Calling the area in front of you a "road" is actually somewhat unrealistic.
Because it has been overgrown with weeds, the gaps in the former gravel road are filled and occupied by weed roots, and the withered yellow grass leaves cover up the original road outline, making it no different from a wasteland.
It can only be vaguely recognized that this is a road based on the arrangement and direction of the surrounding houses.
Mo Qing stood in such a wasteland, looking at the road full of weeds and the houses that had collapsed, and suddenly an unbearable sense of familiarity arose in his heart.
The feeling was fleeting.
At that moment, Mo Qing seemed to be able to imagine the scene when the houses stood upright, the gravel path, with scattered houses on both sides, the herbs planted along the path were blooming, and the little figure was not as tall as the herbs, running on the path.
A gentle and smiling female voice shouted from behind:
"Slow down-"
The little figure turned back.
Mo Qing also turned his head.
Mo Qing was stunned by his roar.
Song Yiyuan's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and he couldn't bear it.
There are no signs that the house has been broken into.
"White..." Song Yiyuan was so surprised that he couldn't say anything, "White blood! How come it's like a plant!"
In fact, Song Yiyuan had wanted to reveal these things to Mo Qing for a long time, but he also thought that Jiang Ke had never done anything that harmed Mo Qing's interests, nor had he ever done anything to his teammates. This was Mo Qing and Jiang Ke's private matter.
So just pretend you don’t know anything.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Song Yiyuan shook his head.
At the same time, under the powerful impact, the monster was kicked away directly, and its entire body rose into the air, hitting the ruins diagonally behind it.
"..."
Mo Qing analyzed: "Maybe you are sick?"
She spoke vaguely.
Song Yiyuan: "..."
Mo Qing saw the fireball out of the corner of his eye. He raised his hand to catch it. He was not afraid of being burned by the fire. He directly caught it with his palm. When resisting the monster's attack, he used the fireball to fight back. The monster seemed to be extremely afraid of the fire. After being shaken twice, it seemed that
He screamed in fright.
"What did he do?"
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
"I don't know, I don't have much impression." Mo Qing whispered, "Maybe I have dreamed about it."
"Here."
"No matter how fast you recover, you'd better not mess around until your injury has fully recovered."
After feeding the blood to the mice, the mice were still energetic.
She frowned and turned her head to notice Song Yiyuan's solemn and serious expression. After thinking about it, she didn't argue with Song Yiyuan and just glanced at the injury on her palm.
Mo Qing didn't stop, he walked up to it quickly, took out a nylon rope from his bag, and tied up the stunned monster in a few clicks.
After Song Yiyuan finished his warning, he thought for a moment that the deterrent effect might not be enough, so he added: "Otherwise, I will file a complaint with Huos."
The flames in my palms became smaller and smaller.
Mo Qing was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked around.
!
"That's true."
"Don't worry, I won't be cruel."
His eyes fixed on a certain ruin, Mo Qing glanced at the quiet monster next to him, and said: "We won't explore today. Let's take it back. There is something I want to verify."
"Yeah." Mo Qing said, "I plan to try again."
The monster's slender body hit the half-meter-high earth wall and crashed into the ruins.
This knife is obviously deeper than the previous one.
She swung the knife and slashed the monster's arm again. When the blood seeped out again, she dipped a piece of bamboo into it.
Before Song Yiyuan could express his opinion, Mo Qing slashed the monster's arm again.
Song Yiyuan quickly stopped her: "I'll do it, I'll do it."
The fireball scared the monster to a halt. When Mo Qing's dagger swept towards it, it only had time to narrowly avoid it, but the tip of the knife still left a scratch on its abdomen.
The conditions were simple and there were not many tools. Song Yiyuan simply used a knife to perform simple disinfection. He carefully cut out the burnt flesh on Mo Qing's palm and applied the medicine from Mo Qing's small black bottle.
Wrap it with a bandage.
The wound that was originally nearly a centimeter now only has a shallow mark left.
Seeing this, Mo Qing twitched his eyebrows, sighed, stretched out his good right hand, and pulled the monster up with one hand.
Song Yiyuan looked at the monster and couldn't help but swallowed: "Are you going to take it back?"
*
When we returned to Abu's residence, it was almost noon, and the fog surrounding the village had almost dispersed.
Song Yiyuan asked curiously: "What do you want to do?"
"From afar, he was dissatisfied with your observation diary and stared at me to delete every word; from a closer perspective, the Mo family has gone from business failure to complete bankruptcy recently. Do you think he did nothing?
And he completes tasks so efficiently, haven't you ever thought about why?"
Such a visual impact immediately made Mo Qing's scalp numb, and he raised his hand to attack the monster.
Mo Qing said nothing.
Song Yiyuan jumped up and felt like his scalp was exploding.
Mo Qing pointed at the scratch on the monster's abdomen with the tip of the knife.
The pain in her left hand continued, but she didn't take it seriously, thinking that her injury would be the same as before and that it would heal soon.
Song Yiyuan's expression was tangled: "Is it too cruel?"
"..."
He said: "I'm afraid you don't know how many things he has done behind your back, right?"
Song Yiyuan nodded hastily and put away his doubts about her.
Everything is as it was when they left.
Before applying the medicine, Mo Qing's burned skin also needs to be cleaned and disinfected.
Song Yiyuan thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer, so he could only wave his torch and put the question aside for the time being.
Mo Qing didn't say a word from beginning to end.
This was the first time Mo Qing heard this.
Seeing this, Song Yiyuan's face turned completely dark.
"This can't be seen. We have to take it back and study it." Song Yiyuan rummaged around on his body and took out a small empty bottle like Tinkerbell to catch the monster's white blood.
"Bang!"
After meeting Liu Jue, she stayed with Liu Jue and her range of movement was restricted. Later, she traveled with Jiang Yan all over the country and visited many places, but she had never been here.
Mo Qing frowned: "Pay attention to your attitude."
"..."
To be honest, he was a little afraid of Jiang Ke - this man had a side to Mo Qing that made people shudder.
"Outrageous, simply outrageous." Song Yiyuan marveled, "If someone outside discovers this, they will definitely be investigated."
Mo Qing went directly to the kitchen and tied the monster to a wooden post. She looked at the monster for a while, squinted her eyes, and then took out her saber.
As a surgeon, Song Yiyuan had never seen any bloody scenes, but this scene was still difficult for him to accept.
She asked Song Yiyuan to look at the monster, and she found some ants to test the toxicity of the blood. After confirming that the ants were unharmed, she entered the house again. A quarter of an hour later, she caught a mouse for experiment.
"Right."
——This is the first time she has been yelled at by Song Yiyuan.
Song Yiyuan glared at her: "Shut up."
Song Yiyuan felt that a person who turned a blind eye to his burnt palms would have a completely different understanding of the word "ruthless" than he did.
Although Song Yiyuan had doubts, he did not refute.
She was stunned for a moment: "Isn't he very capable?"
He was afraid that Mo Qing would use her injured hand to avoid further aggravating the injury.
Open your mouth and bite the cork of the glass bottle to open it, and pour the kerosene in the bottle onto the rag.
"Ouch——"
Can--
Song Yiyuan was still thinking about Mo Qing's words. When he saw the sudden appearance of the monster, he was stunned for a while before reacting.
Let him go.
In fact, she really had no impression of this place.
The fleeting feeling of familiarity before was gone now.
She said: "Small injury."
"Mo Qing, your hands!"
Mo Qing said without batting an eyelid: "What we are doing now is no different."
Seeing Song Yiyuan taking out all the bottles and checking them one by one, Mo Qing sighed and reminded: "Black bottles are specially used to treat trauma."
Song Yiyuan, who discovered that Mo Qing had not thrown away the fireball, could not help but widen his pupils and shouted at Mo Qing.
——The monster’s self-healing ability is ridiculously strong.
When Song Yiyuan saw it, he was a little nervous and confused. He hesitated and asked: "What are you going to do?"
Seeing that it wanted to run away, Mo Qing had no intention of letting it go this time.
Unfortunately, the monster healed too quickly. He only took a few drops and the monster stopped bleeding.
Later, Song Yiyuan donated his kerosene and cloth, found a stick on the ground and made a torch, and successfully subdued the monster who was afraid of fire.
Mo Qing scanned around, looking for the presence of other small creatures.
This is too sloppy.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Is Abu really domesticated and accustomed to human life?
"If you can't find the answer to the question, just leave it open for now." Mo Qing replied nonchalantly.
"Hey, it's really afraid of fire." Song Yiyuan was a little proud, but then he became worried again, "But why isn't Abu afraid?"
"What a small injury! You can eat it with cumin sprinkled on it!" Song Yiyuan cursed with a dark face, then pinched Mo Qing's wrist and went to check the injury on Mo Qing's palm.
After a moment of silence, Song Yiyuan could only move aside consciously, took Mo Qing's backpack, and followed quietly.
But the topic had just been brought up, so he inevitably mentioned a few words.
Seeing that Mo Qing was getting anxious while fighting the monster, he quickly took out a balled up rag and a glass bottle from his pocket.
When walking back, the monster was actually very uncooperative. Mo Qing used force to threaten him, but it was useless.
"Try to see if it's poisonous."
Mo Qing wanted to remind him that he was his subordinate at the moment, but then he thought about it and found it boring, so he didn't say anything again.
Mo Qing jumped up, swept his long legs, and kicked the monster in the temple with his toes.
"Many plants will exude white latex after being cut, the most typical ones are rubber trees, banyan trees, oleanders..." Song Yiyuan said, "In short, there are many, and some are poisonous."
"..."
Mo Qing thought for a while and then said: "Maybe I have been to a similar place and my memory is confused... After all, the architecture in this area is a common style a hundred years ago."
Mo Qing was startled, then lowered his head and glanced at her left hand.
It's as if it never existed at all.
"That's my attitude. If you have the ability to complain, go ahead and complain -" Midway through his words, Song Yiyuan suddenly thought of something and started to sneer, "Hey, I'm not your teacher anymore. I can have whatever attitude I want."
"whispering sound."
He wanted to help Mo Qing do something, even if it was to tie up the monster, but Mo Qing ignored him at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and tied the nylon rope into a tight knot.
Her speed was so fast that Song Yiyuan couldn't see clearly, but the speed of the monster was almost the same. The movements of the two fighting each other left afterimages in Song Yiyuan's eyes, making it difficult to capture.
"plant?"
Mo Qing said it without thinking.
Mo Qing gave him a cold look with disdain.
After a rough test, Mo Qing made a judgment: "It should not be poisonous."
The wound is also healing.
The blood stained flesh on the nylon rope was particularly glaring.
So when he pulled the rope, not only did he fail to pull the monster up, he almost stumbled and fell.
"...Forget it." Song Yiyuan choked, "But you know, sometimes you can take shortcuts to achieve the same goal, but it's just a little bit invisible."
Mo Qing looked at him strangely.
"He wouldn't make such a fuss."
How can anyone heal so quickly?!
Song Yiyuan stared at the scratch for a long time: "I remember that the cut was quite deep, right?"
The monster burst out with a scream.
As she spoke, she pulled the rope that bound the monster.
At the same time, he took out a lighter and lit the rag on fire.
Although the monster is thin, it is taller than him, and its weight is not at the same level as him. His physical fitness is above average in the human field, but compared with the monster, it is not worth mentioning.
Song Yiyuan forcibly changed the subject: "You just said... you have been here before, what happened? You were here a hundred years ago?"
"Tsk."
Feeling the stinging pain in his palm, Mo Qing's expression became colder and colder. He held the handle of the knife with his other hand and immediately dodged to block the monster's path.
Mo Qing gradually frowned.
The more Song Yiyuan continued, the more he frowned: "But I have never seen any animal with white blood."
Seeing this, Song Yiyuan coughed lightly and said, "Of course, it is undeniable that he puts your interests first."
Mo Qing only paused for two seconds before slashing the monster's arm.
Soon, the wound on its abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mo Qing looked slightly cold: "Do you know who you are questioning?"
Mo Qing asked naturally: "Why else would we catch it?"
This is indeed the case.
The rag immediately turned into a ball of fire.
Song Yiyuan was stunned.
Her eyes narrowed, and while intimidating the monster with fireballs, she began to attack the monster with all her strength, punching to the flesh without any reservation.
But her hand was severely burned. When she pulled her hand on the nylon rope, the skin, flesh and blood were stained on it.
"Are you crazy?! You can't feel pain?!" Song Yiyuan suddenly shouted, with a rare serious look on his face.
There is no sign of Abu coming back.
"Does it work?" Song Yiyuan picked up the small black bottle.
However, the monster's skin was rough and fleshy. Mo Qing's knife only slightly cut its skin, but no blood was seen. Within half a minute, its wound healed on its own.
Sensing Mo Qing's indifference, Song Yiyuan snorted and threw the tools into his backpack.
A slender figure suddenly came into view, looking straight up to his abdomen. The strange bluish skin was full of wrinkles, but the texture and texture were extremely clear. Suddenly, the tall monster leaned down and suddenly approached Mo Qing, slender
The red eyes suddenly looked into Mo Qing's eyes, and those eyes were filled with coldness.
He sighed and was about to say something when he suddenly noticed Mo Qing's burned left hand, and he couldn't help but feel a little sulky: "What did you just do?! Look at your hand!"
Song Yiyuan called out to Mo Qing and threw the fireball in Mo Qing's direction.
He had the wound medicine given to him by Mo Qing, so he took out the bottles and jars from his pocket regardless of the incapacitated monster next to him.
"My body recovers quickly," Mo Qing said nonchalantly, "This injury can be healed in a day at most."
Song Yiyuan was dumbfounded: "This is too..." It goes against common sense!
It was about a centimeter deep, but it had just pierced its skin, and not even blood seeped out.
Mo Qing didn't pay attention at all.
"Old Ancestor, this is no longer the past. We modern people are spoiled and spoiled. If you get hurt, you will die or live. You have been awake for more than a year, and you haven't followed the Romans?" Song Yiyuan muttered, "You were injured like this.
, it can’t be dismissed with a light word... Do you believe that if Jiang Ke knew that it was me who threw the fireball for you, he could secretly hinder me for half a year? "
The skin on the arm is a little thinner than that on the abdomen. Once the knife was cut and the flesh was exposed, "liquid" soon flowed out of the wound...
But now, the bandage on the palm was soaked with blood and turned red.
Mo Qing was surprised.
What's going on?
Didn't the injuries she suffered... always heal quickly?
