"Lord Mo Ye......"

"Lord Mo Ye......"

“……”

I don't feel like my body has been crumpled and thrown into a river, and the non-stop flow of water is constantly pulling, pushing, and hugging around me, undulating, sometimes weightless, sometimes burdened.

Bumps are certainly one torture, but the constant call in the ears is another.

His stomach cramped, his throat began to feel greasy, and it wasn't until a stream of warm acid poured into his mouth that he was surprised to realize that his body was still there.

And it was at this moment that he woke up.

"Gross!"

Spit out a mouthful of greenish gastric juice, Mo Xie opened his eyes, but he found that he couldn't see anything.

"I ...... What's wrong?"

Mo Ye quickly summoned his spiritual power to sense his state, and fortunately, there was no major problem except that his outer skin was charred, most of his internal meridians had been destroyed, and his eyes were blind.

He remembered that he had tried his best to escape into the 'realm of heaven' as fast as he could, but the coercion from the heavenly punishment froze his mind and limbs, and his fastest speed became as slow as a snail under the effect of this coercion.

Seeing the thunder and lightning add to his body, Mo Xie had no choice but to use the 'red energy' stored in his body - it was as simple as relaxing a certain muscle, and all the 'red energy' surged out, without the need to adjust the angle in advance, like a magnet meeting steel, they faced the thunder that fell from the sky.

When red and black meet, what is obtained is white.

The white of the world.

After all, the 'red energy' in Mo Ye's body was limited, and the time they had bought for Mo Ye was less than a breath, and it would take at least one breath to escape into the 'Heavenly Realm' and generate that fixed thought.

Three horizontal and one vertical, before the figure of the stacked crosses could become clear from blur, the thunder fell on Mo Ye's body.

The red energy was depleted, and the white flame was easily pierced, and the numbness and trembling went straight to the depths of the soul......

With Mo Ye's realm, it was not enough to even feel the pain from it, and fortunately, he was able to complete his thoughts smoothly.

After hitting his head on the cloud carpet peculiar to the 'Heavenly Realm' and feeling the unique touch, Mo Xie lost all consciousness.

"How long have I been asleep?"

The loss of eyesight was within Mo Ye's budget, and he didn't think that he would be able to get out of it when he stepped on the altar, and now just the loss of eyesight plus the destruction of his skin and the scrapping of some meridians are already very good results.

He didn't need any eyesight anyway.

"Seven days, Lord Moxie, you've been asleep for seven days. ”

As early as when the gastric juice blurted out, Mo Ye realized that he was being held in Anqi's arms, so he deliberately didn't overdo it when he vomited.

"Seven-day ......"

It's really a very cheesy number, second only to "three days and three nights", and sometimes Mo Ye can't figure out why people are in a coma for three or seven days, why can't they make two and a half or eight days?

"Forget it, lie down for a while, lie down for eight days and get up again. ”

To be honest, Mo Xie really felt that it was better to be in a coma at this moment, at least he didn't feel pain when he was unconscious, and now when he woke up, his hands hurt and his feet hurt, the broken meridians hurt, and even the pain nerves in his eyes that should have been lost with the light are also hurting for a while. It felt like someone had thrown Mo Ye into the acid as an electrode, making him so electric that he couldn't help it while he was bubbling all over his body.

"Anqi, I'm fine, I saved a batch of sweet potatoes earlier, do me a favor, pick five or six big ones and chop them up and stew them...... Oh, I should have saved a jar of salt and sprinkled a little grip in it. ”

Mo Xie struggled to move himself from Anqi's knees onto the cloud carpet, and by the way, he said a large part of Anqi's way.

He didn't know if it was morning, but his little brother thought it was.

"Save it, although angels have gender, they don't have a colonization system...... And now that I'm so badly injured, if I leak Yuanyang again, I can't say that I have to hand over the money I earned so hard to to the profiteers...... Be patient, and I'll reward you when you get through it......"

Mo Xie comforted his little brother, and then silently began to use internal qi to repair internal injuries, connect the meridians that could still be connected, and use the meridians that could not be connected, and demolish the east wall to make up the west wall. After repairing it like this, Mo Xie counted the eight veins of the strange meridians in his body, and there was less than half of it left.

"Okay, the 'Shock Sword' that requires the cooperation of the acupoints of the whole body can't be used, and there is only one meridian on the left arm intact, and I am afraid that I have to weigh it before I want to perform the sword style after the 'Sword Ten'...... and I don't even need to think about the method of 'stacking waves'...... But the Canglang Sword Intent was not affected. ”

The only way to do this is the best solution for internal injuries, and what about external injuries......

"Holy Scripture, how many points do I have now? In addition, has the price of the 'healing potion' increased? If it doesn't go up, let's do a dozen, if it goes up, I didn't ask!"

Mo Xie contacted the Holy Text.

"The current points are 120,000 points. ”

The Holy Book replied, its tone not very friendly, and it seemed that Mo Xie's words of comforting his little brother earlier had been monitored.

"What about the price of medicine?"

120,000 points, of which 100,000 is the price of Chiyou, 10,000 is earned from Yaksha, and the last 10,000 should be the task reward for saving Zhongzhou. Although there are some doubts about whether the "Holy Scripture" automatically provided the "erasure" service and whether it secretly swallowed some of the heads of guns and weapons that were unknown during Mo Ye's coma, now is really not the time to settle accounts, and Mo Ye really does not have the capital to compare with the "Holy Scripture".

"Isn't it due to you that you didn't ask?"

The Holy Book asks rhetorically.

"Oh. Mo Xie was silent for a moment, "The resurrection service is still the old price, right?"

"Yes. ”

The Holy Book replied.

"That's good. ”

There is nothing more comfortable than the big stone in his heart falling to the ground, Mo Ye s nose has already smelled the smell of stewed sweet potatoes from afar, and this moment is quiet.

Until the "Holy Scripture" coldly burst out with a sentence:

"Mission: Save Midstate, please complete it as soon as possible. ”

"What do you say?"

Mo Xie almost cast a harrier to turn over.

……

Cutting down the last black-clothed, black-armored, black-masked Yaksha Luo, Nie Feng was full of the style of a street fruit vendor cutting watermelons between the knives and the knife - this is the knife technique that Mo Cult taught him, clean and neat, and in the battle to exterminate Yaksha Luo, he was quite heroic and even nameless in the battle to exterminate Yaksha Luo, and some people even made up a song for Nie Feng's knife technique: The big knife cut off ~ Yakshara's head~

"The sword technique granted by the Evil Emperor's predecessors is really extraordinary!"

At the end of the singing, even Nie Feng himself believed it.

"It's a pity that I won't have the opportunity to serve his old man in the future......"

Looking at the emperor from afar, the wind and dust are on your face.