Mo Duo began to check the condition of his body, counting the previous life for a long time, he was chased like a lost dog like this time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The condition of the body is surprisingly bad, I don't know how many bones in my body have been broken, and now even breathing hard, it involves a sharp pain in the chest, and the only fortunate thing is that the broken ribs did not pierce my internal organs, so I can live a life.

In addition, even in the midst of fainting, the internal qi in the body is running slowly and faithfully, so that Modo's internal organs that were originally injured and bleeding no longer bleed.

"If you can't kill Lao Tzu this time, I'm waiting for Lao Tzu to kill you. Modo comforted himself, closed his eyes at the same time, and began to speed up the internal qi and regulate the injuries in his body wholeheartedly.

After a long time, "Wow~", several large mouthfuls of black blood clots were spit out from Modo's mouth in a row, these were all bruises in the body after the injury, and with the vomiting of these bruises, Modo's originally stuffy and panicked chest suddenly became indescribably relaxed.

Although there was still a small amount of blood in his body that had not been discharged, at least now Mo Duo could barely sit up, and then a large amount of medicine appeared beside him with a movement of his fingers.

Boiled and dried linen bandages, highly distilled alcohol, various brewed and ground into powder, and even a precious bottle of primary recovery magic potion, after having a space ring, no matter how limited the space to carry, a large amount of food, alcohol, and medicine are still necessary things for Modo.

Modo, who has been ill for a long time and has been injured countless times in his previous life, took care of his wounds quickly and well, washed the wound with alcohol, applied herbal powder, and then carefully wound the wound with a linen bandage, and poured the bottle of primary recovery potion into his mouth in the last sip, and then lay down again, continuing to heal while waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

After about two hours, Mo Duo vomited out two mouthfuls of black blood clots, the blood in his body was finally gone, and he could clean it up after two more exercises, and at the same time, the wounds on his body were cool, and his strength finally came back a little, so that Mo Duo was afraid that he couldn't do it immediately, but it was no problem to stand up and walk slowly.

Thinking of the fat dragon whose life and death were unknown, Mo Duo's heart became a little worried, he took out a two-meter-long wooden spear from the space ring, used it as a crutch to support his body, and slowly walked towards the direction where the fat dragon probably fell in his memory.

Before he could take a few steps, the little dwarf Modo's stomach made a thunderous sound, and after a little calculation, he had eaten breakfast before setting off from the steel collar, and now there is almost a day before the water and rice have been in, plus the recovery of the injury needs more nutrition, no wonder the empty stomach screams so much.

So a large bag of goat's milk appeared in Modo's hand, and the weight of more than five catties was drunk dry by the little dwarf in one goo, and then a large piece of pickled ribs appeared in his hand, and Modo began to eat it in a big gulp.

When eating, Mo Duo didn't stop his slow steps, just like that, he ate while walking, at least thirty catties of meat, and after he chewed it with the bones and swallowed it together, he stopped eating.

Perhaps after spending a long time underground, getting used to the dim light, Modo's vision could see farther, so he began to look at this mysterious underground world as he walked.

The place where the little dwarf Modo is currently located is a large area of hills with no edge in sight, and the ghost place in the Black Stone Great Wasteland is desolate, but compared to here, I don't know how far it is stronger, Modo looks at it at a glance, and it is full of strangely shaped stone forests, except for the green moss like dog skin plaster, there is no sign of life.

"Isn't there a large number of exiled races in the underworld? The little dwarf who came out of the sweat was surprised, he didn't realize that with his current physical condition, he would only end up with those legendary vicious races, and it would only end up being a not very hearty dinner in the mouth of the other party.

In various legends on the surface, there are some fierce gods and evil beings living underground, and they are all those evil races, who can't get mixed under the joint strikes of various forces on the surface, and hide here to survive, such as the black dragon clan, the harpy clan, and the troll clan......

But now Mordo had walked at least five miles, and not even a living creature had been found, not even the bones of an animal.

The undulating terrain of the continuous highlands made Mo Duo very lucky, at most he had to stop and rest for a while after walking for more than a mile, I don't know if he rested seven times or eight times, Mo Duo finally found the fat dragon Xiao Hei who did not know his life and death.

When Modo staggered over to the fat dragon, he found that the fat dragon's condition was much worse than that of himself who had just woken up from fainting.

No matter how Mo Duo transmitted the spiritual message, the fat dragon lying on the ground didn't have any reaction, if it weren't for the faint breathing in his mouth and nose that was still bubbling with blood, Mo Duo would have thought that the fat dragon Xiao Hei was hanging up like this.

In addition to breaking most of the dragon's tail, the fat dragon's external injuries are not serious, such a bad situation should be mainly caused by internal injuries, but as long as he does not die, he can recover with the strong vitality of the dragon clan, and the difference is only the length of time.

Taking out all the wound medicine and bandages from the spatial ring, Modo began to get busy around the terrifying wound on the fat dragon's tail.

Three days later.

Xiao Hei, the fat dragon who was extremely depressed, swallowed the last piece of jerky on the side of his mouth, and then stared at the little dwarf with huge eyes, his eyes full of anticipation for food.

"Damn it, it's still so good at eating. Modo cursed indignantly, while carefully rummaging through the inventory in the spatial ring, but there was really not much left to eat.

There is a lot of food in Modo's space ring, but these can make the little fox Helena eat half a year's inventory, and the two foodies who have just woken up are fat dragons and little dwarfs, and after two meals, only a small half is left.

The medicine in the space ring has long been used up, and with the current injury of the fat dragon, it will take at least a month to recuperate before he can barely fly, and if he wants to take the little dwarf through the Gangfeng layer back to the ground, then he must let the fat dragon recuperate for at least two months.

But there was a very urgent problem in front of them, and they were about to run out of food.

"Forget it, anyway, I owe you a lot, you stay here, I'll go to a farther place to see." Modo muttered as he piled up all the food in the space ring to the fat dragon's mouth.

Then he straightened the bandages on his body, and began a new exploration with the wooden spear.