Ziqian Mo definitely couldn't act alone.

Burning Xi Ancestor's dantian, she can't take it herself and take it back to transplant it for herself. Otherwise, it would definitely arouse Mo Yan's suspicion and make him guess that "Mao Mao" and "Miss Seven" were the same person.

Therefore, this dantian had to be brought back by Mo Yan, handed over to "Miss Seven" in person, and then transplanted logically.

So the first thing Zi Qianmo had to do was to let Mo Yan understand that the method of dantian transplantation was feasible.

In the past ten days since he entered the medicine garden to recuperate, Mo Yan has been reading books in addition to drinking medicine.

Books are the private collections of the Secret Realm Library Pavilion.

Zi Qianmo has been secretly observing, and found that Mo Yan mainly looks at two types of ancient books, one is the method of refining the body, especially the method of refining the body that does not require dantian; The other is the ancient medical book, and he read the chapters of the dantian restoration very carefully.

No matter how dull Zi Qianmo was, he also knew that Mo Yan was doing this for himself.

He offended almost all the trialists, and by the way, he offended the entire upper echelons of Beilan Country, just for her dantian problem!

And these, he never intended to be in front of "Miss Seven".

This is a man whose actions speak louder than his words.

It's with—

In the afternoon, after Zi Qianmo helped Mo Yan change the medicine, he stretched out his little white paw and pointed to a line of words in the book "Ghost Doctor's Technique" that Mo Yan was reading, and said, "This sentence is good." ”

"Huh?"

Mo Yanfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, this was the first time in ten days that the little guy had expressed his opinion on the book he was reading.

His gaze was fixed on the line of words - organs, which can be transplanted.

Zi Qianmo glanced at him indifferently, brought him a bowl of freshly boiled medicine, and said, "Drink." ”

Mo Yan habitually drank it all.

What does the medicine taste like, he didn't taste it, and his whole mind rushed to the sentence that the organ can be transplanted, and a bold thought flashed: "Can the dantian also be transplanted?" ”

Zi Qianmo raised his eyebrows.

The children can be taught.

She casually guided him, and he immediately took the bait.

"Yes." She gave an affirmative answer.

When Mo Yan heard this, his heart was ecstatic, and his deep black pupils lit up: "What are the specific conditions?" ”

Miss Seven is a lack of heaven and a cripple, and she was born without a dantian.

What had been hopeless was now that the door to a new world opened in front of us, and the dawn of hope was projected in.

Zi Qianmo replied: "The strong dantian, the stronger the better." ”

Mo Yan's heart was pounding wildly, his eyes were burning, and he continued to ask: "Mao Mao, if you get the strong man's dantian, will you transplant it?" ”

He knew that her medical skills were extraordinary.

It is difficult to speculate with common sense, and it is estimated that there is no comparable to her in Beilan Kingdom.

Zi Qianmo began to pretend to be stupid, and looked at him in confusion: "Will it be, who are you going to transplant it to?" ”

She communicates with people, and she is clumsy, let alone acting.

In fact, her acting skills are quite exaggerated.

But Mo Yan couldn't stand Mo Yan's excitement at this moment, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Mao Tuanzi's eccentricity, so he immediately replied: "It's me a very important person." She doesn't have a dantian. ”

Ziqian Mo =-=

"Oh."

Important?

Yes.

"She's the daughter of my savior." Mo Yan saw Mao Tuanzi's cold reaction and explained, "Before the life-saving benefactor died, he entrusted me to take care of her and protect her for a safe and smooth life." ”

Ziqian Mo = . =

"Oh."

The original owner's mother has had this kind of entrustment.

No wonder the original owner has been doing it for so many years, no matter how he has done it, Mo Yan has dealt with the aftermath without regrets.