Looking at the exposed skin under the clothes, Chi Nan finally understood why Microsilk wrapped herself tightly. Those who know that this is the skin, and those who don't know think it's the old bark.

The wrinkles are layered on top of each other, and the overall color is also grayish-white, if you put it together with a tree, I'm afraid you really can't tell which one is real and which one is fake, like a monster.

This is still a half-elf who has always loved beauty, and even if it is placed on a person's body, few people can have the courage to continue to live. The microfilament has been able to support until now, just for the half-elf. If it weren't for this, the average half-elf might have ended up with itself long ago. Chi Nan felt his heart fluttering.

When Microsilk took off her mask, everyone covered their mouths for fear of exclaiming.

Where is this face, it's even more terrifying than a demon. If the skin on the body is like pieces of old bark, then the skin on the face is not as good as the old bark. It's like a coal that has been burned and then smashed a few times.

There were also red stuff inside, which was the flesh under the skin.

"It's scary, I'm used to it. If it weren't for my concerns, I really wouldn't have had the courage to live. ”

"Patriarch Microsilk, we know everything you do, you must live. Great Patriarch, you must cure the microfilament, otherwise, otherwise we will be uneasy in our hearts for the rest of our lives. The moss patriarch spoke.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best. Patriarch Microsilk, people can't just look at the surface, your heart is more beautiful than anyone else. Today I will try my best to restore your appearance, and you will not need a mask in the future. ”

Chi Nan turned his head and looked at Miria: "Miria, what should I do next." ”

"Thank you Great Patriarch, thank you Mage Miria, come on, I can hold back. ”

Miria also nodded lightly: "Patriarch, you only need to use your magic power to clean the place on Patriarch Microsilk's body that has been eroded by the dead qi, and when the dead qi is cleaned up, the skin will recover a little." Then I was treated with healing magic, and it only took a month at most to fully recover. So, Patriarch, you must clean it up. ”

The dead qi of these years has been completely combined with the flesh and skin, and ordinary natural magic is useless at all. If you are injured at the beginning and have a silver-level natural mage by your side, you will definitely be able to heal it.

Chi Nan nodded, and had no other thoughts in his heart, stretched out his hand, and released a large amount of life magic in the air. The rich breath of life spreads out, and even the grass on the ground around it is greener.

Chi Nan kept a large ball of life magic spinning in his hand, and then wrapped the entire head of the microfilament inside. His own life magic is different from his natural magic, but in the eyes of other half-elves, there is no difference, but the natural aura is stronger. Now that it is directly displayed, the surrounding half-elves are all amazed.

Is this really just the power that a bronze mage can show? Weisi gritted her teeth, grabbed the sheets tightly with both hands, her body trembled constantly, and a trace of cold sweat flowed down, obviously suffering from pain.

The other half-elves covered their mouths, for fear that they would accidentally call out. There were also a few half-elves, and tears kept flowing, as if the pain was on their bodies.

Olna looked nervous, but she didn't shed tears. It's just that Olna's eyes can tell that she is not as indifferent as she seems. Chi Nan's attention was already completely focused on the magic group.

Whenever the life magic swept by, a little gray aura appeared in the skin of the microfilament, and some black aura appeared. The gray one is the breath of death, and the black one, Chi Nan doesn't know, it should be because of a mutated power produced by the erosion of the death qi for many years. The function of Chinan is to wash it out.

Every bit of peeling off is like cutting flesh on the body, and every strand of it is constantly seeping out. Chi Nan controls the magic power, expelling these seeping powers and letting them emanate.

The power emitted fell on the surrounding wood, instantly corroding the wood. In the air, the entangled life magic canceled each other out, and finally both died together.

Gradually, even Chi Nan felt a little struggling, and this consumption was really not small. This is also himself, the magic power is extremely huge, if it is replaced by someone else, even if he has this ability, I am afraid he will not be able to support it.

Luckily, this is the Bear Fortress, and there are a lot of self-spawning plants, so the mana regenerates quickly. Gradually, visible changes appeared. The original terrifying face of the microfilament gradually began to fade into black, turning gray, and the gray place became grayish-white. There are still a few cracks, which are actually slowly healing.

You know, these cracks haven't changed for many years, and they make you feel pain almost every day.

This healing, while accompanied by more intense pain, is accompanied by hope. The corners of Microsilk's mouth were slightly hooked, and it was a smile, with a smile of intense pain.

As more and more gray breath is cleared away. The microfilamentous face slowly became the same as its own body, like the bark of an old tree. At a glance, it looks like an old lady who is about to enter the ground.

But this look is much better than before, and it looks like a person anyway. And before, it was more like a demon. Chi Nan exhaled lightly: "It seems that it really works, so let's continue." ”

Huge life magic power is constantly pouring out, constantly refined. The microfilament's haste is also visible to the naked eye to become younger. The wrinkles on his face became less and less, the black aura gradually disappeared, and the corrosive power of the gray dead qi became weaker and weaker. The original intense pain slowly eased, and Weixi's expression relaxed a lot.

"I knew it was going to work. Miria clenched her fists and gave herself a thumbs up in her heart, she was so smart. When this plan was proposed, Moiru was still against it.

Hmph, when you go out this time, you must let him know who the eldest sister is. Miria seems to have forgotten that she is much younger than the half-elf who is even prettier than herself, in terms of age.

"Hey, why hasn't it changed. A half-elf patriarch said suspiciously. Just now, the dead air on Weisi's face stopped releasing any longer. And Microfilament looks like a middle-aged woman over fifty years old at this time. Of course, this is based on the age of a human being, and the lifespan of a half-elf is not so short.