In a half-dazed state, Lao Xiaotou felt his lips wet, and a vague little face approached him, and his incomparably sincere gaze slid down his cheeks as if there was a temperature. Then he felt the other half of his body unconscious, and a little chill began to come to him.

It was a faint but clear sensation that seemed to regain sensation in the other half of his body. In this half-asleep state, Lao Xiao Tou has spent more than a dozen days and nights, and he can distinguish day and night by the light and darkness of a glimmer of light through his eyelids.

For more than ten days, he was like a dead man half away from his soul, except for the occasional coldness, he seemed to have lost control of his body. He knew very well in his heart that this time the risk of using purple condensation was far beyond the load of his body. In order to create a feeling of fear for Mo Qi, he did not hesitate to condense the Hundred Condensation Killing Purple Flame in his body, which eventually caused more than half of his body to be burned, and after being injured, he obviously felt more serious than before.

The pain of being burned by a flame is not the worst, and the more photographable thing is the lack of consciousness. Ever since he released the purple condensation from his body, he had been unable to feel the pain. It seems that the other half of his body no longer belongs to him.

Whenever he thought of this, Lao Xiao Tou felt a chill coming from the depths of his heart, he didn't want to be a cripple who was sick in bed all day, and he didn't want to become a waste person just after the great cause of building a clan had just progressed. He was unwilling in his heart, but he couldn't change the cruel reality.

Half of his body was unconscious, and even when he stabbed him with something, nothing happened. At this time, Lao Xiaotou had completely woken up, he would rather that he was still in a coma, and he didn't dare to face himself like this in front of him. He bit a pair of scissors in his mouth and stabbed himself in the chest.

But there was not a single trace of blood coming out, only a shattering sound that seemed like a straw had pierced. Fibrosis? Is it true that my body cannot be recovered? Old Xiao had a painful expression, looking up at the sky, he would be wrapped like a dumpling in the valley every day, let him see the scenery outside.

Every time the person who pushed him out was different, this time it turned out to be Boss Yan, he had a serious expression, stared at Lao Xiao Tou and said, "Clan Master, you can recuperate with peace of mind, I will handle the affairs of the clan."

Old Xiao Tou's cheeks sobbed a few times before he glanced at his lips, half of his cheeks had long since lost the ability to speak, and he could only snort a few times with the other half. Yan Lao naturally couldn't understand, but he still tried to understand.

"Are you worried about the Three Veins and the New Mo Clan? Rest assured, the three veins have been subordinated to us, and the subordinates of the Xinmo clan have found out that they seem to have left the clan land, and they don't know where to go," Boss Yan explained as he wiped the saliva formed by the leaking air on his lips.

"There are also brothers who were injured and killed in this battle, and their subordinates also gave them a large amount of pensions for their families, and we also seized the bones of several war horses of the Xinmo tribe, and gave them to Hong Laosi to use as a refining bone furnace."

"There is one more thing, after the clan master recovers from his injuries, he will do it in person, that is, to receive the clan building order with ten mine head orders, this place is remote, except for Qingyang City, there is only Yucheng, Qingyang Clan and we are already like fire and water, and then we will go to Yucheng to exchange clan orders."

Boss Yan explained, while pushing Lao Xiaotou to walk up a mountain, it was eight or nine o'clock at this time, the morning sun reflected the red sky, the distant wasteland with no end in sight, at this time it also became foggy, it felt like it was full of life, the clouds were a piece of energy beasts, they were all pets of famous nobles, taking advantage of the morning sun to release to absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

The scenery of the era of great mining made Old Xiao Tou feel even worse, and he seemed to think of his charred body in that barren land. He shook his head, Boss Yan immediately understood, pushed back along the original road, and came to the top of the hillside, not far away the little girl was refining medicine, her little hands kept wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, her little lips pursed, and the fragrant sweat flowed down her cheeks to her lips.

He knew that she was taking care of him all the time in a coma these days, and every time Lao Xiaotou woke up from that numbness of fear, he would see that she was healing herself, which showed that she had barely rested these days, and had been healing for herself.

Thinking of this, Lao Xiao Tou hated his current self even more in his heart, he didn't want to be taken care of, let alone be a burden on an ugly girl, her experience was already so miserable, but now he was physically and mentally exhausted for himself, he couldn't bear to look at it, and he didn't want to be taken care of all the time.....

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, he turned his head and gave Boss Yan a look, and he immediately re-pushed Old Xiao Tou into the cave.

Old Xiao Tou sat alone in the dim cave, trembling slightly with his half-conscious cheeks, his pupils contracted suddenly, and his palm grabbed at his lower abdomen, and he actually grabbed into the Dan Mansion, and dragged the second life out of it. This guy had a lazy expression on his face, and smiled toothily at Old Xiao's head.

Looking at his cheap appearance, Lao Xiaotou secretly wondered, how could I have such a second life, his temper and personality are completely opposite to his true self.

"Now I have something I want to exchange with you," Old Xiao Tou said to him.

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it first," he sat down on a rock, and said boredly.

"You and I have an exchange of consciousness, you are here to recuperate in my place, I still have very important things to do," Lao Xiao Tou said again.

"Huh? I can't do this, you better find someone else," Second Life shook his head desperately, it felt like a rattle.

"You are my second life, I am the master, you must listen to me" Old Xiao Tou didn't expect him to refuse, so angry that he almost slapped him in the face, he seemed to have been so angry with this guy that he forgot that he couldn't move freely at all.

"You are the Lord? Hehe, you have to think clearly, I am the second life, not your servant, not your anything, I have my own consciousness, thinking, we are not the same two people" Lao Xiaotou's words, but it caused a long talk about the second life, and even a little bit of wanting to rebel and disobey.

"You! You" Old Xiao Tou was so angry with him that he couldn't speak for a long time, he calmed down for a long time before nodding slightly and said: "Okay, I'll give you freedom of thought, how can you promise me?" ”。

"Is this, it's not impossible, let me help you protect this half-dead man, you need to pay certain conditions" The second life turned slightly to the side, and stood up from the rock, his eyes flashing with wisdom.