"Um."

Xiao Chen looked at Zhao Laomo, how should he recover?

Too difficult.

Even with his medical skills, he could not do it.

"Brother Chen, is the wood spirit useless?"

Bai Ye asked something when he thought of it.

"The essence of wood contains infinite vitality, but it has little effect on the recovery of the dantian and meridians."

Xiao Chen shook his head.

Just as they were talking, the old demon Zhao woke up slowly.

When he saw Xiao Chen, his eyes turned red.

He is ruined.

All cultivation is ruined!

"Third brother... I've become a useless person."

Old Demon Zhao whispered.

"Nothing can be said, how could it be a useless person?"

Xiao Chen shook his head.

"At most, they are ordinary people, not waste people... Why, ordinary people are waste people?"

"Can……"

What does Zhao Laomo want to say?

"I know what you think, I can't accept it for a while, and I can understand it."

Xiao Chen interrupted Zhao Laomo.

"Old Zhao, I will ask you one thing, are you not afraid of death, but you are afraid of losing all your martial arts and becoming an ordinary person?"

"I'm not afraid of death, but I'm still unacceptable to losing all my martial arts than killing me."

Old Demon Zhao shook his head and said.

"Then let me ask you one more thing. Are you willing to use your cultivation to exchange for your deep revenge on the sea of ​​blood?"

Xiao Chen looked at Zhao Laomo and said seriously.

"willing."

Old Mo Zhao nodded without thinking.
Chapter completed!