Yi Jun didn't finish his words, and he didn't say what about those uncles and uncles, but after hearing Yi Jun's words, Wu Jilang, Han Wu and others were silent.

They are all extremely smart children, of course they know what Yi Jun wants to express, Yi Jun is not saying that he is more cowardly and does not dare to face the wolves, but that even if there is still a hundred percent of his life and hope, he still chooses that one percent instead of mortal death.

"Is this called lingering?" Suddenly, Han Wu laughed, and his young face showed vicissitudes that were completely inconsistent with his age.

"I often have the same dream, in that dream I was paralyzed in bed because of impulse, unable to move, so I especially longed for life, longed for a healthy life that could jump, and vowed to live well, no longer tainted with vices, no more irrational actions, no more irrational choices, fortunately, I had no chance in that dream. Yi Jun spoke, and then tears flowed from his eyes.

After all, that dream is too real, the real is just like his personal experience, the screams are heartbreaking, the struggle of that day by day is vivid, and the final paralysis in bed is even more painful, so that every day he wakes up in tears, vowing to live well.

Yes, it's about living well, even if it's only one percent.

After saying this, Yi Jun ignored everyone and entered the psychic state again.

Looking at Yi Jun, Feng Cheng and Qian Tao's lips moved, but the cursed words were not spit out after all, while Han Wu, Wu Jilang, and Green Sleeves were completely silent.

Do you turn around and fight with the wolves and fall into a mortal situation, or do you obey the arrangement of the Heavenly Witch and try your best to reach the spirit of the Heavenly Spirit Beans and survive?

That's a problem!

Yi Jun's psychic speed slowed down significantly in the afternoon, but when it was dusk, the number of "small seedlings" swaying in the wind and emitting various colors of light in front of him had increased to more than ninety.

This is a terrifying number, almost twice the number of psychic spirits added up by Wu Jilang and the others, and what's even more terrifying is that after passing through so many Heavenly Spirit Beans' spirituality, Yi Jun didn't vomit blood, but his face was pale, and he almost fell down when he went to the stone pot to get Heavenly Spirit Beans a few times.

"At his speed, we can really fulfill the Heavenly Witch's request!" Looking at the small seedlings in front of Yi Jun, Feng Cheng and Qian Tao no longer scolded Yi Jun for being stupid, but instead were filled with joy.

"He can pass more than three hundred and forty kinds of spirituality, which is less than half of his limit, and when he reaches half, I'm afraid he will vomit blood like us, right?" Wu Jilang was still very calm and composed, he calculated Yi Jun according to his own situation, and said.

As soon as Wu Jilang's words came out, Feng Cheng and Qian Tao couldn't help but be silent again, because thinking and calculating had fear again, and their faces couldn't help but turn pale again.

If Yi Juntong's 170 Heavenly Spirit Beans is his limit, then the task of a total of 400 Heavenly Spirit Beans will still not be completed, and they will still die when the time comes.

It's just that what they don't know is that even if there are still dozens of them from the limit, the reaction in Yi Jun's body is already very strong at this time.

Through the spirituality of more than ninety Heavenly Spirit Beans, more than ninety mottled pieces have appeared in Yi Jun's dantian, each of which continues to exude a breath of different colors and properties at this time, constantly converging in Yi Jun's dantian, and then entering the sea of qi above, and gradually entering Yi Jun's mind with the whirlpool.

All kinds of breath in the dantian continued to grow, and what made Yi Jun feel was that he only felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, and the breath that entered his mind made him feel as if there were thousands of small needles shooting in his head, and when they shot into the depths of his mind, his head hurt as if it was about to explode.

Yi Jun clutched his stomach, his face was pale, the cold sweat of the bean was constantly rolling down his forehead and back, his clothes were soon wet, and Venus was constantly flashing in front of his eyes, causing him to see things more and more blurred.

Finally, Yi Jun only felt that it was dark in front of him, and his body slowly fell forward.

"Yi Jun!" Seeing Yi Jun faint, Feng Cheng and Qian Tao were the first to stand up, the two came to Yi Jun, touched his hands and feet, and only felt that the aura inside was like a small snake constantly swimming, and the skin kept bulging out of a soybean-sized bag, and then touched Yi Jun's forehead, only to feel that it was like a charcoal fire burning.

"He's in a much worse situation than we are. Qian Tao couldn't help but say.

"It's no wonder if it's not bad, he has passed through ninety-six Heavenly Spirit Beans in one day, and our strongest ones are only fourteen. Han Wu also stood up at this time, and although he said complaining words in his mouth, he still walked over and lifted Yi Jun up with Feng Cheng and Qian Tao.

Wu Jiro and Green Sleeves also stood up Ali, and their brows furrowed as the three of them carried Yi Jun into his own thatched hut.

"He's going to be fine, right?" Feng Cheng asked, looking at Wu Jilang and Green Sleeves.

The expression on the faces of Gojiro and Green Sleeves replaced their answer, which was "God knows".

In the face of this situation, several teenagers are powerless, and the only thing they can do is to cry silently except to cover the quilt for Yi Jun.

Of course, Wu Jiro didn't cry, he just walked back to his room silently and collapsed on the bed with his clothes.

On this day, the five teenagers did not have the spirituality of one more Heavenly Spirit Bean, but Yi Jun connected ninety-six, and the number of Heavenly Spirit Beans that everyone had combined had reached more than one hundred and fifty, which was still more than half of the Heavenly Witch's requirements, and only six days had passed.

At first glance, this is a good schedule, but the teenagers know that the best time has passed, and the remaining twenty-four days are probably suffering every day.

"How many ribs did he break when he jumped off the cliff?" Green Sleeves suddenly remembered something, reached out to untie Yi Jun's shirt, and gently probed his little hand into Yi Jun's abdomen and ribs, and gently stroked it.

Han Wu and Feng Cheng couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at Green Sleeves in surprise one by one.

"Twenty-four of them have broken marks. After touching Yi Jun's body, Green Sleeves' face turned pale again, and he said to Han Wu and Feng Cheng.

Han Wu and Feng Cheng couldn't help but turn pale when they heard this, but in addition to their pale faces, there was also a trace of strangeness in their eyes when they looked at the green sleeves.

Green Sleeves quickly understood where their strange eyes came from, one little face instantly turned red like a red apple, and the next moment he glared, "Who dares to say that I killed him about this." Greensleeves said viciously.

"I didn't see anything. Han Wu was the first to run.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand at all. Feng Cheng and Qian Tao were even more slippery, and they ran away after saying this.

Only Green Sleeves was left in a daze in Yi Jun's room.

After a full quarter of an hour, Green Sleeves suddenly understood something again, her face suddenly turned pale, and then, she ran out of Yi Jun's room frantically.

Yes, sixteen years old is already a very sensitive age, in Yunjing, the capital of Dashun Kingdom, many sixteen-year-old girls have become wives, have married and had children, what is the matter with a girl like her staying alone in a man's room, although Yi Jun has passed out.

Greensleeves only felt that his cheeks burned badly.