"What are you doing!?"

One second before Su Mo started his mana input, the third ...... The voice of the fourth-in-the-fifth echoed in the room. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's majestic.

Because it's Serraog.

With short, clean and energetic black hair, purple eyes, and a muscular body, Serraorg stood there with a slightly angry expression and stared at the people in the room—especially Su Mo, who seemed to be about to reach out and touch his mother.

It's like eating him.

“......”

“......”

"Well, which of you will explain."

Su Mo covered his forehead, looking like he was hurting.

You said it would be better if you came a minute early or a minute late, but you don't have to be so punctual........

After a two-minute explanation

"I see....... I'm sorry. ”

Seraoge was a very cheerful man, so after explaining it clearly, he very simply admitted his faux pas, and grabbed the back of his head and giggled.

- I don't know what others think, anyway, Su Mo insisted that he was smirking.

"It should be that we said sorry first, and told Su Mo about what happened to you without authorization......."

Lias smiled wryly, "Obviously, our game is about to start. ”

"No, although my past is unbearable, it is real after all, and there is no point in covering it up, let alone if it is Mr. Su Mo....... It's an honor to have a friend of the Demon King come and treat my mother. ”

His voice was light, at least on the surface, but everyone could tell in his tone that there was a hint of gloom in his tone when he spoke of his mother.

The son wants to raise but does not wait.

Su Mo has always looked at Seraoge very pleasantly - his personality is very sunny and he has a very good appetite for Su Mo, so he chose to agree to Lias's request after hearing that it was about his mother. What's more, Su Mo felt that if Sera Oge continued to develop in the future, he would really be able to become an extremely terrifying powerhouse.

Therefore, he doesn't want the other party to regret his mother's affairs for the rest of his life, and he doesn't want him to lose his current character and future prospects because of his mother's affairs.

So Su Mo wanted to help him.

Even if it's as he says he is not a doctor.

True, he didn't know anything about medicine at all, but the main problem of Misra's body right now was excessive weakness and the loss of vitality.

At least in terms of vitality, Su Mo didn't feel that there was anyone in this world who knew better than himself. He didn't think anyone had a more detailed grip on his life force than his own.

So he pondered for a moment, and then spoke slowly, "I am now sure that I will replenish most of the life force that has passed for your mother. ”

"Really ?!!"

Like a silly son, Serraorg completely lost his usual composure and jumped up from his chair with a sudden slam, but soon he noticed his gaffe: "Uh, sorry, I, I'm too excited......."

I sat back down.

Su Mo just smiled: "I've already said it once before, I'm not a doctor, so I don't know what Ling Tang's illness is—well, at least in the observation just now, apart from knowing that her body is extremely weak, I can't even tell if she is sick or not." ”

He spread his hands: "But I always feel that the reason why she can't wake up now is simply because her body is too weak, and this kind of sleeping state can reduce the consumption of her body to the greatest extent - if she wakes up, she won't last long and will die." ”

"And what do you mean—"

Selaoge heard something in Su Mo's words, and a hint of brilliance flashed in his purple eyes, but he quickly suppressed it himself.

He feared that he would end up with even greater despair because he had hoped too much.

"I think Madame should be able to wake up after I have replenished her vitality......."

Su Mo scratched his hair and said.

"But there has never been an example of such a disease in the entire demon world that has been able to wake up......

Although she didn't want to hit Serraog, Lias couldn't help but say.

She didn't want her cousin to be too immersed in it.

"But I don't think there's a reason for Serraog's mother to continue to sleep except that her life force is too bad."

Su Mo's expression was innocent: "Because she loves her son deeply." ”

His expression was also determined.

Because he felt that Serraog's mother loved her son deeply.

So she shouldn't continue to sleep.

“.......”

“.......”

Everyone was silent.

Then Serraog laughed.

He smiled happily, even presumptuously.

Although there is not a single sound.

So Su Mo also smiled, but his smile was a smile.

Smile slightly.

"Now, then, let's go and save your mother."

He said so.

..............................

When Su Mo and Lias were gone, long after.

"Mother-sama......."

Selaog knelt beside the bed, took her mother's right hand and rubbed it against her face.

Mrs. Mishra did not wake up, but the respirator from her mouth and nose had been removed, and all the life-sustaining equipment next to her had been cut off from her.

It's not that treatment has been abandoned.

Because there was a slight flush on her cheeks.

After Su Mo completed the replenishment of his life force, Misra did not wake up immediately, but everyone present could clearly sense what was happening to the woman lying on the hospital bed.

If this sleeping woman was pale and weak in grace, now she is no different from a normal person, like a noble lady lying quietly on a white rattan chair enjoying a quiet nap in the sun.

Elegant and graceful.

"Young Master......."

The butler stood beside him, inserted the bright and vibrant bouquet of flowers into the vase, and carefully placed it on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, which was extremely beautiful.

"I think mom is going to wake up."

He said in a soft voice.

"Well, Madame will wake up."

The butler's voice was a little choked, and the old tears were full of tears.

He couldn't remember the last time he had seen such a soft look on the young master, and since his mother had fallen into a coma, Seraog had been training even more frantically, making himself harder, stronger, as if he were strong and perfect to the point of being invulnerable.

But there is always a limit to such toughness.

Such hardness always has a time to last.

That's not a good thing.

So the butler was now very moved, moved to tears—he felt that he might have made the best decision he had ever made in his life.

"Well, I'll use the victory in the next battle to welcome my mother's awakening."

"I'm going to tell her that I'm good enough, really, really, good........"