"That's kind of interesting, is there anyone else robbing me?" To Mordin's surprise, Saxon's voice was very calm, "You might as well name him, maybe he's really better than me." ”

"Is he lying to me? It stands to reason that he shouldn't, if he had devoured my will just now, he should have been able to sense the existence of the robot high priest?" Mordin wondered in his heart, "Could it be that the high priest doesn't care about the Saxon's devouring of his own primordial gods, and everything is his own imagination?"

"No! Absolutely not, the high priest must have already done it, he must have planted some kind of wedge in my primordial god, when the Saxon invaded my primordial god and began to devour, this high priest must have sensed it, but why didn't he move? Or, is it the Saxon who is lying?" Mordin felt that there was no way to judge this matter, the strength and means of these two old fellows were far higher than his own, and as a weakling, he had no right to know the truth.

"I don't know if you feel the presence of that person, but I can tell you his name, he is the high priest of the robot, Ratchet, so whether I agree to cooperate with you or not, you can't get around this person!" Mordin simply made the matter of Ratchet public to the Saxons, anyway, one more means of resistance, one more chance to win, he felt that he should muddy the waters first, and then look for opportunities.

"Haven't heard of it, nameless?" said Saxon coldly.

"It's because you're lonely, hiding in a dark corner, thinking all day long about how to suck the souls of others, and how to know how many wonderful things are happening in this outside world. Mordin sneered, "But now it's okay, you take the initiative to provoke others, only to protect yourself!"

"Little friend, I Saxon have lived for thousands of years, what kind of powerful people have not seen, you may be able to bring your ancestor out to scare and scare, but you want to get a robot or some high priest to coax me, which makes me very hurt and angry, I will give you 5 days to think about it, if you haven't made a decision by then, then only I will make a decision for you." After Saxon finished saying the threatening words, he suddenly disappeared from Mordin's consciousness.

"Not intimidated!" Mordin was a little frustrated, but immediately dispelled this negative emotion, which would weaken the power of the original god, which may be exactly what the Saxon wanted, and I couldn't give him this opportunity.

Either Saxon really didn't know about Ratchet, or he used a trick and deliberately refused to admit it, so as to dispel Mordin's idea of using razor to defeat him, and force Mordin to sign a contract to make him voluntarily dedicate his original divine power.

"I must find a way to defeat this old monster within 5 days, otherwise whether the ratchet shoots or not, I will be the caterpillar and let the two of them slaughter!" Mordin thought to himself, he sensed it carefully for a while, and found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any trace of the Saxon.

"He must be hiding in some corner of my primordial spirit. Mordin judged that the Saxons would never leave here easily, "Can you find a way to defeat him in 5 days?"

Mordin sat quietly like this, until a red sun rose in the eastern sky, and for a whole night, he didn't have the slightest clue, Adrey had woken up, and Mordin hurriedly brought water for her, and gently wiped her cheeks with gauze.

"Look, our squid is still so pretty!" He pressed down on the troubles in his heart and took care of Adrey with all his heart.

Adrey's facial muscles were scratched, and she couldn't smile, only with clear and bright eyes, which conveyed her gratitude to Mordin.

The breakfast brought by the nurse was a specially prepared nutritious soup paste made from the powder of various marine fish dried and ground in the sun, and it could be drunk directly without chewing.

Mordin fed Adrey with a spoon one by one, he was very patient and meticulous, and after he finished feeding a large bowl of soup batter, he felt that his mood had completely calmed down.

"Saxon, five days, let him hell with him!" His heart was very calm, "The path of cultivation is originally to go against the sky, you may encounter danger and lose your life anytime and anywhere, I Mordin is not willing to live as miserably as a caterpillar, even if I fight to the death, I will never sign any contract with you!" He had made up his mind and decided to face it calmly.

After breakfast, Professor Andrew arrived, followed by an older woman with a pair of wide, black-rimmed glasses, and a somewhat fat body, but with a light gait.

"This is Professor Catherine. Andrew introduced him.

"Hello Professor!" Mordin hurriedly got up and shook hands with Professor Catherine.

"Hello Mr. Mo, this companion who asked you is not willing to undergo rehabilitation and plastic surgery, so after discussing with Professor Andrew, I decided to intervene in advance, I wonder if this lady is willing?" she looked at Adrey's flawless face, and there was a look of great appreciation in her eyes.

Mordine looked back at Adrey, and the girl nodded lightly in agreement.

"Thank you so much, Professor Catherine. Mordin thanked.

"Mr. Mok, Professor Catherine and I are planning to take a special medication to her wound, so we need to replace that layer of gauze, which may be a bit painful, and I don't know if she will receive a local anesthetic to alleviate the pain. Professor Andrew asked.

"I don't accept narcotic drugs!" Adrey said firmly.

"And ...... the pain of changing dressings?" Professor Andrew said, frowning.

"Leave it to me!" said Mordin, "give me two hours, and I'll take this layer of gauze off." ”

"Are you ......, Mr. Mo, have you studied medical surgery?" Professor Andrew looked at him suspiciously.

"No, but I'm a cultivator, and I'll use a spell to remove her gauze without any pain. Mordin explained.

"This is so strange! is it going to replace medicine with magic?" exclaimed Professor Andrew angrily.

"If you don't believe you're on the sidelines, you can stop me at any time if you think I'm doing something wrong!" Mordin smiled.

"Andrew, I think he might as well give it a try, we're standing here, nothing big can happen. Professor Catherine advised.

"That'...... Alright!" Andrew shrugged helplessly.

Mordin walked up to Adrey, he leaned down and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll try to be as light as possible, and if it hurts, you will cry out." ”

"I promise not to make a sound!" said Adrey's eyes filled with a smile.

Mordin couldn't hold back his laughter.

He began to undo the bandages and gauze layer by layer, and Professor Andrew shook his head as he watched, it was clear that Mordin's movements were not professional at all.

When the last two layers are removed, the blood and scabs on the wound appear on the gauze, which is the most difficult part to uncover, and it is also the most painful part of the wounded person to change dressings, and if it is not handled well, it will often bring serious consequences.

Seeing this, Andrew couldn't hold back any longer, and he got up to stop Mordin.

"Let's see!" Professor Catherine grabbed him, signaling him not to rush.

Professor Andrew sighed and sat down.

Mordin stopped the movement of his hand first, he used his divine sense to sense the condition of the gauze and the wound, and found that the fibers of these gauze, although they were treated with oil-soaked non-sticking technology, but now, the dried blood stains and scabs were entangled with the gauze fibers, and it was difficult to separate them simply.

"We've got to break the fibers of the gauze!" Mordin thought. He took out 11 small swords from his pocket, and did not shy away from the two professors, letting the small swords fly in the air, controlled by his divine sense, and stabbed the gauze on the wound like lightning.

The sharp little sword, the speed that the naked eye could not see at all, was like a violent storm, and in the blink of an eye, it cut those gauze fibers into sections of filaments.

"Just pull out the filaments one by one!" Mordin explained with a smile as he looked back at the two professors.

"How do you pull it out? I'm afraid there are tens of millions of filament fibers!" Andrew couldn't help but exclaim.

"Professor, don't worry, just watch him perform for us. Catherine seemed very interested in Mordin's technique.

Mordin turned his head and used his divine sense to control the filament fibers, pulling them out one by one.

"Does it hurt?" asked Mordin.

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy!" the girl winked at him.

"I'll do it again!" Mordin knew in his heart that pulling out the gauze filaments wouldn't cause further damage to her wounds. He was more careful and patient, pulling out the fibers little by little. Because these fibers are non-sticky, they are not tightly combined with blood stains and scabs, so you have to be careful, there will be no problems.

As the filaments were pulled out one by one, Professor Andrew's eyes widened, and the expression on his face froze there, and he was simply stunned.

The filaments floated more and more in the air like fluff, and the gauze fibers on the wound slowly became less and less, until by the time the last filament was pulled out, exactly two hours had passed.

"It's done!" Mordin breathed a sigh of relief, "Professor, how am I doing?" he looked at Professor Andrew.

"It's amazing!" Professor Andrew praised with an incredible expression, "Mr. Mo, what kind of magic do you use to take out tens of millions of fine hairs one by one?"

"With my mind. ”

"Mind Extraction?" the professor could not have believed in this kind of supernatural power at all, because he had the impression that the trick of mind extraction had been debunked many years ago, and that it was nothing more than a magic trick.

But no matter what, the young man in front of him completely separated the gauze, and did not damage the original trauma at all, this technique cannot be explained by common sense anyway.

"Don't study it!" Professor Catherine smiled and stopped him from asking further, pulling out a small vial and handing it to Mordin.

"Can you apply the medicine for us?"