"That's what I saw."

Su Muhan could only reply like this: "I can only say that I have rough skin and thick meat, so I am not so easy to be killed." ”

This constitution is innate, and words simply cannot explain it.

Xia Lan looked at it over and over again incredulously: "So, my medicine is useless?" ”

"Uh...... Why don't you ask Song Sizhe if that guy needs it? ”

Su Muhan is actually very suspicious, is Song Sizhe's memory really not recovered? If not, then why was he so righteous yesterday?

The pain from the trap of the fairy rod is really real, and it can't be faked at all, so even if the wound heals quickly, the heart-piercing pain yesterday is still fresh in my memory even at this moment.

Of course, it was also thanks to Song Sizhe's guy who received 3,000 canes yesterday, and his skin was open, but he didn't say much, except for the beads of sweat on his forehead like rain, the rest of the gaffes were completely gone.

"He, he doesn't need us to worry about it, in the morning, the senior brother has already sent him the best medicine in the valley, and the two of them seem to have played together since childhood, so the relationship is very good."

"Big Brother ......"

Su Muhan thought about it for a moment: "No wonder...... When I was joking with Song Sizhe that day, the senior brother's eyes looked like he was going to eat me...... With him here, Song Sizhe shouldn't be in any big trouble......"

Xia Lan, who was sure that Su Muhan was indeed fine, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it was at this time that Xia Lan suddenly noticed the painting that had just been drawn on Su Muhan's desk, and was a little puzzled:

"Mu Han, have you been to Dumu Peak?"

"Dumu Peak?"

Su Muhan suddenly realized: "Do you know where this place is?" ”

Xia Lan felt strange, didn't you draw it yourself? Why do you still ask me where I am?

"I know, Dumu Peak, it's in the outskirts of Bingzhou, not far from Wolong Valley."

Xia Lan recalled:

"I followed Lao Xia and his party to investigate, but I didn't get anything out, the soil of this mountain peak is barren, not an inch of wood grows, and finally a few crooked neck trees have grown, and finally died, and some villagers who have been there have also died somehow, as if they were cursed."

"Cursed?"

Su Muhan became more and more interested: "Have you ever been to this dilapidated City God Temple?" ”

"I've been there!"

Xia Lan replied directly: "The broken temple is evil, but there is nothing, so we left without a few glances." ”

"...... like this"

Su Muhan thought about it as he put on his clothes, and was about to go to see what was going on.

"Mu Han, what are you going to do?"

Xia Lan looked at Su Muhan, unbelievable, she had just been beaten half to death yesterday, and today she looked like she was going out as if she had nothing to do, how could she still play like this?

Su Muhan glanced at Xia Lan, while still making a dummy look with a quilt on the bed, and then covered it with a blanket:

"They wouldn't have thought I'd run out today! If they ask, you'll say I'm drugged and I'm asleep! ”

After hearing this, Xia Lan immediately smiled bitterly: "You are really not afraid of death...... I was just beaten yesterday, and today I'm going to do it again......"

Xia Lan didn't know if she should admire Su Muhan, a person who was beaten half to death yesterday, and today he was going to sneak out to make trouble......

Where did she get such good physical strength?