Chapter 260: Dead quagmire

As soon as Morin returned to the bedroom, he saw a piece of paper left on the ground by the seam of the door.
After the portal disappeared, Morin retrieved the cracked rosary and picked up a piece of paper on the floor to see.
Moline! You bastard!
Are you in the house? I stood outside your door and couldn't open the door with the key, and knocked for most of the day. Do you know how many people looked at me in the male dormitory?
You bastard! What are you doing in the house?
Tomorrow, if you don't explain it to me clearly, I will never let you go!
Without looking at the payment, Morin knew that Angel wrote it to himself.
After Mo Lin had seen it, he felt cold in the back of the neck. Then he thought that if he came back so late, he would definitely anger Angel. After all, he was not alone now.
Here, each has its own benefits. Single dogs envy the sweetness of couples, but couples envy the freedom of single dogs.
But to wait for Angel's rigorous question to be tomorrow, Morin fell asleep after washing.
Early the next morning, Angel came to Moline's bedroom early and grabbed Moline's ears to pull him from the bed.
"Okay," Angel said angrily, "I'm worried for you that I didn't sleep much all night. You slept like a pig!"
"Angel looses her hands and her ears are about to fall!" Morin howled.
Angel let go of her hand, but sat angrily on Morin's bed. Moline hugged Angel, and surrounded her with a hot, naked upper body. The angry and hard heart seemed to meet the lava and melted instantly.
"Oh, annoying, don't puff at my ears!" Angel said angrily, but there was no more anger in her heart.
Moline hugged Angel, her chin rested on her fragrant shoulder, her lips touched Angel's soft, round earlobe slightly, and said lazily, "Angel, what's wrong with your ears?"
"I'm tickling," Angel said, feeling that her face was on fire and her heart was beating like crazy. She broke away from Moline's arms and turned to stand up and look at Moline.
"What's wrong? I still want to hug you for a while." Mo Lin said regretfully.
"Hold a fart, hurry up, let's go to dinner." Angel said.
Mo Lin laughed, Angel suddenly realized that what he said was really wrong, but it could not be explained. Angrily, he pinched Mo Lin again.
However, after that, she gave Moline a face wash and so on, and waited for Moline to wash her face, and Angel made the bed for Moline again. By the time Morin finished washing, Morin's bed was tidy up.
"You will spoil me like this," Morin looked at the bed and said to Angel.
"It's good to spoil you," Angel said with a smile. "You're spoiled, and the other girls who are saved save you again."
"Who would like me except for a silly girl like you?" Morin said with a sneer.
"That's their short-sightedness, okay, hurry and go, I have to ask you something on the way."
The two went to breakfast side by side, and along the way, Morin told Angel the compiled words.
Morin told her about threatening herself and Angel, and then told her that she was out last night to assassinate the rogue, so she came back so late.
This is part of the fact, so Mo Lin said that there is no obstacle at all.
Angel listened to Morin's explanation and frowned a little. She felt that Morin's approach was too much. There was no need to kill someone because of something that had no effect on herself.
This is a bit too bloody.
Moline didn't argue with Angel. He knew that killing people like Leizi wasn't just for venting himself.
The two had breakfast happily, Angel went to class normally, and Morin started his own activity.
He hurried back to the dormitory, still locking the door inside, and then activated the rosary beads, his first teleportation site was the dead quagmire.
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The portal opened smoothly, and Morin's official training door also opened.
Passing through the portal, Morin came to the dead quagmire, which was still lifeless in the morning.
A few bubbles spit out weakly in the calm mire, and Moline began to prepare.
First of all, he took off his clothes and put them in the space ring. In order to be safe, he did not immediately take out the iron clothes and put them on, but first tried the power of the quagmire.
Morin took a deep breath, and his smooth feet moved towards the mire step by step. In an instant, his shiny feet were completely submerged in the mud.
Then Mo Lin's legs, thighs and even the waist were all buried under the quagmire, and at this time Mo Lin had just reached the border of the quagmire.
In this way, this quagmire must be a disaster from farther away.
However, Mo Lin did not mean to explore inside, all he needed was to exercise around the mire.
He walked a few more steps, until Morin stopped pouring into his chest before Morin stopped.
Morin looked around the circular quagmire, and then began to take steps to move around the quagmire.
This is far more difficult than Mo Lin imagined. People are in the water, and the resistance of the water will slow down their actions a lot, let alone in this quagmire.
Morin feels that these sludges are like ubiquitous imps. Everywhere they come in contact, they hinder and drag you, and this obstacle can't be rid of anyway, everywhere.
This feeling of being trapped and unable to break free really made Mo Lin very frustrated.
Fortunately, this is exactly the effect that Morin needs. He is trying to use the resistance of the quagmire to exercise his strength and endurance, and to polish his "magic body" with this.
Moline is like a person who has been slowed down. He walks slowly in the quagmire. He hasn't moved half the distance yet, and he feels that he has lost most of his power.
This was really beyond Morin's expectation. He really didn't expect that with his power comparable to orcs, it would be difficult to conquer this quagmire. It seems that he has some practice in the future.
However, after walking for so long, Mo Lin felt that this dead quagmire was an ordinary place. As long as he did not go deep into the quagmire, there would be no danger. It seems that most folklore has no factual basis.
Moline continued to move forward, a little bit of power was lost in the quagmire, he had begun to breathe, but Moline still continued to move on his own will.
The entire perimeter of the quagmire was almost eight or nine hundred yards. Mo Lin spent all his energy. After barely walking around, he stopped a little and took a rest.
Just when Mo Lin was standing and breathing in the mud, there was a sudden change in the mud.
Although Morin felt the change, he hadn't had time to react and felt a cold band wrapped around himself.
Mo Lin wanted to struggle, but his movement speed here was too busy, and it was when he was exhausted, so his resistance was almost in vain.
The tape quickly wrapped around him, and soon spread all over Moline's body. When he wrapped up Moline's entire chest and only exposed Moline's head, he saw the attack on him for the first time. what.
It turned out to be a black-brown python with a very smooth body. The body of this python is long and thick, and the bucket-like snake body squeezes Morin into the body in a few clicks.
Under the entanglement of the python, Morin felt that the air in his lungs had been squeezed out, and the bones all over his body made a "creak" sound, which seemed to be breaking soon.
Morin struggled desperately, but he did not have the strength to resist when he was exhausted, and even when he was full, he might not be able to break free with his power, not to mention this time now.
The python is constantly entangled with Moline. Its movement seems to be in conjunction with Moline. Although it is a scene of killing, it is stunned that it has an extremely lingering sense of sight.
I don't know if those who were killed by the python were wiped out by the "doting" entangled by the python.
Morin was very uncomfortable at this time, and his brain was a little fuzzy, and he could not move around. At this time, the only thing he could do was to use the consciousness to urge the flame magic to fight the python.
A trace of fire appeared in the figure of the python, but the python was unmoved. It seemed that these flames could not hurt it at all.
The flame grew bigger and bigger, and sprayed from the cracks in the body of the python, forming a tongue of fire in the shape of the python rolling into a sphere.
But even so, this python has not suffered any substantial harm, but it has also stimulated its fierceness, entangled Mo Lin more vigorously.
The flame gradually receded, and eventually disappeared from the surface of the python. The only fire light flickered in the center of its body, and it seemed to be extinguished soon.