“Shit……”

At the temple, Mo Xie was still lying on the shrine, and his current physical condition did not allow him to make too drastic movements, including sitting up from the damn shrine.

The toxins in his blood had not been removed, and his wounds had not healed.

The injuries caused by the spikes are not so easy to heal, Mo Ye should be glad that he has strengthened the "Dragon Bloodline", even if it looks like a Xibei goods, but it has increased some physical fitness.

Otherwise, if such an injury is put on the body of an ordinary person, it cannot be said that he is suffering from 'tetanus' or has lost too much blood, how can he make him shout so loudly for a long time......

It's just that this guy is not satisfied, and obviously, Mo Ye doesn't realize how 'lucky' he is at all.

The thing was still struggling to get up.

"One...... Two ......! One ...... Two ......!"

Mo Ye's back was constantly colliding with the stone shrine, and his whole body was bent up like a bow, constantly trying to sit himself up.

The spinal cord was withdrawn, preventing him from using much of the strength of his back.

No, it should be said that he can't even borrow much of the strength of his arms.

At the moment, all he can use is his abs.

"Good thing I have six-pack abs ......"

Mo Xie thought bitterly.

The current situation is really hard.

Every collision caused him great pain, the wound on his back, and even the entire spine.

Mo Xie really doubted that he would be broken up by himself like this.

But compared to this pain and worry, Mo Ye was more afraid that he would lie on the shrine like this, lying down forever and eternally.

He was even more afraid of what would happen if he didn't get up from the shrine as soon as possible.

A lot of images came to his mind.

Among them were countless mechanical sentinels flying from afar, countless golden rays of light emanating from their heads, blasting the temple of the mountain-rock structure to pieces.

But more often than not, I'm stuffed into weird-shaped bags by weird people in white hazmat suits from nowhere.

He didn't dare think about it, but even if he didn't think about it, he knew what it meant.

Lying on the laboratory table was not a new experience for Mo Ye.

Therefore, as soon as he thought of this, Mo Xie could no longer lie down on this shrine.

For him, he would rather be beaten by the mechanical sentinels in a moment than lie on the laboratory bench and be treated more desolate than a guinea pig.

"One...... Two...... Three!"

After a long time of 'one and two', there was finally a 'three', but it was Mo Ye who finally got up at a ninety degree angle.

The word 'three' almost popped out between his teeth.

With the appearance of the word 'three', Mo Ye's whole person froze on the action of sitting up.

He sat up.

"Bah...... Creak...... Yikes...... Yikes......!"

Mo Ye roared, the wound on his back had already collapsed at the beginning of his movements, and at this moment, he only felt that his spine might have been broken.

He sat there, twitching slightly, as if he had quietly changed his underwear in bed after a winter dream from his college days.

If you put a quilt on him, you will be alive.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Mo Ye smelled a fresh smell of blood in his nose, and it was obvious that fresh blood had spilled from a wound on his body, and this blood had soaked through the bandages.

"Red Medicine...... Red Medicine ......"

With the strength he had just stepped up, Mo Ye threw his right arm in front of him, tilting his head, trying to maintain his current posture while sinking part of his consciousness into the spatial bracelet on his right wrist.

As far as he remembered, there were still several vials of 'blood medicine' in the bracelet.

It was old stuff he left behind before he entered this mission world.

It's just that these old goods have become Mo Ye's life-saving straw.

"Smack!"

Mo Ye's consciousness is still very tenacious, even if it has been hit so hard, some of the things at the root are still stubbornly persisting.

A bottle filled with red liquid popped out of thin air from the bracelet, if it was put in the past, Mo Xie could have taken it into his palm with a wave of his hand, but at this moment, Mo Ye could not even move a finger.

Spinal trauma is a very serious injury for vertebrates, and ordinary people, even if they have a small operation on their spine in a regular hospital, I am afraid that the doctor will recommend that he lie in the hospital bed for ten days and a half months.

To be realistic, even if you want to recover from the stimulation of 'spinal acupuncture', it takes half a day's work, and it also needs to be accompanied by a formal technique of 'pushing blood through the palace'.

Therefore, at this moment, even if the 'blood medicine' Mo Ye was called up from the bracelet, he couldn't hold it.

This vial of blood medicine fell between Mo Ye's legs.

The hard stone shrine shattered the medicine bottle, and a large area of blood red spread between Mo Ye's legs.

The profiteer of the "Holy Codex" decisively cut corners on the materials of the medicine bottle......

“Shit……”

At the moment, Mo Ye's state was very sluggish, and just by calling out a bottle of medicine from the bracelet, he consumed most of his mental power.

His face turned pale, even paler than when he had woken up earlier, like a piece of A4 paper that had just left the factory.

No, it should be said that his face was covered with a layer of white substance, even on his eyebrows.

In the TV series, Mo Ye's situation is the standard 'terminally ill'.

He was in dire need of medicine.

"Come again!"

Mo Xie struggled to move his right arm, and the movement from his shoulder touched the muscles in his back, and for a moment he almost screamed with excitement from the pain in his back.

Pain is one of the means of stimulating the spirit, and as early as ancient times, some masters selected and trained their disciples through painful stimulation.

The stronger the mental strength, the more able a person is to endure pain.

Taking advantage of this stimulation, Mo Ye suddenly took out three bottles of medicine from the space bracelet.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Two bottles of medicine were broken, and one bottle of medicine was started!

"Okay, now just drink it......"

The intact bottle was lying in the palm of Mo Xie's right hand at the moment, and he looked at the surviving medicine with bared teeth.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, weak and hideous.

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"Mr. Magneto!

Among the many sleeping bags tied to the bed, several serene faces, young and old, formed a quiet picture.

Magneto, Professor X, Kuroko, Journey......

In this simple plane, which Magneto has designated as an 'emergency escape only' in advance, the mutants are quietly asleep.

The only thing in this cabin that is awake is flickering.

She was shaking one of her many sleeping bags.

She wants to wake up Magneto.

But she had been shaking for a long time, but Magneto's poisoning was not light, and he really didn't leave the antidote beforehand.

"Magneto, wise leader, please tell me what to do next?!"

Flickering stared at Magneto's sleeping face, tears in her eyes.