"That's right."

"I chose you as my heir, not to kill you."

"When we wake up, we chat together, communicate and communicate feelings, why are we always pretending to be dizzy here."

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren with a smile, and then pointed to the chair on the side: "Sit down and talk, the ground is cold, and it is easy to catch a cold." ”

Zongren looked at his miserable legs, as well as his body that was weak due to hunger, and finally his eyes fell on Yu Mo.

"Don't you give this face?"

Yu Mo's smile gradually retracted, and he looked at Zong Ren with a smile, and his tone was a little cold.

"What the light group wants is to have a tough personality and not be afraid of hardships and dangers."

"If I'm disappointed in you..."

Before Yu Mo's words could speak, Zong Ren took a deep breath, supported the ground with his hands, turned over violently, and then climbed a few meters on the ground, grabbed the chair, supported himself with his hands, and slumped on the chair again.

Only a few meters away, Zong Ren was already sweating profusely and panting.

"That's right!"

"I'm the former head of the Light Group, and you're the next head of the Light Group."

"So we're equal."

"You sit on the ground, and I sit on a chair, like words?"

"When I say it, others still think that I am bullying you, suppressing newcomers, and holding the rights of the light group and not wanting to let go."

Yu Mo nodded with satisfaction, his tone became gentle again, and he pushed the wheelchair by the way, getting closer: "You see, my leg is just injured, but my leg is gone." ”

"It's not good."

"Inheritance is a thorough inheritance."

"Or..."

Yu Mo's gaze fell on Zong Ren's lap as if nothing was there.

Zong Ren inexplicably felt a little chill all over his body, shook his head decisively, and looked serious: "What is inherited is the spirit, it is the inheritance, there is no need to inherit the body!" ”

"Tsk..."

Yu Mo shook his head regretfully and stopped talking.

"Your first mission, successfully completed."

"Now, Warrior, please go on a second mission!"

His expression gradually became serious, and he even looked a little hot.

Zong Ren was stunned.

I was really confused.

Last night, I just completed the first task in the face of the pain of life and death.

The injury is not healed yet, and it is difficult to walk.

This is the second task?

Crazy!

The Hoho people are not so hoho!

His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't take his eyes off the man in front of him who was sitting in a wheelchair with a devilish smile on his face, and he was a little speechless for a while.

"My injuries are not healed yet, and I can't walk."

Zongren pointed to his leg.

"Oh, that's easy."

The smile on Yu Mo's face remained unchanged, and he turned his head and shouted out of the door again.

Recently, Yu Mo's words seem to be the truth to Confucianism, and every time he sounds, he feels full of harvest, so the moment Yu Mo's voice fell, Confucius rushed to the room and looked at Yu Mo expectantly.

"I'm sorry you can help him treat his leg."

"He's had a lot of pain in his leg and he's been severely troubled by it, and if you can help him with the pain, he'll be grateful to you."

Yu Mo pointed to Zong Ren's leg and said in a gentle voice.

Confucian Sheng subconsciously looked at it, and after observing it for a few seconds, he smiled confidently: "This is easy to do, it can be cured in a while!" ”

As he spoke, Confucius directly rolled up his sleeves, and his hands were full of energy.

Zongren looked at Confucius's hands and was stunned for a moment, as if he thought of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and when he looked at Confucius, his eyes were already full of shock, and he wanted to say something.

But when looking at Yu Mo, who was smiling and silent behind Confucius, Zong Ren forcibly held back the words in his mouth and didn't dare to speak.

"Seniors, you don't need to completely cure it."

"Just half of it."

"In this way, his impression will be given to you twice, and your incense will be more."

Yu Mo sat behind Confucius and spoke softly.

Confucian Sheng's eyes lit up: "Yes, that's the case!" ”

"Although I can't hurt him myself and treat him again."

"But I can divide it into several courses while helping to heal!"

"You can make a lot more money this way!"

"Or are you smart!"

Confucius was a little surprised, turned around and looked at Yu Mo and praised him, just rubbing his hands and walking towards Zong Ren excitedly, trying to maintain a somewhat crazy smile on his face.

Of course, in the eyes of Confucian himself, this smile is very friendly.

"This... Terran. ”

"Rest assured, I'm very kind, I'm a good person."

"Please let me help you!"

Confucianism is getting closer and closer to Zongren.

If Zongren hadn't seen the world himself, wandering between life and death many times, he would have been frightened by this scene a long time ago.

Confucian Sheng's hands were spread out and slowly touched Zong Ren's legs.

Energy surges.

Wisps of violent energy ran down Zongren's skin and into his veins, flowing through the meridians of his legs.

Yes, this energy is not gentle at all!

It's very manic!

Obviously, before the loss of memory, Confucianism took a route that was not so friendly.

This kind of pain was even far greater than when he stopped the bleeding for the rest of his life yesterday, and even a person like Zongren, who was accustomed to enduring pain, couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

The most difficult thing is that when the energy stimulates the nerves, it has become a luxury for him to even faint.

Confucius looked at Zong Ren's appearance, was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yu Mo with some doubts: "Am I... The treatment is not the right one. ”

"He seemed to be in pain."

Yu Mo was also a little amazed when he sat on the side, but he shook his head without hesitation: "No, senior, he is enjoying it!" ”

"Have fun!"

"From his meeting with you yesterday, you should be able to guess that he loves this pain."

"Otherwise, I won't let you destroy his legs!"

"If you don't believe me, feel it carefully..."

"Isn't there the smell of incense wafting in the air?"

Yu Mo's words were extremely sincere.

Confucius was stunned for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes in surprise: "I feel it, and sure enough, he is very grateful to me!" ”

After getting the correct answer, Confucius increased the amount of energy again.

And Yu Mo looked at this scene thoughtfully.

"So..."

"Is his awakening an idealist..."

"As long as you are firm in your heart, you can see and even feel..."

"Self-brainwashing, self-strengthening..."

"It is worthy of the awakening of the Nine Senses."

For a while, Yu Mo looked at the back of Confucian Sheng and was full of amazement.