Seeing Mo Jiu frowning, Wuchen said softly: "This tree is the clone of the old locust tree, if you don't pull it out, it won't be long before it will reshape its body with your flesh and blood as nutrients." It won't be too long, and it will pass if you endure it. ”

Mo Jiu raised his eyes and looked straight into the deep eyes of the dustless. The tone was very light, like a spring breeze: "I can bear it, it's just ...... Will it affect you? ”

Wuchen was stunned for a moment, and then drew a sunny smile: "Mo Junzi is worried about this envoy?" This matter will indeed cost me a lot of spiritual energy, and I may need someone to take care of it at that time. ”

Still need to be taken care of? Mo Jiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he nodded. Thinking that if Wuchen really became weak because of saving him, of course she would not ignore him.

Wuchen saw Mo Jiu's solemn expression, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, but he didn't say anything, but began to cross his knees.

The dustless ten fingers flew like a lotus, and in a moment's effort, countless kinds of handprints had been transformed. As he made seals faster and faster, his face began to grow paler and his lips became lighter.

Mo Jiu wanted to say if there was any other way to pull out the tree, but seeing that he was already halfway through, he didn't say anything more.

When the dust-free seal is completed and the palms are spread out, wisps of golden light emerge from the palms. The golden light was like silk, like countless golden threads, dazzling and bright.

And the next moment, the golden thread that looked soft and dazzling flew to the wound where Mojiu had grown out of the tree, and pierced it one by one.

The golden thread burrowed into the flesh and blood, not pain, the golden thread wandered in the body after submerging into the wound, and there was a tingling sensation of ten thousand ants gnawing at it, which made Mo Jiu have a strong feeling of wanting to scratch the skin and scratch out the golden thread.

Mo Jiu unconsciously bit the corner of his lip, and a thin sweat began to appear on his forehead.

However, the tingling did not last long. After all the golden light emitted by Wuchen was submerged in his arm, Wuchen changed a kind of seal again, and no longer crossed his knees, he actually stood up.

Look closely at the few strands of gold thread in Wuchen's hand, which are connected to the gold thread that entered Mo Jiu's arm.

With the action of dustless pulling the golden thread, the tree on Mojiu's arm also wavered.

Along with the pulling action came a huge pain that Mojiu had never felt before.

Because Wuchen had given Mo Jiu a preventive injection before the start, Mo Jiu also had the consciousness of bearing the pain, but when the pain really invaded, she was still shocked by the endless pain.

Mo Jiu was an agent in his previous life, and it was not uncommon for him to get injured in the line of duty. When he was on a mission in the field, he also took out the warhead that was injected into his body by himself.

It was also an extremely painful process, I thought it was just pulling out a tree from the body, even if the pain would not exceed the pain of taking out the bullet without anesthesia, who knew that this time and taking out the bullet was not the same level of pain at all.

The small tree, which is said to be the doppelganger of the old locust tree, took root in her body in a short period of time, and with the pull of silk threads, it was like pulling out blood vessels from Mo Jiu's body, touching every sense of the body.

It was not easy to pull out the roots of the tree, because its roots were entangled with Mojiu's flesh and blood, and it could not be dragged out, so it could only be moved by using the golden thread to separate the flesh and roots little by little.

It was a long process, and both of them had extremely bad faces, but no one cried bitterly, and the painful spell continued to be performed in the midst of each other's unsteady breathing.