After a drop of tea, he made a deep continuation, as if he had spit out all the troubles in his chest, his eyes spread coldly, and a trace of fine light shot out of his cloudy eyes, making people dare not look at each other.

His face was gloomy. It is very obvious that he is unhappy with Han Mulin, but there is still no condemnation of it.

He waved his hand coldly, indicating that Han Mulin would follow him away.

After Han Mulin obediently followed him to death, although he was very interested in the secret person of Yibi Di, he knew that now was not the time for him to inquire about it.

After entering the room, Dr. Mo sat down on the Taishi chair with his back pressed against the backrest, half-doing and half-lying. The dripping light in his eyes has long since dissipated, restoring the appearance of a long-term illness.

The mystery man had always been close behind him, and after he had sat down, he stood on the seat of the drip, and stood straight there, not moving.

Han Mulin knew that Dr. Mo's heart was not happy, and he was not willing to automatically touch the opponent's head, like a secret person, he walked to the center of the room, facing the doctor with a pen and lowered his head, seeing that the machine was no longer moving, waiting for the opponent to say a question.

After a long time, or no one spoke, Han Mulin was a little surprised, he couldn't stop breathing, and silently wanted to raise his head and peek at Doctor Mo.

"If you want to see it, why do you want to be sneaky?" As soon as he raised half of his neck, Dr. Mo made a cold dripping sound and came over.

Han Mulin's body was stunned for a moment, and then he obediently raised his head and got up, his eyes turned around Doctor Mo's face a few times, and then he quickly shrank back.

Han Mulin's face did not change, but his heart was like a storm and waves, churning constantly.

Doctor Mo's face suddenly seemed to be strange, a little gray, and his face was faintly covered with a layer of indifferent drops of black gas, which seemed to have a life, stretching out infinite drops of slender tentacles, showing off his might and dancing on his face. What frightened Han Mulin even more was that Dr. Mo changed his old-fashioned expression in the past, showing a fierce and resolute look, and was looking at Han Mulin with a kind of unkind of unkind eyes, and there was some sarcasm on his lips.

Han Mulin felt that the situation was a little unsatisfactory, and some apologies were wrapped around his heart, and a little sinister smell was also lingering in the house at first.

He shrewdly and tremblingly took half a step backwards, retracted his hand into his cuff and grabbed the dripping iron cylinder, and the tense nerve endings eased the slightest, and at this moment, a low mocking voice from Dr. Mo suddenly came to his ears.

"Do you dare to take out some small abacus for pretentiousness?"

Doctor Mo's body moved, and the strange drop changed from half-lying to standing, and after smiling, his body swayed, and his whole body dripped to Han Mulin like a ghost, looking at Han Mulin "hehe" and laughing.

Han Mulin's complexion changed greatly, he knew that something was wrong, and he hurriedly wanted to raise his arms high, but his body was numb and he couldn't turn.

At this moment, he saw that the opponent's five fingers were removed from the dripping acupoints on his chest.

It's so fast that I don't even trickle down to find out that my opponent is dropping out.

"Mo Lao, what are you doing here? What's wrong with the apprentice, although you always speak, why do you need to live in the apprentice's acupoint? Han Mulin could no longer maintain his former firmness at this time, and Bi Qiang smiled and said to Doctor Mo.

Doctor Mo didn't actually speak, just hammered his back a few times with one hand, and coughed lightly, looking old and weak.