Seeing Mo Weimin's expression on his face, Mo Weimin suddenly burst into laughter.

"You were only three years old at that time, and you were in great pain. I saw it with my own eyes and felt very happy!"

He laughed wildly without restraint, but after only two laughs, he was flooded with all the sounds by the rushing black paint.

The mouth, nose, and eyes were filled with black and sticky substances, and the suffocation and darkness made Mo Weimin start to twitch continuously.

Seeing the man who had been a couple for many years rolling and squirming on the ground like a black silkworm pupae, Han Dan exclaimed, shaking like a sieve.

She said she would not agree at the beginning. They were just Mu Puppets. As long as Ping An raised the holy puppet she was responsible for, once she could be selected, Mu Puppets would be recalled by the family.

Mo Weimin said that it was the only place among dozens or even hundreds of people who robbed the only place, and he didn't dare to gamble.

After many years, Han Dan still remembers the tragic tragedy of the little child when he was cut off his entire spine and pulled away the spiritual bones. Mo Yu howled heart-wrenchingly. The person who pulled the spiritual bones was just accusing him of being quarrel and threw a spell.

The three-year-old child was so painful that his eyes were about to pop out, but he couldn't even make the most basic whiskers. The sweat beads as big as beans rolled down one by one. After pulling out the spiritual bones, Mo Yan was like the ones fished out of the water.

"Do not worry, this useless holy puppet will not appear in Guling Mo's family alive. This matter is known to heaven and earth, you and I."

A talisman ring was thrown next to Mo Yan who had fainted. There were 500 red chalcedony beads inside, equivalent to one thousand white chalcedony beads.

In recent years, their cultivation has not declined but has improved, because of these mastoid beads.

"You let me go, let me go, it's really not me, it's him, it's him who insisted on agreeing to those people. I don't want to!" Han Dan cried pitifully and was very skillful in throwing the blame.

Mo Yan seemed to have a little balance in his heart. For a possible opportunity for survival or advancement, a couple of couples who have been in conflict with each other for a possible opportunity to survive or advance, so he was sacrificed and his spiritual bones were removed. Isn’t it normal for him to be sacrificed?

But why does his chest hurt so much?

It hurts really, really painful.

Mo Wu looked at Han Dan, who was desperate and frightened for the last time. She should have noticed something from her indifference.

"Don't kill me, don't kill..."

Mo Wu waved his hand, and soon, the nameless material as dark as ink buried Han Dan.

He was not their child, and he did not ask them to raise him, and they raised him just to compete for the qualification to be a puppet in the future.

Even so, the man and woman who were inferior to pigs and dogs did not let him go. They squeezed away Mo's last value in exchange for the opportunity to return to the family.

It’s ridiculous that Mo Wu had imagined the reasons for them to leave without saying goodbye countless times, helping them find excuses to abandon themselves.

Even when he heard Mo Ku's words at Gaojiafen and had doubts about his life experience, Mo Wu was still grateful to the men and women for raising him.

Sometimes giving birth to kindness only requires a moment of passion and indulgence and ten months of pregnancy, while raising grace requires decades or even a lifetime of endless concern and dedication.

Mo Yan always feels that he cannot grow up safely without them.

Thinking about it now, it's so stupid and ridiculous. If they hadn't been concerned about the Mo family, they might have sent Mo to reincarnation every minute. They hated him for implicating his path to immortal cultivation.

"Why do you have to deceive yourself? You must know in your heart that we are all abandoned people, otherwise whose parents would give their children the name of us? Mosquito, worm pupa, cockroach? What your parents should know more about you than me..."

In an instant, Mo Wu remembered what Mo Hui once said, yes, they knew the best about what they were like.

Mo Ye wanted to laugh a little. They even wanted to name themselves with the dead man's mouth, but they thought the meaning was too good, so they finally chose to be a mosquito that could not survive for seven days.

Unfortunately, this mosquito is still alive, and they...

Mo Yan looked at the two protruding balls on the ground, and his expression suddenly became sarcastic and cold.

He didn't waste much time here, not only because people outside may have tracked it down, but also because the spider's original green background color faded little by little in his mind. This may mean that his summoned beast has a time limit.

And he still has one last thing that has not been completed.

Mo Jae ordered the spider to dig out all the spider eggs on the ground. This is a temporary collection mission issued by Void Island.

After all the spider eggs were collected and handed over, Mo Yan did not extract the task reward when he received the notification of completion of the task, but ordered the spider to carry himself to quickly run to the exit of the cave, and then let the spider poke the healed wound at the position where the chest was originally injured and inject a small amount of toxins.

So, when the leader of their group found Mo Yan, his entire clothes were covered with his own blood. Because of poisoning, his lips were black and purple and his limbs were paralyzed, which was just like a corpse. He could basically sit and wait for the food to be served with a fig leaf.

The leader's entourage flipped Mo Yan's eyes, put his veins again, then took out a purple-black pill and stuffed it into Mo Yan's mouth, and then skillfully put his two fingers together in front of Mo Yan and constantly outlined some symbols.

A fluorescent light flashed a moment, and Mo only felt a warm air flow spread from his lower abdomen to his whole body little by little. When the air flow rushed to his throat, Mo Fu couldn't help but "chuck".

"He woke up! He woke up!" A female team member shouted: "Peng Lin is really amazing!"

Opening his hazy and tired eyes, Mo Yan wanted to stretch out his trembling hands like on TV and twitch his dry lips and scream: "Shui, water..."

It seems that this is more vivid, but he is really not thirsty at all. Not only is he not thirsty, he even wants to jump up and run for two laps.

Mo Jae rubbed his eyes, and when he saw clearly that the few teammates in front of him were his teammates and the one who had danced before was the respected worship leader, he was extremely surprised. He pointed to the direction of the cave with his trembling fingers, twitched his dry lips and said, "Hurry, save them...spiders...very powerful!"

Jimimi silently recalled the scene just now in her mind, and once again affirmed that she fully portrayed an ordinary team member who was extremely worried about her teammates but warned everyone.

The worshiper was a cautious person. He took out something like a kick from his arms and threw it high into the air.

Then order the team members to find an open space to rest.

No one spoke, and the expression on each team member's face was worried.

Mo Wu counted it. The original team of ten people is now ragged and ragged, with a half price cut, and he has only five people who have just been rescued.
Chapter completed!