Mo Wen smiled. "Aren't you going to continue cultivating?"
"You're not going to kill me?"
Even thieves have their code of honor; I don't kill nameless thieves!
"What's the meaning?"
Mo Wen didn't answer, but instead glanced at her arm.
Linghu Lan instantly understood that Mo Wen meant she had never killed anyone, so he wouldn't kill her either.
Having grasped this logical relationship, Linghu Lan felt a strange sense of emotion welling up inside her.
The person in front of him is a ruthless killer, yet he would spare her because she didn't kill anyone!
Isn't this the legendary chivalrous thief?
She thought for a moment and said, "I didn't roll up my sleeves, so you can see the numbers on my arm?"
"I gained an ability on the island: other people need to see numbers with their eyes, but for me, these numbers automatically come to my eyes; I don't even need to roll up my sleeves!"
Linghu Lan was completely devastated.
This eye is amazing, isn't it just like an X-ray?
"So, you can also see my... boobs, buttocks inside my clothes?"
Holy shit!
"Sex" demon!
Mo Wen's expression changed instantly, as if he had been greatly insulted.
He wiped the smile off his face, glanced coldly at Linghu Lan, and silently uttered three words.
"You're so dirty-minded!"
Linghu Lan: "?_?"
Where's my sister's knife?
Tell me to my face, which of my words revealed my dirty nature?
Mo Wen continued, "I just said that the numbers automatically appeared in my eyes, but I didn't say that my eyes have X-ray vision."
Linghu Lan: "o_o|||"
Mo Wen touched the tall grass beside him and silently continued walking towards the World Treasure.
"Let's go, off to kill someone!"
Linghu Lan was speechless. On this crazy island, killing had become a daily occurrence, as common as buying groceries and cooking.
This world is crazy.
What is your number?
Linghu Lan asked a question while looking at Mo Wen's retreating figure.
Mo Wen replied lazily.
"..." Linghu Lan fell silent. This man had killed 582 people. He could apply for a Guinness World Record, and it would be guaranteed that no one would break it for a hundred years.
Mo Wen stopped, seemingly struck a nerve with Linghu Lan's question, and excitedly said:
"My goal is to kill a thousand people. I want to see if the five-figure number will turn into a six-figure number, or if 999 is the limit for the number of kills."
"madman!"
"Hahahaha!" Mo Wen laughed. "On this island, anyone who isn't crazy is a genius, and you're one of them!"
Linghu Lan's hand twitched.
Mo Wen coldly said, "Don't even think about killing me. I don't mind making an exception! I forgot to tell you, I also have an ability called [Transplantation]. I'm very interested in your ability to control other people's weapons."
Linghu Lan smiled and lowered her hand.
"Please go ahead!"
Mo Wen sneered and quickly continued walking forward.
Linghu Lan silently watched his retreating figure and sighed softly.
She couldn't kill Mo Wen.
Mo Wen has acquired the abilities of over five hundred people, making him like a walking skill shop; she has no chance of winning.
Another thing she was curious about was what the mysterious island would eventually become if she killed 999 people.
When evil reaches its extreme, or kindness reaches its extreme, which side will ultimately prevail?
She sighed silently and walked toward the center of the world.
Mo Wen, who was walking in front, quickly charged into the chaotic crowd...
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