When Wang Xiaoming woke up again, the sky was already bright.

It was noon, and the autumn sun was warm, and through the window, Wang Xiaoming felt a little warm. I felt that my severed limb was very itchy, which was the reason why the severed limb was slowly growing. Through the system, he already knew that the gecko bloodline had been fused, but if it was to heal itself by bloodline alone, it would take a long time.

However, the system's words made Wang Xiaoming ecstatic, by consuming merit points, he could accelerate the growth of the severed limb.

Wang Xiaoming decided that the most important thing at the moment was to let the two legs grow out first, as for the right arm and the broken left palm, and wait until the ability to move was restored and merit points were earned, and then he would make plans.

Leaving only a few merit points in case of emergency, Wang Xiaoming immediately ordered the system to strengthen all merit points in the rebirth of the broken leg, and first restore the ability to move.

[Ding!Enhancement is successful, it costs 1200 merit points, and depending on the host's current physical strength, it often takes an hour to restore the severed limb. ]

Although it was not immediately possible, Wang Xiaoming was already very satisfied. You must know that if you don't rely on merit points to strengthen, it will take more than a month to completely recover.

Soon, Wang Xiaoming felt the pain in his legs, and when he opened the futon, he saw that the two gurgling flesh balls that had grown on his legs were all broken, and even pale bones could be seen.

The bones were elongating, and new pink skin was growing at a rate visible to the naked eye, but even then, not a single drop of blood was shed.

This characteristic is exactly the same as that of geckos, and Wang Xiaoming has seen geckos survive with broken tails on Earth. There was also no bleeding from the gecko's severed tail.

"Although the speed of recovery is indeed a bit fast..."Wang Xiaoming bit the futon, the green tendons on his forehead burst out under the severe pain, and he slurred his speech: "But this process is really a special brew!"

In the end, he simply put the bedding back on, and under the severe pain, his teeth crunched, and he lay on the bed and let out a muffled grunt. Then he thought that in another hour he would be able to go down to the ground and move freely, and he was in pain and joy, and he gasped for air.

In order to make the pain a little less, he had to find a way to distract himself.

first explored the suona space and saw that Wan'er was still there, Wang Xiaoming breathed a sigh of relief. The uneasiness caused by the previous nightmare was instantly alleviated a lot.

However, the strange thing is that Wang Xiaoming found that outside the partition, the wolf-like soul of Gray Xu was wandering aimlessly.

"Eh, how did he get in?" Wang Xiaoming felt a little strange.

At the beginning, he only cared about hurrying back to the city to save his life, and did not include Gray Xu in the suona space.

At this time, it was noon, and the system had said that the soul body would be harmed under the sun's rays, and Wang Xiaoming could only put this question aside first.

Wang Xiaoming has always wanted to know how long he has been in a coma. According to this situation, he felt that he had been in a coma for at least ten days and half a month. As soon as the sea of consciousness moved, his consciousness entered the alien space carried by the crotch hidden thunder skill.

Bun Ray can only spawn one a day, and when he was at the city gate, he had already used up the last Bun Mine.

Now you only need to see how many bun thunders there are in the other space, and you can know how many days you have been in a coma.

However, what is strange to Wang Xiaoming is that in the different space, there are only three buns lying there quietly. This means that he has only been in a coma for three days now.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his head in pain. Because of Gray Xu and Liang Qiyuan, he still underestimated Bao Zilei's ability. The reason why Liang Qiyuan died and left a whole corpse was because he only ate less than one-tenth of the steamed bun thunder, and Gray Xu was strong enough to be at the level of the Xuan King, and Wang Xiaoming was three big grades behind him.

Moreover, why does it take only three days for one's wounds to heal?

Although Wang Xiaoming is a nine-star mystery, it is impossible for the severed limb to heal completely in three days.

Just as he was pondering and pondering, the door was pushed open.

It was Lang Zhong who came in with a medicine box on his back.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized, thinking that it must be the old man who sold fruit to find Lang Zhong to stop the bleeding in time. If you add the assistance of drugs, it is understandable that Wang Xiaoming, whose resistance index has already overflowed, has grown wounds in such a short period of time.

Xuanxing's Xuanling aura is quite strong, and it is 108,000 miles away from the polluted earth. In Xuanxing, the medicinal effect of medicinal herbs is several times stronger than that of the earth.

Just when Wang Xiaoming was thinking nonsense, Lang Zhong sat next to the bed, opened the medicine box and rummaged for something.

Finally, he held a medicine bottle and prepared to lift Wang Xiaoming's futon.

But Wang Xiaoming didn't want others to know his secrets. If Lang Zhong saw that his legs were healing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, if it was spread out, he was afraid that he would be regarded as a monster by others. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming pretended to be a little resistant, shrunk his body, pressed the quilt tightly with his mutilated left arm, and said politely: "Thank you, put it down, I'll wipe it myself." ”

Seeing the defensive look on Wang Xiaoming's face, Lang Zhong didn't seem to be angry at all, he had seen a lot of this kind of uncooperative patient. I was about to forcibly lift the futon, but I found that the crippled boy had so much strength that he gave up after trying hard for a while. I could only follow Wang Xiaoming's wishes, put the medicine bottle on the bed, shook my head, put away the medicine box and left.

Immediately afterwards, two voices came vaguely outside the door, Wang Xiaoming could hear it vaguely, it was Lang Zhong and the old man who sold fruits, as for what was exchanged, it was not what Wang Xiaoming knew.

Before he knew it, half an hour had passed, and all his thighs had grown, and he was currently regenerating the joints between his calves and thighs. The horrible growth rate made him a little happy.

It seems that after a long time of pain, he has become accustomed to the pain, so he lies down and waits with peace of mind.

The dilapidated wooden door was opened again, and the fruit stall owner walked in, looking at Wang Xiaoming for a long time.

At this time, Wang Xiaoming found that the sarcoma on the old man's shoulder bulging last night seemed to have never existed, and it looked no different from ordinary people.

"Did you save me?" asked Wang Xiaoming. Last night, he had some suspicions, and felt that the old man was not an ordinary fruit seller.

Sure enough, as Wang Xiaoming expected, the old man nodded slowly.

It seems that this inconspicuous old man is at least a master at the level of King Xuan!

Wang Xiaoming guessed in his heart, you must know that when he was at the city gate, his life hung by a thread, and his soul was about to dissipate. The only feasible way is to find a master of the Xuanhuang Realm or three Xuanwang Realms to stabilize his soul that is about to drift away with the power of the divine soul, and there is no other way.

But Wang Xiaoming was very strange, why did the old man have such strength, but he had to set up a stall in the Drunken Immortal Building to sell fruits, and he was beaten by himself, a gentleman, and he had no power to fight back.

As if seeing Wang Xiaoming's doubts, the old man broke the silence and said in a hoarse voice: "You are a good person......

Wang Xiaoming: "......"

Since coming to the other world, Wang Xiaoming has received a good person card for the first time, and the person who issued the card is not a delicate girl, but a bad old man who is over half a hundred years old.

The old man saw that Wang Xiaoming was silent, and then said: "In the Drunken Immortal Building, I can feel that your attack did not use all your strength, and it is ......." Speaking of this, the old man's face suddenly flashed with a trace of gratitude: "That ingot of gold was deliberately dropped by you!"