Fairyland, big problem

"Mr. Wen, we're leaving now."

"OK."

In the special investigation team's special car, Wen Jiu in the passenger seat was surrounded by an extremely sick-looking investigator, Mo Bei.

"Mr. Mo, have you not had a good rest these days?"

"Haha, I look like this, I'm old."

Mobei's family has a similar genetic disease, and there will be children who are particularly weak in their offspring.

Sometimes they are very weak at birth; some are healthy after birth, but their bodies suddenly deteriorate after a few years of growth.

I went to the hospital for an examination, and the result was simply poor physical fitness, and I slowly recuperated.

Mo Bei belonged to the latter group. When he was a child, he was very strong and had a three-star qualification. At the age of sixteen, he suddenly had a low-grade fever for half a month. He was easy-going like some elders in the family, and became weak.

Fortunately, at that time, he had already entered the threshold of the Darkness Eliminator, and practice would help strengthen his physique.

Now Mo Bei is not so weak, but he can only serve as the most basic staff of the special investigation team, and cannot enter the squad or brigade to perform core tasks.

"That's it. I really can't help it because of the solid physical reasons. I thought Mr. Mo had something on his mind and didn't think about it."

"Oh? If it's a psychological problem, Mr. Wen has a solution?"

"I have some skills in this area. I have worked in the psychological counseling room of the Strategy Institute for a while."

"Hey." Mo Bei, who was driving a special car, became interested. "Actually, the most sad thing for me is my body, especially the catastrophe a while ago. I watched my companions struggle on the front line, but I can only... hey."

Mo Bei knew that this was purely a matter of his heart, and logistical support and evacuation were also very important tasks.

"Then I'll show Mr. Mo."

"OK."

Mo Bei, who was driving a car, was in high spirits, and this was his first experience of psychological counseling.

The question and answer are relative, the image of a beautiful dream is generated, and the white smoke is concretized.

Part of which protrudes from the body of the car,

But as long as part of Meimeng's image is within Wen Jiu's field of vision, the rest will not be affected by obstructions and can be seen completely.

That's... three swords?

Three blades of different styles.

The longest one looks like an ordinary sword;

The image in the middle is swaying and bent, which belongs to the soft sword;

The last handle is shorter, with a sharp point.

Simultaneously chopping Commander added character values, the details of Meimeng's image are more nuanced, and the last sword has a three-edged blood groove.

The very familiar shape of the three swords is exactly the same as Mo Feishuang.

Wen Jiu has also been in the circle of dark fighters, and knows that the style of that weapon is highly recognizable, and it is almost impossible to repeat it.

It shows that there is a connection between Mo Feishuang and Mo Bei.

However, apart from the same surname, their temperament, appearance, and personality are all far from the same.

The quiet time in the car was a bit long, and Mo Bei asked.

"Mr. Wen, have you thought of anything?"

"I think Mr. Mo has not let go of his obsession with fighting."

Wen Jiu said that the topics raised were very limited, and he didn't directly point out the three swords with the height of a magic stick.

"you do not say."

The tone was very calm. Mo Bei said earlier that he was unwilling to watch his companions fighting on the front line, and it was logical to hear that he was worried about his inability to fight.

"What weapon does Mr. Mo like?"

"Of course it is a sword. It needs a traditional sword style to reflect a gentleman's demeanor, and a soft sword with flexible and changeable ways to deal with cunning and evil things. What should be cruel must be cruel. The stabbing sword has a three-edged blood tank."

"Oh? Three swords?"

Wen Jiu had the bottom line in his heart, but he still followed the topic smoothly.

Mo Bei didn't know that there was a beautiful dream image, and he remembered the past by himself.

He was in good health at the same age, and he had a three-star aptitude in the physical examination early on. He loved sword and sword arts since he was a child, and thought about customizing his own spiritual equipment with the ability every day.

Just entering the industry, the cost-effectiveness of customizing spiritual equipment is very low. For a newcomer who is an ordinary family, the pace cannot be too big.

So Mo Bei customized a set of ordinary equipment for practice, made of hard rubber, and the ideal three-handed sword.

Similar to hard rubber practice props, Wen Jiu had seen them in the Strategy Institute.

It is mostly used for chopping practice piles and fighting against simulated evil objects. The weight can be adjusted by adjusting the structure of rubber and other materials, which is analogous to the weight of real weapons.

When Mo Bei became the Dark Lord, the younger brother in the family was only in elementary school, and he was also tested for three-star cultivation qualifications.

The younger brother is still young, his biggest hobby apart from the simple homework is to watch his elder brother juggle three practice swords in the open space, his eyes are always shining, and he also said that he will become an excellent dark fighter like his elder brother in the future.

"It's a pity, God's will tricks people."

The car left the urban area and drove on the road between Changle City and Loquat City. The scenery outside the car gradually became bleak in line with Mo Bei's tone.

The family genetic constitution suddenly broke out, and Mo Bei had a low-grade fever for half a month, and his easy-going appearance turned into a weak appearance. The special operations team of the target volunteer had to give up and had to join the special investigation team.

Since then, Mo Bei has never played the Three Swords, and his younger brother has become taciturn and rarely communicates.

"I must have let my little brother down, so he often left home later. It is said that he went to learn art from a teacher, and this year he entered the Strategy Academy."

"Strategic Academy..."

Now it's really on the right number, and it's close to ten.

"Your brother is Mo Feishuang?"

"Mr. Wen knows?"

"I'm also a freshman in the Strategy Academy."

It's a bit strange, the special investigation team of Changle City should have known about Wen Jiuming's superficial identity.

"Oh, oh, I know... But Mr. Wen gets entangled with evil spirits every now and then, and anyone will accidentally ignore your new identity."

"I don't want to get entangled with them either."

Wen Jiu expressed his helplessness, and turned the topic back to the image of Meimeng.

"Mr. Mo, I think you guessed wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Mo Feishuang is not disappointed in you, he recognizes you very much."

While Mo Bei expressed his doubts, Wen Jiu asked a question.

"What type of dark-slayer do you think Mo Feishuang is?"

"Iron cavalry, the school teacher said that his sense of balance and control of spiritual equipment are very good."

As for the specific method, Mo Feishuang never told his brother that Mo Bei thought he was hated, and he never went into trouble.

"Three Swords."

"What?"

"Mo Feishuang's weapon has three spiritual equipment, a regular sword, a soft sword, and a three-edged blood-slot stabbing sword."

After a long silence, there was a slight rolling sound of Adam's apple.

"Mr. Wen..."

"Before Mo Feishuang entered the Strategy Institute, he was already a dark fighter. He entered the school with the strength of the middle cloud class. You said that he was looking for a teacher, and he probably sought sword skills."

If Mo Feishuang hated his brother and was completely disappointed, he would not take the same path;

This choice seems to be fulfilling a wish that my brother cannot achieve.

"I... I! I! Call him right away!"

"Hey! Woc, you're driving! Don't get excited!"

Involving life safety, Wen Jiu couldn't help but swear, and hurriedly stopped Mo Bei from touching the phone at a loss, and finally stabilized the driving situation.

Think about Mo Feishuang, with that boring personality, he really wouldn't take the initiative to clear up misunderstandings, so Mo Bei has been autistic for several years...\u003c/div\u003e