Murmur woke up quickly, at least as he felt. In fact, it was indeed not slow, not so slow that when he opened his eyes, he saw sheep corpses everywhere, a hundred sheep, and they were all killed.

"I'm still ...... Didn't ......" he muttered in distraction, trying to get up, but a sharp pain came, and his eyes went black, and he almost fainted again.

Gasping for breath, it was easy to resist the sharp pain to subside a little, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and a smiling face in front of him looked at him closely, unguarded, so that he almost didn't scream.

Trying to make a slight backward movement, there was a pain in his back, and he had to stop this movement. Beads of sweat on his forehead leaked out, he slowly closed his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "You won, say it, what's wrong with me." ”

He had already seen that the face was Su Mo's. And the severe pain also made him completely sober up, and he endured the panic in his heart and asked this opponent about his condition.

He could feel that he seemed to be very bad, which made him so frightened that he was so frightened that he was so frightened that he rarely calmed down. Now everything is not important, what matters is your own life, your own body.

"A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Su Mo quietly gave a command, and the golden armor turned into a little golden light again, hidden behind the collar, silent. He sat in front of the Umur with his knees crossed and asked with a smile.

The Murmur was silent, and after a while he sighed and said, "Whatever." If you want to laugh at me, you have to do it. ”

Su Mo's face changed suddenly, as if he had been stepped on by his tail, he jumped up and pointed at him and said angrily, "Am I that kind of person?"

Wumur looked at him quietly, not nervous at all about his anger, and said indifferently: "Yes, you are." You're not a big-hearted person at all, and that's what Jairus will say. No, it's three points worse than that. You are the kind of person who wants to fall into the well of the enemy, and only rests when you step on it again. ”

Su Mo suddenly stopped being angry, his face was full of smiles again, he squatted down and shook his head, "I didn't see that you are so humorous." Why, don't you know what humor is? It's just a, a, a, you know?"

The Umur didn't speak, just looked at him. He was seriously injured at the moment, and he had just tried it secretly, and it seemed that his hands and feet were fine, but he just couldn't move, and when he moved, it hurt his heart, and it should be a problem with his spine.

This season, the injury is back on the spine, and the longer you lie on the ground, the more dangerous it becomes. The reason why he was surprisingly calm was that he could see that this guy in front of him wanted to provoke him, and then take the initiative to scold him when he couldn't hold his breath, so that he could just walk away and leave himself alone to fend for himself.

Never before had Umur been so sober, and he even guessed why this vicious creature was here to fool around with him. The purpose of his report is nothing more than to delay time, so that he can lie down longer and suffer more.

So he can't be angry, no matter how humiliating he is, he has to endure it. So, he just watched quietly, without revealing any thoughts.

I have to say that suffering really makes people mature quickly. This kind of fastness is sometimes just a blink of an eye.

Su Mo's eyes rolled, and the whole person was about to lie on him, fiddling up and down for a while, and then sat down again, looked at him and smiled: "Okay, I don't have any other strengths, but I am very kind-hearted, and I can't see others suffering." The good news is that your hands, feet, limbs, and all kinds of parts are not missing, except for some abrasions, the whole thing is fine, how about it, this is good news. ”

Mur lowered his eyes, and his chest rose and fell slightly uncontrollably. Is that good news? Yes and no. Because this shows that my guess just now probably won't be wrong, it's really a spinal injury.

Mongolians were born on horseback, and it has long been common for them to be injured after falling from a horse, and naturally some common injuries have been explored. Therefore, at this time, combined with his own situation, and hearing Su Mo's confirmation, the last trace of luck in his heart finally turned into despair.

A spinal injury is equivalent to death in the steppe. Because that kind of person is a waste, a complete waste. You can't sit, you can't move, you can't ride a horse, you can't herd cattle and sheep, let alone go to battle and shoot arrows.

Not only that, but also the family members have to deliberately assign people to take care of it. On the grassland, people with this kind of injury often choose to cut themselves off, rather than living like that and dragging down their families, it is better to die happily.

"Bad news, is my spine broken?" he closed his eyes in pain, even if he was going to die, he couldn't show his cowardice in front of this guy in front of him. The Mongolian man has the dignity of a Mongolian man, and he doesn't want his despair to achieve the happiness of the other party.

A flash of surprise flashed in Su Mo's eyes, he couldn't imagine that this kid still knew some common sense in orthopedics. He didn't expect that he could be so calm knowing his situation, which made him really impressed. He didn't know that Umur had already sprouted the will to die, and for a person who even thought of death, what was there to be excited about?

"Bingo! That's right, but unfortunately there is no reward. Su Mo snapped his fingers and nodded.

The Umur was silent again. At this time, his mind was different from before, at this moment, Su Mo delayed time, or left him, it didn't matter. Therefore, he no longer has to deliberately suppress his emotions.

Looking around on the left side, looking at the sheep corpses all over the ground, he suddenly found a suspicious point, and couldn't help but lose his voice: "How did you do it?

He suddenly found that there were no arrows on all the sheep carcasses as far as he could see, and the cause of death was all caused by a bloody hole the size of a finger in his forehead. Not to mention so many sheep, when one dies, the other sheep will inevitably panic and flee, and it is difficult to kill all the sheep in a short time without the help of a bow and arrow. The fatal wound alone is strange and mysterious in itself.

Su Mo was stunned, turned his head to look at the sheep carcasses around, and even he didn't notice the specific death of these sheep. He just silently ordered Jin Jia to kill all the sheep in this area. After all, this riding and archery competition requires not only a horse to win, but also a hunt.

Of course, the so-called hunting refers to the way of archery shooting. However, it is not clear that other remote means cannot be used. Su Mo felt that shooting insects to kill sheep was also a long-range means, since he was a scoundrel, he simply went scoundrel to the end, but he didn't expect that this insect was too professional to play, and it left a loophole like a miracle. But it's also good, this can deter the Mongols even more, and the effect is even better than I expected.

It's just that this Umur's state is very strange, at this time, why is he not in a hurry about his injuries at all, but pays attention to these side things?

"If the backbone is broken, it's useless, is it meaningful to pay attention to it again? On the contrary, these methods of yours really interest me, can you tell me the mystery inside? Well, it is better for me to comfort me before I die. Hearing Su Mo's question, Wooder thought about it and said calmly. It's just that at the end, there is a very secret nervous color in the bottom of the eye.

Su Mo was stunned, but then secretly smiled bitterly. He suddenly found that from his own abilities, he began to change imperceptibly without realizing it.

If it weren't for this coincidence, let Umur say this sentence to his face, I am afraid that one day, he will gradually indulge in the difference from ordinary people, and finally complete some kind of transformation, or evolution. If that's the case, no one knows whether the consequences will be good or bad.

Umur's injuries at the moment are naturally completely incurable in the eyes of ordinary people. Even in the afterlife, it is extremely difficult and complicated to recover. And even then, the chances of a successful full recovery are not 100%.

But these, in his eyes at this moment, are just things that can be done in minutes.

The power of the skill of "life endowment" can effectively stimulate the foundation of life, stimulate the partial regeneration of bones, and will definitely make the broken spine of the Umur grow again.

But whether to make a move or not, Su Mo really hesitated now. He had ignored his mentality before, and he didn't expect that Umur would have the will to die because of this, and he still wanted to let him live and torture him.

But now that he knew that Umur was thinking of begging for death, his calculations were completely empty. Once Umur died as a result, he and the entire Ming mission would instantly become the target of hatred of all Mongols. In that case, it would not be in his interest.

He slowly stood up and walked back and forth for a few steps, when suddenly his eyes fell on the big green horse that was still struggling.

This divine horse's mount was first fundamentally injured by the bloodletting secret technique, and then attacked by the golden armor on the front leg, and when it fell to the ground, it was broken by the huge inertia and the other leg was broken. Under normal circumstances, this horse would be completely destroyed, and it would soon be killed and become a pot of meat on people's tables.

But now......

Su Mo slowly walked up to the horse and gently stroked its mane. The big green horse reluctantly raised the horse's head and neighed softly, and his big jewel-like eyes revealed a deep color of pain and reluctance. And he struggled to get back on his feet, so that his master could ride himself again, and run with his hooves outstretched.

It neighed, and the horse's head was raised desperately, its eyes looking into the distance. Running is its nature, endless distance, its never-ending pursuit, a lifelong pursuit......

With a look of regret and pain in his eyes, the Umur suddenly became angry and said, "Kill it, kill it! Don't torture it anymore! Put away your false kindness, if it weren't for you, how could it have come to such a point......! You lowly ....... no, it can't be, how can this be ......."

He screamed, tears streaming down his face. However, screaming and screaming, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, and looked at the scene in front of him with a shocked face, his face was full of shock and disbelief, and he couldn't say a word.

There, as Su Mo gently stroked it, the big green horse suddenly struggled softer and lighter, and finally fell completely quiet.

A moment later, just when he thought that the big green horse was dead, he only heard a dragon's roar, and the horse struggled to stand up violently, and in the neighing of the rhythm, the mane exploded like mist, and the four hooves fell to the ground solidly, how could it still look like it was injured half a minute ago?

Miracles, at a glance!