Mo Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart tightened fiercely.

She's gone?

Just gone?

When you left, you didn't even say hello face-to-face, leaving only this very short letter?

An indescribable loss spreads through my chest. The thin and cold lips were tightly pursed, and the contours of the whole person were also a little colder.

The kind of relaxation and softness that can only be found when you are with Momo disappeared in an instant.

"Got it."

Mo Yan's heart was turbulent, but his face was only slightly gloomy, and if he didn't look closely, he couldn't find it.

It's just that the slightly hoarse voice betrays his true emotions.

Rabbit Qian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and thought that Mo Yan would definitely catch him and interrogate him properly. I didn't expect it to be so easy to uncover.

Rabbit didn't know that the reason why Mo Yan didn't ask was because he had complete trust in Momo.

He knew they would meet again.

She won't miss her appointment.

Mo Yan even in her heart, she had automatically found several reasons for Momo, such as that she was in a hurry, for example, she was afraid that it would be inconvenient for Miss Seven to wake up and see her.

No matter how lost he is, he will not blame her.

"Is Miss Seven awake?" Mo Yan took a deep breath, calmed down, and after a while, regained his usual calm.

The rabbit nodded and then made a cross-knee meditation motion.

Mo Yan understood that Miss Seven was meditating and pranayama, sorting out the spiritual power in her body, adapting to the newly acquired dantian, and achieving synchronization as quickly as possible.

Mo Yan didn't say anything more, but waited in the courtyard.

Until noon on the second day.

Zi Qianmo finished breathing, picked himself up, and pushed open the door of the bedroom.

"Mo Yan."

She approached him and called him by name.

After a night of mental construction, Zi Qianmo has adjusted his state, still with a small face, his eyes are ancient, as if nothing has happened, as if he has been with him in the secret realm of burning Xi for a month, it is not himself.

"Miss Seven."

Mo Yan looked at her, swept her heavy eyes, and found that her breath was stable, her spiritual power was relaxed, and there was no sign of spiritual power going violent, which showed that the dantian fusion was extremely perfect.

is worthy of his Momo!

The medical skills are outstanding, and the transplantation of dantian is not a problem at all.

As far as he knew, even the vice president of Xuanwu Academy, Shantai, couldn't do it to this extent.

The vice principal of Shantai is the leading alchemist and medical practitioner in China, and even the second prince Chu Changgeng and the county director Si Nong are all under his command.

Seven years ago, Zi Qianmo's third uncle, Zi Mucheng, also almost worshiped under the door of the vice principal of Lantai. It's a pity that the poisoning blinded his eyes and ruined his muscles and veins.

The reason why Mo Yan was so sure that Vice Dean Yutai couldn't do it was because he had consulted Dean Yu, that is, Yu Zhujun and Yu Wuji's father, on the issue of dantian. The answer given by Dean Yu was that Vice Dean Yutai also wanted to transplant a dantian to a seriously injured disciple a few years ago, but unfortunately it failed, and the spiritual power went violent, and the disciple exploded on the spot, flesh and blood flew sideways, and the bones were gone.

"Your cultivation has been promoted to the middle realm of the day after tomorrow." Mo Yan's cultivation is far superior to Zi Qianmo, and he is more than two realms higher than her, so he can see through it at a glance.

"Yes." Zi Qianmo nodded, and a touch of joy flashed in his eyes, "My dantian has also recovered." ”