could save food, secretly run out to feed his sister, and persist for a longer time.

So he found a place to hide his sister and go alone to the writing building.

Unfortunately, he was soon discovered by a fat dark warrior inside, expelled directly from the world, and he was so ashamed that he even thought about killing himself with his sister and leaving this difficult world.

But at the door, he was called by a skinny man in his 40s, carefully gauged him for a long time. His eyes were cold and heartless, and he freaked out. Finally, he was miraculously left behind and told that he could take his sister with him to the writing building!

At that moment, Mowuro was stuck, and this was the first time that someone had been willing to leave him behind after hearing about his “experience," which meant that the writing building would not sweep him out of the house for useless reasons in the short term, and that he and his sister could continue to live for a while!

When he went out to pick up his sister, he walked lightly. His inner excitement made him forget hunger temporarily. He reminded himself over and over again that it was true, that it was true...

He couldn't wait to tell his sister the good news. Although he also knew a three-year-old child who couldn't understand anything, she was the only one who could talk about her sour, sweet and spicy family.

However, when he returned to the place where he hid his sister, he was foolish and there was no sign of her!

Mowulo thought that his sister had climbed away, went crazy and looked everywhere, but found nothing. He panicked and sat on the ground with his ass, tears falling down. At that time, it was as if the heavens had collapsed. Only then did he know that the existence of his sister was the reason that kept him alive numbly.

He has heard that in a dark corner of Jinling City, there is a group of poor and vicious people who cannot stand hunger. Often in the darkest times, they steal the children of hungry people in the open street...

Mowulo regretted to the point where he could not reproach himself. He hated himself immensely when he thought that his poor two-year-old sister was about to face a tragic fate.

He grabbed the index finger of his left hand with his right hand, didn't crush it backwards fatally, severe pain made him still feel insufficient to make up for the mistakes he made in his stupidity!

Mowuro walked down the cold streets, trembling over and over again calling out to his sister's young name:

“Xiao Xiao, where are you, brother shouldn't leave you...”

One voice is worse than the other, one voice is worse than the other, echoing back in the alley.

The hungry man on the street was awakened by him, glanced at him confused, then sighed faintly and continued to remain silent.

Mowuro walked fleshly across a corner and heard a cry from a toddler in his trance. He shook himself and an anonymous force rose from the bottom of his heart. He went mad!

The sound came from a residential building. Mowulo climbed up to the building at an incredible speed. Faced with the cold gate, he didn't know where the power came from, but with a thin body, he hit hard!

There were four or five men and women in the room, panicked, saw the break-in was just a child, took a sip of relief, and gauged Mowuro in the shadows.

How bloody it is in the house, Mowullo has carelessly noticed, with his wooden instincts, he has seen the toddler on the side, just his sister - insignificant!

Joy, excitement, joy, fear, fear... instantly rushed into his head, but he didn't do anything by, rushing towards his sister, knocking a man and a woman in succession, taking a knife in the back, holding his sister still crying, dead in his arms.

“I'm from the office building!” Mowulo tried to intimidate them, but they didn't believe it at all.

“Chop this kid up! Don't let him get away!” A tall man with a mean vagina.

Three men and two women quickly sealed the road to the door of Mowuruo, pressed one step at a time, the long knife on their hands, and still glued red blood!

Mowulo bites his teeth, rushes to the balcony and jumps off the third floor!

At the moment of landing, even if he had the protection of wooden ability, his heart was still sore and his left leg bone was broken!

Run! If they catch you, you and your sister are finished! Mowulo shouted loudly!

There is still a distance from the office building, only there will be security, and the people there, absolutely these poor and evil people, will not dare to cause it.

Mowulo hugged his sister, dragged her left leg, bled, don't desperately run in the direction of the writing building, three men and two women follow him closely!

“Help! Help!” Mowulo ran and shouted, shouting at many hungry people, but he did not see the police.

After several more knives on his body, he couldn't hold on to his eyes. Finally, he saw the door to the office building. He tried his best to shout: "Help me! Help! Help! I am Mowuro, your office staff..."

“Brother, why don't you go after him!” A little man ran slowly and followed with panting.

“Fuck you, you're a building writer. Run!” The tall man shouted in horror that no one in the West Side knew what people lived in this building!

But they couldn't make it. Two fire shadows were emitted from the writing building, with hot light, and they blinked. The two men were covered in red armor, like fire.

One of the long guns, picking the tallest man on the wall at the tip of the gun, coldly said: "Whoever did this to me, kill me! ”

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Mowuro will be an important figure in the medium term, so take the time to explain. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)