Wang Siyan paused, recalled the incident, and then said:

"Oh, that time the doctor also took away a large fragment from my nasal bone. Logically speaking, no matter what, I couldn't restore my original appearance, but then I got better for no reason... When the X-ray was taken,

The bone that should have been gone has grown."

At this point, Wang Siyan stopped in time. In fact, she hadn't finished speaking yet.

Since then, she has been very bold in fighting. Basically, she doesn't care about broken fingers. She heals them in three days, and the doctor heals them in one day.

The doctor took a breath: "Interesting, the special constitution is a symptom that only occurs when the alienation is severe."

"Ah... no, I was just in kindergarten at the time, and some bastard threw a rubber lead put in my face."

"Oh, just think you are weird." The doctor continued to operate.

As the operation progressed, Wang Siyan felt as if he had some sensation below his waist. Although it was slight, the broken connection was indeed established.

Wang Siyan's eyes lit up, thinking that it was indeed a 50 million operation! Well worth the money!

She heard the sound of various metals rubbing against her back, guessing that the doctor was working hard on the surgical relics. After an unknown period of time, the sound slowly stopped, and then she heard a long breath coming from behind the gas mask.

"alright."

"So fast?!"

"I said that I am a professional. If I can't reach this level with spells, relics, and costume special effects, it will discredit my career in the first half of my life." The doctor said.

Wang Siyan blinked and asked curiously: "Doctor, why do your clothes match your profession so well?"

"It's just a coincidence. Just like you, you shouldn't be a slut in reality."

"I... of course I am." Wang Siyan said, "If I hadn't been unable to straighten my back now, I could have used my body to pay back the medical fees~"

She broke out in a cold sweat. She was so close to saying something that went against her character. It was so dangerous!

Did this guy mean to make fun of him? Or was he just complaining unintentionally? Wang Siyan wasn't sure.

"Your body is not as good as fifty million." The doctor said, "When people get old, they have long lost that interest."

"But your voice is obviously very young."

"Appearance."

The bed under Wang Siyan was pushed to a large area behind the abandoned school building. There were many patients lying on the hospital beds. These, like her, were all patients who needed long-term care.

Except for the fact that these people wore strange clothes while recuperating, this place was no different from an ordinary inpatient hospital.

"Have a good rest. It's safe here. I'll come over in the evening to change your dressing." The doctor said casually.

"Wait a minute, my waist... how long will it take for it to heal?"

"A month or two." The doctor said without turning around.

Wang Siyan's expression under the mask became more and more irritable. He couldn't do anything for a month or two. It was too bad. He didn't know what would happen to Zhou Ming during this period.

She still had to find a chance to go out and make a phone call with Zhang Wei, and this had to be done as soon as possible.

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When Zhou Ming opened his eyes, he found that he was in the car.

He originally thought he would be at the opponent's base when he woke up, but he ended up waking up halfway.

It is very difficult to capture an intact conjurer alive, because it is difficult to effectively imprison the conjurer's actions using conventional restraint methods. Therefore, as long as the conjurer is willing to resist, there will only be two results in the end: breaking free from the restraints

, or seriously injured and losing combat effectiveness.

Zhou Ming straightened up with difficulty. In order not to be anesthetized, he deliberately froze his blood during the battle. At this moment, the flesh on his back was numb and he had no intuition. This was an extended off-road vehicle, and his hands and feet were handcuffed.

But he doubted the firmness of the handcuffs.

The highest level of spells that can be mass-produced is B-level, while A-level requires a large number of clergy to pray for a long time. Spells above A-level can almost only be taken from weird people, and it is difficult to make them by relying on the faith and prayers of clergy.

Because even clergy cannot produce strong enough emotions.

Transcendent A Grade items are often produced when humans are immersed in crazy and extreme emotions.

The car was parked on a sand dune. Under the moonlight, tumbleweeds rolled across the sand. The back door of the car was open. Zhou Ming could even jump out of the car from here.

He saw Qingsheng and Situ Xun standing outside. In front of them lay a huge corpse, like a collapsed hill.

That was the body of the bear man. He had frozen to death, his blood had seeped into the ground, dried by the scorching sun during the day, and the smell of participation was blown away by the cold wind of the night.

Zhou Ming sat up and complained to the two people in a normal tone: "The temperature difference between day and night in Lighthouse Country is really big."

When Qingsheng heard Zhou Ming's voice, he turned around angrily and walked towards Zhou Ming with a ferocious face.

"I'm going to kill you!" Qingsheng roared.

He rushed in front of Zhou Ming, and just as his raised fist was about to fall, a sharp ice pick suddenly stabbed out of Zhou Ming's body and pointed directly at Qingsheng's throat!

The moment the ice pick was about to touch Qingsheng, the ice pick shattered into pieces...and then Qingsheng bounced far away under a huge pulling force, and fell into the sand like a dog chewing mud.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck!" Qingsheng yelled angrily with a cry.

Situ Xun stood there and looked at Qingsheng who was emotionally broken, and said coldly: "Don't get close to him. When he wakes up, keep a distance of twenty meters from him."

Qingsheng got up from the ground, looked at Zhou Ming with red eyes, and then knelt on the ground again, beating the sand and crying loudly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

During the day, Qingsheng seemed to be calmer than Situ Xun, but in fact it was Situ Xun who was always calm, otherwise he would not have become their leader.

The death of his two companions directly broke through Qingsheng's pressure limit. Zhou Ming cut his last string with a casual word.

Zhou Ming looked at Xiong Nan's body and almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he knew that Wang Siyan had successfully escaped.

His complaint just now was also a kind of test, testing the bottom line of the Reform Club people towards him.

Judging from the performance of these kidnappers in various aspects, the Reform Club attaches great importance to him, but the reason is not known.

As Ping Xingyue said, some things can only be seen in detail if you get close enough.

As long as he is not killed, Zhou Ming is not worried about not being able to escape. After all, the place at the Masquerade... really gives people the feeling of a super cheat, and it can be used anywhere.

In the sand dunes of Sanyang Village, he and Wang Siyan never worried about running out of food.

Similarly, even if he is imprisoned in the most heavily guarded prison, he is not afraid that he will not be able to get out, unless it is an alien space like the corpse mountain space.
Chapter completed!