Everyone is talented
The Chinese among the limiters of Moe Island are all here now.
Except for Qiaoman's two-dimensional painting style, which can be seen at a glance, the others are like him, and there is nothing abnormal on the surface.
There were two bandaged wounds on the hands, the same as Zhang Wei's, and Mo Poor knew that these two were also people of different blood.
A question is also true, one is nicknamed Banlangen, and the other is nicknamed Hot Pot Oil.
As for Zhang Wei, needless to say, he must be nicknamed cuttlefish soup.
There were two other youths, one of them held a chopstick in his mouth and said, "Hi, my name is rather ugly, call me a smoker."
As he spoke, he took a sip of his chopsticks and breathed out a few smoke rings comfortably.
Seeing this, Mo Poor was taken aback for a while.
The smoker said with a smile: "Ha, just kidding, I'm not as weird as them. I chewed a tobacco plant in the wild and was brought to Meng Island not long after. I can just smoke out of anything .The smoke from different things has different nicotine content, the more complex things the better to smoke, among which animals are the most, such as cats.”
As he spoke, he fished it from his lap, and Mo Poor realized that there was a kitten on his lap.
The smoker picked up the dazed kitten, put his mouth on the fur, and took a good breath.
"Ah...excellent! It's really excellent!" The smoker exhaled smoke.
Mo Poor watched as he took a sip of the cat, exhaled it, surrounded by smoke, and then reluctantly put the cat back on his lap.
After that, the smoker tapped his chopsticks again, enjoying the ordinary taste.
Mo Poor rubbed his nose and smelled a little smoke, it was really a cigarette.
This ability really saves money, Mo Poor thought to himself, it seems that everything can be regarded as smoke, but in fact there must be many that cannot be smoked, otherwise he would be able to smoke directly from the air. And here, there is definitely no major harm.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "What about that person...what's it like to be a person?"
The face of the smoker changed, as if he was remembering and looking forward to it, as if the smoke drawn from a person's body was the real holy product.
Zhang Wei hurriedly said: "Don't say it, Lanbai Club forbids him to smoke, otherwise he will be isolated, and he quit with great difficulty."
"Why?" Mo Qiong asked in a daze. You can **** cats, but not people?
The smoker stroked the cat and said, "You can only take ten puffs of anything, and then it will be wiped out. Do you understand? I want to kill you, all I need is ten kisses!"
"I only smoked this cat once in a few days. After nine times, the Blue and White Society will take it back."
"I used to almost **** myself to death, but now I just dare to take a puff from myself, and you will see me turn into ashes."
"The Blue and White Society asked me to quit smoking step by step, but I couldn't. They imprisoned me for a while, and finally let me quit smoking, and then replaced them with animals. After that, they didn't even smoke animals, but only smoked plants. ,dead…"
Mo Poor listened in a daze, an effect that seemed to smoke everything could kill anyone.
"Complicated things include not only creatures, but also some exquisite handicrafts, aren't they also good smoke?" Mo Poor said.
"It's very good. I smoked all my mobile phone and the computer in the house. Now Lanbai Club doesn't equip me with electrical appliances. I usually go to the supermarket to buy some fruits and vegetables and come back to smoke. I kill sixty in a day." Cucumbers..." said the smoker, and drank from a Coke.
Drinking and drinking, he let out a comfortable sigh and let out a puff of smoke.
Mo Poor is speechless, how addicted this guy is to smoking. They even pulled out the combination, while drinking Coke, while smoking from the Coke, this is really a technical job.
However, if you want to come to the smoke inhaled by vegetables and fruits, the taste and taste must be excellent, which makes people want to stop.
Zhang Wei smiled and said: "Let me tell you, his harmful effect is very miserable. In the future, if he becomes a peripheral, he will have to be under the eyes of the Lanbai Society, and he can't talk to anyone."
Talk about someone? Mo Poor thought so too, a smoker's mouth could **** out the smoke with just one sip on a person's body, ten puffs would kill him.
How can you make out with people after this? Even if he couldn't keep his mouth shut, Lanbai Club wouldn't dare to let him be intimate with others, unless he was willing to broadcast live, disclose his privacy, or wear a cane to do things...
Thinking about it, Mo Poor felt miserable, so he couldn't help but look at the smoker.
However, the smoker looked indifferent, instead he smiled and said: "Haha, this is just a small restriction. If you haven't smoked before, you don't understand. It's better to **** a cat than to make out. It's exciting!"
"The one who is really miserable is Brother Huo. As long as someone calls him by name, he will catch fire, and if he doesn't save him in time, he will be burned to death. Do you think it is miserable?"
He pointed to the man who had been silent all this time. The man was drinking tea silently with a sad face.
"Call him?" Mo Qiong asked in a daze.
The smoker said: "Yeah, as long as you name and name him and scold him, no matter if you scold him verbally or in your heart, whether you scold him face to face or behind your back... even if you scold him with a smile, 'xxx are you stupid', Brother Huo will catch fire. So we still don’t know Brother Huo’s real name, because it’s kept secret. The Lanbai Society even helped him create a new identity, and he will use a fake name in the future, so as not to provoke anyone to scold him behind his back.”
"How can it catch fire? Will it catch fire if soaked in water?" Mo Poor asked.
The smoker said: "If he has clothes with him, he will burn automatically. If he is naked, his hair will burn. If he doesn't even have hair... the human body will burn directly. It is the same when soaked in water, but the fire will burn immediately if soaked in water. It's going to go off again."
Qiaoman waved his hand and there was still an afterimage, and said softly: "I saw it with my own eyes when I first came. Brother Huo sat there and did nothing, and suddenly his pants caught fire! At that time, there were still people in the Lanbai Club staring at him all the time. , Rescue him as soon as he is found on fire. It is much better now, probably because he has lived for too long, and those who used to scold him forgot to scold him.”
Mo Qiong shook his head, this is really miserable, at least the effects of everyone will not kill him inexplicably.
But Brother Huo knows it, and he is the kind who lays his gun.
"He has to go back in the future, so he has to be on guard all the time? If someone kills him one day, he doesn't know who scolded him." Mo Poor said.
"No, I know. No matter who scolds me, I know where he is. Whether I know him or not, no matter what he scolds me in his heart, it will echo in my mind, and it is very irritating. The doctors said that whenever When I hear those curses, a large number of brain cells will die, which is equivalent to overusing the brain for more than ten hours." Brother Huo suddenly complained.
Mo Poor asked curiously: "Is it convenient to say why? You can't be born like this, right?"
Hearing Mo Poor ask this, Brother Huo looked even more miserable, with tears streaming from his eyes, he was speechless for a long time.
"Sorry, pretend I didn't ask." Mo Poor said hastily.
Brother Huo shook his head and said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone knows that. Your effects are all brought about by the contained objects. They are derivative effects, and you have been implicated innocently."
"I'm different. I'm the only one among the restricted people on Moe Island who used to be the holder of the containment object, that is, the person who holds the containment object and uses its ability to achieve his own goals. This kind of person usually commits a crime with the containment object. If it is a crime , will not become a restrictor, but will be directly imprisoned."
Seeing him, Mo Poor smiled wryly. Obviously, he was not imprisoned, so naturally he did not commit a crime.
I saw him sadly saying: "I bought that containment from the Internet, a doll that **** a villain. I wanted to **** my boss to vent the pressure, but I didn't know the date of birth of my boss, so I wrote my own. After all, I don't believe this either, it's me who is YY."
Speaking of this, he couldn't go on, and covered his face and wept.
"This..." Mo Poor was speechless, co-authoring this was a fierce man who used the contained items to harm himself.
Brother Huo went on to say: "There are two effects on me, one is being cursed, as long as I am scolded, I will catch fire. The other effect is the price of using it. If most of the contained items are usable, they will often be harmful to me. The user itself has also caused some serious consequences, for me, the brain cells are killed by scolding, no matter how far the other party is, my brain can hear it."
"In other words, this containment has negative effects on both the perpetrator and the victim, and I... am both the perpetrator and the victim."
Mo Qiong sighed secretly, if the contained object had a spirit, he would never have imagined that the person who used it would be the first to curse himself.
Knowing a few restricted people, Mo Poor discovered that this so-called restricted living area is simply a temporary detention center for abnormal people.
Almost all of them are talents.
He removes the absolute hit, and the remaining one will not drown, which is simply the most common effect.
Everyone is talented
The Chinese among the limiters of Moe Island are all here now.
Except for Qiaoman's two-dimensional painting style, which can be seen at a glance, the others are like him, and there is nothing abnormal on the surface.
There were two bandaged wounds on the hands, the same as Zhang Wei's, and Mo Poor knew that these two were also people of different blood.
A question is also true, one is nicknamed Banlangen, and the other is nicknamed Hot Pot Oil.
As for Zhang Wei, needless to say, he must be nicknamed cuttlefish soup.
There were two other youths, one of them held a chopstick in his mouth and said, "Hi, my name is rather ugly, call me a smoker."
As he spoke, he took a sip of his chopsticks and breathed out a few smoke rings comfortably.
Seeing this, Mo Poor was taken aback for a while.
The smoker said with a smile: "Ha, just kidding, I'm not as weird as them. I chewed a tobacco plant in the wild and was brought to Meng Island not long after. I can just smoke out of anything .The smoke from different things has different nicotine content, the more complex things the better to smoke, among which animals are the most, such as cats.”
As he spoke, he fished it from his lap, and Mo Poor realized that there was a kitten on his lap.
The smoker picked up the dazed kitten, put his mouth on the fur, and took a good breath.
"Ah...excellent! It's really excellent!" The smoker exhaled smoke.
Mo Poor watched as he took a sip of the cat, exhaled it, surrounded by smoke, and then reluctantly put the cat back on his lap.
After that, the smoker tapped his chopsticks again, enjoying the ordinary taste.
Mo Poor rubbed his nose and smelled a little smoke, it was really a cigarette.
This ability really saves money, Mo Poor thought to himself, it seems that everything can be regarded as smoke, but in fact there must be many that cannot be smoked, otherwise he would be able to smoke directly from the air. And here, there is definitely no major harm.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "What about that person...what's it like to be a person?"
The face of the smoker changed, as if he was remembering and looking forward to it, as if the smoke drawn from a person's body was the real holy product.
Zhang Wei hurriedly said: "Don't say it, Lanbai Club forbids him to smoke, otherwise he will be isolated, and he quit with great difficulty."
"Why?" Mo Qiong asked in a daze. You can **** cats, but not people?
The smoker stroked the cat and said, "You can only take ten puffs of anything, and then it will be wiped out. Do you understand? I want to kill you, all I need is ten kisses!"
"I only smoked this cat once in a few days. After nine times, the Blue and White Society will take it back."
"I used to almost **** myself to death, but now I just dare to take a puff from myself, and you will see me turn into ashes."
"The Blue and White Society asked me to quit smoking step by step, but I couldn't. They imprisoned me for a while, and finally let me quit smoking, and then replaced them with animals. After that, they didn't even smoke animals, but only smoked plants. ,dead…"
Mo Poor listened in a daze, an effect that seemed to smoke everything could kill anyone.
"Complicated things include not only creatures, but also some exquisite handicrafts, aren't they also good smoke?" Mo Poor said.
"It's very good. I smoked all my mobile phone and the computer in the house. Now Lanbai Club doesn't equip me with electrical appliances. I usually go to the supermarket to buy some fruits and vegetables and come back to smoke. I kill sixty in a day." Cucumbers..." said the smoker, and drank from a Coke.
Drinking and drinking, he let out a comfortable sigh and let out a puff of smoke.
Mo Poor is speechless, how addicted this guy is to smoking. They even pulled out the combination, while drinking Coke, while smoking from the Coke, this is really a technical job.
However, if you want to come to the smoke inhaled by vegetables and fruits, the taste and taste must be excellent, which makes people want to stop.
Zhang Wei smiled and said: "Let me tell you, his harmful effect is very miserable. In the future, if he becomes a peripheral, he will have to be under the eyes of the Lanbai Society, and he can't talk to anyone."
Talk about someone? Mo Poor thought so too, a smoker's mouth could **** out the smoke with just one sip on a person's body, ten puffs would kill him.
How can you make out with people after this? Even if he couldn't keep his mouth shut, Lanbai Club wouldn't dare to let him be intimate with others, unless he was willing to broadcast live, disclose his privacy, or wear a cane to do things...
Thinking about it, Mo Poor felt miserable, so he couldn't help but look at the smoker.
However, the smoker looked indifferent, instead he smiled and said: "Haha, this is just a small restriction. If you haven't smoked before, you don't understand. It's better to **** a cat than to make out. It's exciting!"
"The one who is really miserable is Brother Huo. As long as someone calls him by name, he will catch fire, and if he doesn't save him in time, he will be burned to death. Do you think it is miserable?"
He pointed to the man who had been silent all this time. The man was drinking tea silently with a sad face.
"Call him?" Mo Qiong asked in a daze.
The smoker said: "Yeah, as long as you name and name him and scold him, no matter if you scold him verbally or in your heart, whether you scold him face to face or behind your back... even if you scold him with a smile, 'xxx are you stupid', Brother Huo will catch fire. So we still don’t know Brother Huo’s real name, because it’s kept secret. The Lanbai Society even helped him create a new identity, and he will use a fake name in the future, so as not to provoke anyone to scold him behind his back.”
"How can it catch fire? Will it catch fire if soaked in water?" Mo Poor asked.
The smoker said: "If he has clothes with him, he will burn automatically. If he is naked, his hair will burn. If he doesn't even have hair... the human body will burn directly. It is the same when soaked in water, but the fire will burn immediately if soaked in water. It's going to go off again."
Qiaoman waved his hand and there was still an afterimage, and said softly: "I saw it with my own eyes when I first came. Brother Huo sat there and did nothing, and suddenly his pants caught fire! At that time, there were still people in the Lanbai Club staring at him all the time. , Rescue him as soon as he is found on fire. It is much better now, probably because he has lived for too long, and those who used to scold him forgot to scold him.”
Mo Qiong shook his head, this is really miserable, at least the effects of everyone will not kill him inexplicably.
But Brother Huo knows it, and he is the kind who lays his gun.
"He has to go back in the future, so he has to be on guard all the time? If someone kills him one day, he doesn't know who scolded him." Mo Poor said.
"No, I know. No matter who scolds me, I know where he is. Whether I know him or not, no matter what he scolds me in his heart, it will echo in my mind, and it is very irritating. The doctors said that whenever When I hear those curses, a large number of brain cells will die, which is equivalent to overusing the brain for more than ten hours." Brother Huo suddenly complained.
Mo Poor asked curiously: "Is it convenient to say why? You can't be born like this, right?"
Hearing Mo Poor ask this, Brother Huo looked even more miserable, with tears streaming from his eyes, he was speechless for a long time.
"Sorry, pretend I didn't ask." Mo Poor said hastily.
Brother Huo shook his head and said, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone knows that. Your effects are all brought about by the contained objects. They are derivative effects, and you have been implicated innocently."
"I'm different. I'm the only one among the restricted people on Moe Island who used to be the holder of the containment object, that is, the person who holds the containment object and uses its ability to achieve his own goals. This kind of person usually commits a crime with the containment object. If it is a crime , will not become a restrictor, but will be directly imprisoned."
Seeing him, Mo Poor smiled wryly. Obviously, he was not imprisoned, so naturally he did not commit a crime.
I saw him sadly saying: "I bought that containment from the Internet, a doll that **** a villain. I wanted to **** my boss to vent the pressure, but I didn't know the date of birth of my boss, so I wrote my own. After all, I don't believe this either, it's me who is YY."
Speaking of this, he couldn't go on, and covered his face and wept.
"This..." Mo Poor was speechless, co-authoring this was a fierce man who used the contained items to harm himself.
Brother Huo went on to say: "There are two effects on me, one is being cursed, as long as I am scolded, I will catch fire. The other effect is the price of using it. If most of the contained items are usable, they will often be harmful to me. The user itself has also caused some serious consequences, for me, the brain cells are killed by scolding, no matter how far the other party is, my brain can hear it."
"In other words, this containment has negative effects on both the perpetrator and the victim, and I... am both the perpetrator and the victim."
Mo Qiong sighed secretly, if the contained object had a spirit, he would never have imagined that the person who used it would be the first to curse himself.
Knowing a few restricted people, Mo Poor discovered that this so-called restricted living area is simply a temporary detention center for abnormal people.
Almost all of them are talents.
He removes the absolute hit, and the remaining one will not drown, which is simply the most common effect.
