Vol 2 Chapter 3742: The **** who fell into the world!

On a construction site in Gallatingen.
A man of short stature, wearing a safety helmet and a dust-laden overalls, was carrying two bags of cement on his shoulders, slowly walking towards the unloading point step by step.
Anyone in the dark world here might not be able to imagine that this dirty worker would turn out to be the of the past-the magic shadow!
That's right, he is really a demon. After being "sealed" by Liu Heyue, he came to Latin America, tossed about life in several cities, and finally came to work as a coolie on a construction site in Gallatingen.
This work lasted more than half a year.
In the past six months or so, Mo Ying has finally realized what is called ordinary people is not easy. He used to be pampered and superior, and he did not realize that, in fact, there are many people in this world, even if they are just the simplest living. I have also tried my best.
The world is warm and cold, and the world is scorching, and the magic shadow is now more and more clear.
Liu Heyue was right. In fact, such a life of an ordinary person was impossible to imagine before Mo Ying. He has an extraordinary talent for military force and lived the life of a master for most of the time. The life at the bottom is extremely far away from him.
How could the previous Demon Shadow think that a penny could be broken into two to spend it, and he is extremely powerful, even less likely to know that he can fight with others just to grab a sip of water.
Due to his size, after being closed by Liu Heyue, Moying has no advantage in hand-to-hand combat, especially when facing opponents who are taller and bigger than his own. The end of Moying is even very miserable. , I was often beaten up and bruised.
Regarding this situation, at first, he was full of hostility and murderous intent, thinking that he would wait until the end of the one-year power closure, and then he would fight back again, and easily crush these guys who had worked on him. To death.
When working with others, Mo Ying hadn't tried to break through the "seal" Liu Heyue planted in his body, but he had never succeeded.
God knows what kind of methods the old woodcutter of Cuisongshan used to block his own power circulation route so accurately, so that the magic shadow can't even adjust the power within the group, let alone try to break through the suffocation.
After trying countless times, Moying had not succeeded even once, and he even had no hope of whether he could recover in the future.
It’s not that this former deity-level figure never thought of going there again and begged the old woodman of Cui Songshan to help him relieve this kind of power shackles, but if it’s less than a year, Moying even feels that he has no face. go back.
After scrambled and beaten again and again, Mo Ying felt like a wild dog who did everything to make a living.
However, with more and more cases of this kind, Mo Ying gradually "recognized his fate", yes, this is the life of ordinary people, he has lost his power, is no longer strong, and is unable to change anything.
At this time, Moying finally realized that the truth of life was actually "helpless" after revealing the many appearances.
Helpless, powerless, this is life.
Especially for middle-aged men, it is not easy.
You work hard, you work hard, and in the end, you find that you can't change anything, your dreams are drifting away, and you can only be played and practiced by life over and over.
Mo Ying even started to "pouring chicken soup" on himself, which was a kind of spiritual self-comfort.
However, although Mo Ying realized that life was helpless and powerless, and although he had accepted his fate, he did not give up on himself, and went straight through the year with his scalp. On the contrary, after he deeply felt Liu Heyue’s true purpose, he began to live more vigorously and feel the life of ordinary people more vigorously... Regardless of whether he can regain his strength in the future, he cannot live like this at this time. A real wild dog is a defilement to life.
For Moying, this in itself is a very gratifying change.
Many middle-aged men who have been rubbed and crushed by life have almost forgotten their dreams and original intentions.
But Mo Ying, at this moment of falling from the bottom of the , chose to take on the responsibility of a middle-aged man.
He knows that he is not alone, he still has a younger sister to raise, that is someone who can awaken his soul.
Yes, Su Rui's anger in the Golden Triangle awakened the dreamer. Mo Ying knew that at that time, it turned out that his sister Demon had paid so much for herself, even at the expense of death in exchange for her awakening.
My brother is so incompetent, it's good.
The demon had endured so much for himself, and even his face was covered with scars by his enemies. The demon really didn't know how to redeem his sins.
As long as his sister can erase those horrible experiences, Mo Ying is willing to do anything.
However, time cannot go back.
Some painful pasts cannot be changed no matter how expensive they are.
"The last day."
After Moying put two large bags of heavy cement on the designated place, he looked up at the sky and said to himself at this moment, he actually felt a kind of trance and unreality.
Yes, this year full of difficulties has come to an end, this is the 365th day.
Moying still tried to use the power flow route according to the usual practice, but it was still like a mud cow entering the sea without any response, even if he had used the power he could use to the maximum, the same was true.
The power flow that had been hand-in-handed in the past has become extremely extravagant, even out of reach.
The Demon Shadow not only lost its strength, but also lost its speed, and fell completely into the world.
It was the last day, and Mo Ying suddenly felt that he might never be able to change back to the super master he once was. He had lost a lot of things in this half of his life, and it seemed that everything he had lost would never come back.
"Tom, what are you staring at!" An overseer came over, holding a whip in his hand, and unceremoniously drawing it on the back of Demon Shadow.
That's right, the demon shadow at this time is called Tom, which is what he gave himself a name casually, which is even more common than the real name "John" of Poseidon.
It's hard to be an ordinary person.
If according to Mo Ying's past strength, let alone the overseer who can use a whip to slap him, when the opponent's whip was raised, his hand would have broken the opponent's neck.
But now, he can't do anything, and can only get a whip in silence.
This is a middle-aged man.
You are hurt by life, but you can't resist anything. You have to continue to do what you should do.
The salary offered by this construction company is higher, and it can be settled daily, which is exactly what Moying had hoped before.
However, since Moying does not have a formal official status, it can only sign contracts through an intermediary labor company. However, Moying did not expect that the world can be dark to this degree-since he signed that contract, every day The workload has become extremely heavy. If it were not for the excellent physical fitness of the Moying itself, I am afraid that it would have been exhausted on the construction site.
Moreover, there are supervisors here every day, and a little lazy behavior is just a whip. This kind of punishment is tantamount to a great insult to the demon shadow who was once an expensive god.
He had to resist at first, but in the end he could only provoke more whips for himself, and he was even drawn blood dripping all over.
The price of resistance is being beaten up by more overseers, or being fined two days of salary.
At that time, Moying realized that the salary can be paid on a daily basis, and the salary can also be deducted daily. It is a routine.
Mo Ying needs money, and he is still worrying about eating and drinking, so after two days of lying in bed with a whip, he comes here again and chooses to carry the burden of life.
He also doesn't know whether his power flow state can be restored, what should he do if it can't be restored? Moying must be prepared to be an ordinary person for a lifetime.
He began to make long-term plans. He wanted to save enough money for his sister-although this number was not a big deal for the former Demon Shadow, but now it seems to be far away and out of reach.
"What's the matter, you still don't say anything when you smoke you? Do you think that I will think you are very tough?" The overseer saw Mo Ying turned his head and left without saying a word. , So he said with provocation.
Mo Ying didn't say a word, picked up two heavy cement bags, and then continued to walk back.
However, this time...slap!
A whip fell on his back!
Under the clothes, two long welts have emerged on the skin on the back of the demon shadow.
Moying's footsteps stopped, but he still didn't turn his face away.
"Don't you kid ask me why I smoked you?" the overseer asked mockingly.
Obviously, I have to pick something up.
"You hate me." Mo Ying said, her voice low.
After Mo Ying came here, the first time he was lashed was by the hand of the overseer. At that time Mo Ying rode on him and punched several times in the face. From then on, the beam was completely knotted!
In the days to come, if things were all right, this supervisor would go to Mo Ying to trouble him, and would often slap his whip, but Mo Ying always chose to swallow his breath for the salary.
Such a reaction disappointed the overseer. He also thought that if Mo Ying dared to fight back, he would work with all the other overseers to kill this disobedient fellow.
After all, such an unidentified person would have no problem even if a hundred people were killed.
"Yeah, I just hate you very much." The overseer said, showing a grinning smile, and once again drew the magic shadow whip!
Since the crisp sound of the whip was so clear, the other workers stopped their movements and looked here.
Moying felt the pain in his back, turned his face, and said to the invincible overseer: "You may never understand that all that is lost will return in another way."

PS: I thought I could finish writing at half past two, but it was almost four o’clock. I went to bed. I don’t know if I should say good night or good morning. I wish everyone a full day.