Doctor Mo's face was expressionless, his eyes were gently half-open and half-closed, and one hand was firmly on Han Li's wrist.

All his thoughts were focused on the strength of Han San's true qi, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After a cup of tea, he took a deep breath, as if he had spit out all the chagrin in his heart, his eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of fine light shot out of his cloudy eyes, making people dare not look at each other.

His face was gloomy. It was obvious that he was not satisfied with Han Li, but there were still no words of scolding.

He waved his hand indifferently and motioned for Han Li to follow him.

Han Li obediently followed behind him, although he was very interested in the mysterious person on the side, he knew that this was not the time for him to ask casually.

After entering the room, Dr. Mo sat down on the Taishi chair a little tiredly, with his back close to the backrest, half-made and half-lying. The light in his eyes has dissipated, and he has returned to the appearance of being sick for a long time.

The mysterious man followed him all the time, not leaving an inch, and when he sat down, he stood at the back of the chair, and stood straight there, motionless.

Han Li knew that Doctor Mo was unhappy in his heart, and he didn't want to take the initiative to open his mouth to touch the other party's moldy head, so he walked to the middle of the room like a mysterious person, and lowered his head towards Doctor Mo, no longer moving around, waiting for the other party to ask questions.

After a long time, there was still no one to speak, Han Li was a little strange, he couldn't hold his breath anymore, and quietly wanted to raise his head and peek at Doctor Mo.

"You can see it if you want to, why do you want to be sneaky?" As soon as he raised his neck halfway, Doctor Mo's cold voice came.

Han Li was stunned for a moment, then he obediently raised his head, his eyes turned around Doctor Mo's face a few times, and then immediately retracted.

The expression on Han Li's face didn't change, but in his heart, it was like a stormy wave, tumbling non-stop.

Why is Doctor Mo's face so weird all of a sudden, some gray faces are faintly covered with a faint layer of black gas, this black gas seems to be alive, stretching out countless tiny tentacles, dancing on his face with teeth and claws. What shocked Han Li even more was that Doctor Mo had changed his rigid expression from the past, and showed a fierce and decisive look on his face, and was looking at Han Li with a malicious gaze, and the corners of his mouth showed a bit of sarcastic ridicule.

Han Li felt that something was not quite right, and a little uneasy emotion came to his heart, and a trace of danger began to spread in the room.

He took half a step back alertly and cautiously, and retracted his hand into his cuff and grabbed an iron cylinder there, releasing his tense nerves a little, when suddenly a low mocking voice from Doctor Mo came from his ears.

"A little clever, do you dare to show off?"

Doctor Mo's body moved, strangely changing from half-lying to standing, and after smiling, his body shook again, and the whole person came to Han Li's side like a ghost, looking at Han Li and sneering.

Han Li's face changed drastically, knowing that something was wrong, he hurriedly wanted to raise his arm, but his body was numb and he couldn't move.

Only then did he see that the other party's fingers were taken away from the acupuncture points on his chest.

It was so fast that I didn't even notice the other party's move.

"Elder Mo, what are you going to do here, what's wrong with the disciple, even if you always open your mouth, why do you need to point out the disciple's acupoint?" Han Li could no longer maintain his previous composure at this time, and he said to Doctor Mo with a forced smile.

Doctor Mo didn't speak, but just hammered his back a few times with one hand, coughed lightly, and looked like an old dragon clock, weak and weak.

But Han Li had just seen him restrain his swift appearance, how could he really treat him as an ordinary seriously ill old man, and he paid more attention to his pretentiousness.

"Doctor Mo, what is your identity, why do you have to be familiar with the disciple, you unlock the disciple's acupoint, what punishment is there, the disciple can bear it. ”

......

Han Li said a few nice and flattering words in a row.

But Dr. Mo didn't pay any attention to it, reached out and searched the iron cylinder out of his sleeve, held it in his hand, and then watched his performance with a sneering, contemptuous gaze.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart suddenly sank to the deepest depths, and the idea of impressing the other party with his words was completely broken.

The other party seems to be not going to give himself a single opportunity to take advantage of.

Han Li gradually closed his mouth, his face became calm, and he looked back at Doctor Mo with a gaze without the slightest emotion.

Suddenly, everything in the room seemed to stand still, silent, as calm as before the storm.

"Good, good, good!" Doctor Mo suddenly opened his mouth with three "good" words.

"It is worthy of the person I Mo Juren fancies, and now I can still change my face and not be chaotic in the face of danger, so I have invested so much money on you. He praised Han Li all at once.

"What do you want to do with me?" Han Li didn't answer Doctor Mo's words, but instead asked.

"Hehe, what to do with you?" Doctor Mo repeated Han Li's question noncommittally.

"What to do with you? It's up to you how you behave. ”

"What do you mean?" Han Li frowned, vaguely guessing some of the other party's plans.

"I don't say, with your intelligence, you should be able to understand a little, right?"

"I can only guess a small part, but I still don't understand the ins and outs of the whole thing, the cause and effect. Han Li didn't deny it, and admitted it very frankly.

"Very well, that's the right thing to do. If you have any questions, just ask me, don't keep it in your stomach. Doctor Mo smiled sinisterly, and the black aura on his face seemed to be several layers thicker, reflecting his face even more hideous.

"I know you've been wary of me and haven't really treated me as a master. But that's okay, I don't really see you as an apprentice. Doctor Mo snorted lightly.