Mu Feng stitched intently, his fingertips were inevitably a little jerky between twists, although each stitch and thread were not sewn beautifully, but the cracked wound was sealed firmly, slowly, the eyes staring at the needle were a little spent, and the hand holding the needle was a little sore, but he still didn't dare to relax, and under the concentration, beads of sweat oozed from his head. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's almost there, it's just a little bit close." Mu Feng subconsciously licked his lips and cheered himself up.

After nearly ten minutes, Mu Feng began to collect the needle, tied a small knot at the end of the thread, and finally exhaled with a smile, but the exhaled breath seemed to blow to a place, Zhao Yuanyuan trembled all over, and her toes contracted...... Mu Feng didn't seem to care at all: "It's over, it's finally stitched, and there are more than 100 stitches in total, it's really amazing." ”

Seeing that the deep wound on the woman's inner thigh was finally stitched up by himself, Mu Feng still had a sense of accomplishment in his heart, he stood up and hammered his calf with his hand because of the squatting down a little sore......

In an instant, he was not tired, and it was intentional or unintentional, or a glance intentionally or unintentionally...... The body swelled up again......

Mu Feng hurriedly patted his head, don't look at indecency, don't look at indecency.

Subsequently, Mu Feng applied the ointment given by the system to Zhao Yuanyuan's stitched wound, wrapped it in gauze, covered the woman with a quilt, and confirmed that her pulse and body temperature were within the normal range.

I don't know why, Mu Feng, who was sitting in the control room, couldn't calm down at all, turned left and right on the chair, thought for a while, hugged a quilt, sent it to the tent, and covered it with Yuanyuan, which was a little relieved.

Before going to bed, Mu Feng checked the operation of the territory, the situation was gratifying, a few days passed, the first-level source device created by the little cripple became a bunch of hills, among which there were several second-level source weapons, and these source weapons were transported to the resource library and put them in place, Mu Feng looked at the weapon and thought in his heart, since the task this time is to increase prestige, increase prestige, the first thing is to attract popularity, do you want to do something on these weapons, make money at the same time, and also play the signboard of my territory.

Mu Feng was still very concerned about how to complete this task of 1000 prestige, and gradually had some plans......

It's a new day, different from the life of a bachelor in the previous months, a person suddenly came to the territory, and he felt very strange, and he couldn't say how happy he was, but it was quite comfortable, as if he was no longer so lonely, although he had superb self-esteem.

After all, there is one more patient to take care of, and there are more things to deal with, since it is the task assigned to him by the system, Mu Feng is also very responsible, he came together in the morning, washed, and was different from usual, he also specially straightened his hair, and then ran out of the territory to take care of Zhao Yuanyuan.

When Mu Feng changed the dressing for her, he was surprised to find that those wounds had recovered very quickly, and the wounds that were originally bloody and fleshy were already scarred.

Although Zhao Yuanyuan had not yet woken up, Mu Feng found that she had stabilized when he measured her heart rhythm, pulse, blood pressure and other physiological characteristics. It can be said that this life must have been saved, but as for why she hasn't woken up yet, Mu Feng guessed that it may be that she was under too much pressure a few days ago, whether it was mental or pressure, tense nerves, so relaxed, and her body functions were in automatic cultivation? As for when you wake up, it should be a matter of time.

Mu Feng infused her with a bottle of nutrient solution and returned to the territory.

I inspected the territory every day, and there was nothing wrong with it. Today, he's going to try to improve his strength.

Now, Mu Feng is only about level 2, no matter how powerful the territory is, as a lord does not match the strength of the territory, it is a shame to spread it.

Although the reward for the task given to him by the system is to directly upgrade to level 3, he has to try it no matter what he says, and wants to see if he has the ability to become a third-level alien by himself when he falls to the ground.

Mu Feng sat on the bed in his bedroom, took out a large pile of source coins from his territory pocket in distress, and began to absorb them......

It was visible to the naked eye that the source crystal coins around him were slowly fading......

After a while, Mu Feng opened his eyes and shook his head a little cursed, he absorbed a large number of source coins, and the upper limit of his own source power could only increase the nail cover a little, most of them were not absorbed, and they were removed from the pores like, according to this progress, even if he absorbed thousands of source crystal coins, he would not be able to get the third level.

Mu Feng didn't want to admit this reality, but the reality was so cruel: "It seems that my genetic talent does belong to the category that is relatively weak, and I have no choice but to hurry up and develop the territory!" ”

……

Well.

Zhao Yuanyuan groaned softly, subconsciously twisting her body, she had a long dream in the past few days, she dreamed that she was dying, a few soul-hooking ghosts dragged her soul from her body, dragged into hell, at this time, a powerful man appeared, he repelled those little ghosts one by one, and then this man seriously treated her, no way, because of the wound, she could only be stripped naked, watching the man's eyes move around her, his eyes wandered around, and his shy little heart was about to explode. But it can't be helped.

A few more days passed, everything was normal, Mu Feng went to change Zhao Yuanyuan's dressing in the morning, inspected the situation in the lower territory, and went to do what he had to do.

In the past two days, he communicated with the system, asking if the weapons that came out of the furnace of the primary source device could add something different, such as carving a pattern or something.

System: On the basis of not changing the function of the original weapon, it can be engraved with patterns.

When Mu Feng heard this, he was overjoyed, since he could add patterns, he could make a logo on his source weapon, so that he could sell high-quality weapons, and at the same time people admired, he could also publicize his territory.

With the permission of the system, Mu Feng buried himself in setting up icons in the room for the past two days.

"Spend a dragon, and then write the words 'Muhammad's Territory' underneath."

An idea came to mind when Mu Feng began to design patterns on the paper, buried himself in the paper for an hour, picked it up and saw that this dragon was similar to a worm, no, Mu Feng shook his head in disappointment, raised the hand of the paper, and by the way, he kneaded the paper into a paper ball and threw it into the trash can next to him.

That trash can was already full of scrap paper.

"What's the matter?" Mu Feng grabbed her messy hair, her face was gloomy, and she dragged her face on the table with her hands, she realized that there was no one in the territory or she couldn't do it, the commander of the light pole was not good, and he had to do it himself to design an icon, so he couldn't ask the zombies to help him design it.