Only he knows how badly Mo Xie was injured, and this sentence is a false proposition. Because at least a certain profiteer who has been lurking in his body also knows about this matter, and knows it better than Mo Xie himself. This is clearly demonstrated by the price of "full body repair" in the exchange list.

"20,000 points!

Mo Xie's total net worth now is not enough for 20,000 points, and now he can be regarded as having taken a few steps on the path of cultivation, and those monks who only have a golden pill left can rub their own hands together, and it would be too embarrassing for him, a "great god" who is enough to beat the Yuanying monks, if he can't even take care of this injury.

Of course, the first half of the sentence was the main reason for Mo Ye's refusal to be treated.

"Exhale~Inhale~"

Wrapped in a mummy again, Mo Xie sat in front of the mangrove tree in the third layer of the 'Heavenly Realm', and since returning all the red energy to the 'Red Star', there was no pain in his body. According to his usual style, in this case, he should choose to be in a coma for seven days and seven nights, but out of various considerations, he did not choose to do so, but insisted on maintaining a cross-legged posture, slowly exercising his strength, stimulating the regeneration of body cells with sword qi, and using a means that was almost overdrawing his life force to try to restore the body's ability to normal action in a short period of time.

It can be said that it is the experience accumulated after being too familiar with the face of the cultivator and being cheated too many times, or it can be said to be the empathy of the blood connection between Zhuge Mo Ye, who thinks that he is already in an extremely dangerous situation at this moment.

It's really ironic, obviously I've been trying my best to avoid it, but in the end I still fell into the trap that the cultivator gave me.

I want to kill them all!

Mo Xie was angry in his heart, but he understood that neither this moment nor the moment after his injuries healed was the time for him to have a seizure.

As long as Zhuge Moxie is still in the hands of others, no, it should be said that as long as Zhuge Moxie is still alive, he will not be able to deal with the cultivators. When talking to Zhuge Moxie, he read the other party's hint - Zhuge Moxie was probably under some kind of prohibition on his body, and his effect could not be extricated even if she was proficient in the escape method. Moreover, the so-called "Seven Stars Continuation of Life" method is still in the hands of the Great Elder of the Wei Family, if Mo Xie dares to attack, not to mention the side, this method of life continuation will definitely be stopped.

Mo Xie vaguely felt that if something happened to Zhuge Mo Ye, something very bad would definitely be conveyed to him through some invisible chain.

Don't be reckless!

He admonished himself as his eyes stared straight up at the sky.

"The power to break the game is not enough, it's time to challenge the stronger force!"

In the sky, there is the road to the fourth layer.

……

"Ahh!!hh

In the wilderness, the heat of the sun awakens a ragged, fat-headed, big-eared monk. When he first woke up, he was not anxious about the unseasonable clothes on his body, nor was he surprised why he was in the wilderness, after all, the Buddha once said: All things outside the body are vain.

The thin monk's robe is vain, the cold frost and dew are vain, and whether you are in the temple or the wilderness are also vain. The only real existence that is not false is the body and mind.

He was screaming at his true loss, crying and grabbing the ground.

All that was left of his crotch was sausages.

"Thief, thief,!" he unbuttoned his pants and looked at the scene of the incident, which was a model of sore-free surgery, while exclaiming and cursing, and by the way, he also left two lines of tears, a song "My young bird will never come back".

To lose is to lose, and it is impossible to have what was lost again.

He understood this truth decades ago.

The monk found that he was feeling a little urinating, so taking advantage of the fact that his trouser belt had been untied, he randomly picked a tree that was related to him and began to release water.

"Shu~Cool~"

Grief was always temporary, and the sadness that had been on his face ten seconds before disappeared when the monk finished draining the water.

He is a forgetful person, just as he never remembers how many taels of silver he owes to some female benefactor on a certain colored street down the mountain, and he was only knocked on the door to collect debts the day before, and the next day without any intention of repaying the money, he would still appear in front of the other party's shop with a nonchalant face, knocking on the wooden fish, thinking about papapapapa.

By the time he lifted his pants and fastened them, he had probably forgotten that he had lost two spherical objects.

He began to look at his surroundings.

"Nice air. ”

The monk commented, sincerely, that the air here was a hundred times better than the temple where he had been living for many years—in fact, in his opinion, as long as there was no unpleasant smell of incense and candles, the air everywhere was a hundred times better than in the temple.

"Gollum. ”

Naturally, he didn't eat breakfast, and when he was taken half of the A meal, the hunger that befell him at this moment was far more than usual.

When you're hungry, order or forage for food.

"Hey~~~Is there anyone there~~?"

The description of "wilderness" is first wilderness, then wilderness.

The so-called wilderness is inaccessible. The so-called wild is full of birds and beasts.

The monk roared, shaking out dozens of forest birds, snakes and rats, and the sound of Suo Suo frightened the monk for a while.

He's actually a timid man, and he's been so timid since something happened.

But the timid also have to move forward, and since the meal fails, the only way to do it is to forage for food.

His stomach has more say than his guts, at least for the moment.

Hunger is enough to make people forget to die.

The monk shuddered and folded his palms, as if he was silently praying in the hope that the group of heavenly gods and Buddhas who did not know whether he existed or not, and who were not optimistic about him, would send down mana to protect him. Then he moved a little sluggishly and walked slowly towards the mountain.

It is common knowledge that there is always fruit to be picked in the mountains.

As for whether the fruit is poisonous or not, it depends on the destiny of heaven.

"Amitabha!

The monk kept chanting, the frequency of which increased as he went deeper into the forest.

His eyes kept turning, and after about five minutes he finally saw a tree full of green fruits.

"Huh!"

The temptation of food gave the monk extra motivation, and at this moment he showed a few steps beyond the speed of a certain Xiang and ran to the tree, and then on tiptoe, he reached out and grabbed it......

"Smack!"

He caught the fruit, but he didn't, because a stone with a strong wind struck him the back of his hand.

"Don't move!"

A man covered in leaves and wearing a straw hat jumped out of the grass on one side.