This is too sloppy.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Song Yiyuan looked at the monster and couldn't help but swallowed: "Are you going to take it back?"

"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?"

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.

"My body recovers very quickly," Mo Qing said nonchalantly, "This injury can be healed in a day at most."

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 blood stained flesh on the nylon rope was particularly glaring.

Mo Qing said it without thinking.

The more Song Yiyuan continued, the more he frowned: "But I have never seen any animal with white blood."

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.

Soon, the wound on its abdomen healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In fact, she really had no impression of this place.

She spoke vaguely.

Mo Qing didn't pay attention 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."

His eyes were fixed on a certain ruin, and 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 confirm."

"boom!"

"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?"

"Mo Qing, your hands!"

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.

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.

"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.

How can anyone heal so quickly?!

Mo Qing analyzed: "Maybe you are sick?"

So when he pulled the rope, not only did he fail to pull the monster up, he almost stumbled and fell.

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.

"..."

Song Yiyuan: "..."

"He wouldn't make such a fuss."

The rag immediately turned into a ball of fire.

He said: "I'm afraid you don't know how many things he has done behind your back, right?"

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.

Seeing this, Mo Qing twitched his eyebrows, sighed, stretched out his good right hand, and pulled the monster up with one hand.

Song Yiyuan felt that a person who turned a blind eye to his burnt palms had a completely different understanding of the word "ruthless" than he did.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Mo Qing only paused for two seconds before slashing the monster's arm.

"Yeah." Mo Qing said, "I plan to try again."

Seeing this, Song Yiyuan coughed lightly and said, "Of course, it is undeniable that he puts your interests first."

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.

Can--

"Are you crazy?! You can't feel pain?!" Song Yiyuan suddenly shouted, with a rare serious look on his face.

"What did he do?"

"Tsk."

She said: "Small injury."

Mo Qing jumped up, swept his long legs, and kicked the monster in the temple with his toes.

Mo Qing looked at him strangely.

"That's true."

Song Yiyuan, who discovered that Mo Qing had not thrown away the fireball, couldn't help but widen his pupils and shouted at Mo Qing.

Sensing Mo Qing's indifference, Song Yiyuan snorted and threw the tools into his backpack.

After feeding the blood to the mice, the mice were still energetic.

Song Yiyuan's eyelids twitched when he saw it, and he couldn't bear it.

Mo Qing didn't say a word from beginning to end.

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.

The wound that was originally nearly a centimeter now only has a shallow mark left.

He was afraid that Mo Qing would use her injured hand to avoid further aggravating the injury.

Mo Qing looked slightly cold: "Do you know who you are questioning?"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

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!"

Mo Qing was stunned by his roar.

But her hand was severely burned. When she pulled her hand on the nylon rope, the skin, flesh and blood were stained on it.

"Ouch——"

"...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."

When walking back, the monster was actually very uncooperative. Mo Qing used force to threaten him, but it was useless.

"whispering sound."

As a surgeon, Song Yiyuan had never seen any bloody scenes, but this scene was still difficult for him to accept.

Before Song Yiyuan could express his opinion, Mo Qing slashed the monster's arm again.

!

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...

"No matter how fast you recover, you'd better not mess around until your injury has fully recovered."

Seeing this, Song Yiyuan's face turned completely dark.

Seeing Song Yiyuan take out all the bottles and jars and check them one by one, Mo Qing sighed and reminded: "Black bottles are specially used to treat trauma."

"Here."

But the topic had just been brought up, so he inevitably mentioned a few words.

Mo Qing said nothing.

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.

——The monster’s self-healing ability is ridiculously strong.

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.

Everything is as it was when they left.

"plant?"

But now, the bandage on the palm was soaked with blood and turned red.

Mo Qing was surprised.

what happened?

The injuries she suffered...didn't they always heal quickly?
Chapter completed!