Mo Mansion, dungeon

Unlike everyone's random speculations, Mo Juren's mind was not focused on the secular struggle at this time. On the contrary, he had more important things to do, and did experiments.

That's right, and it's an inhuman human experiment.

The dungeon gate is protected by Iron Slave, and only Mo Juren and Wu Jianming with a terrified look on their faces are left inside.

"What are you going to do, don't come over..."

Somehow, when I saw the other person's smile-like expression, I always felt extremely strange, as if something extremely terrifying was about to happen, and it was still happening to me.

Mo Juren ignored it and approached it and pointed it directly, sealed the other party's acupoints, and then placed it flat on the ground.

He took out a black bag in his hand, and after opening it, a row of dense silver needles of varying lengths appeared. As a miraculous doctor, he was naturally extremely skilled in using silver needles. After a dazzling operation, the big acupoints in the other party's body were inserted all over the other party's body.

"Your surnamed Mo is also considered the leader of the sect. If you want to kill, kill. Don't use such shameful means..." Wu Jianming's fear became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but scold him loudly.

Mo Juren still ignored it, his expression began to become solemn, and the next step was the most critical step. If it could be achieved, everyone would be happy. If it failed, there would be only one way left, and it would be the most dangerous way.

No longer hesitated, he took out a sharp knife in his hand and gently cut a hole in the vein vein on the back of the other person's hand. Suddenly, bright red blood slowly flowed out.

Immediately afterwards, he also slashed his palm, and then immediately pressed his fingers tightly at the back of the other person's hand, and at the same time mobilized the magic power in his body to force his blood into the other person's body.

After a series of actions, Mo Juren stopped doing anything else, and just silently injected blood while observing the other party's reaction.

The difference is that Wu Jianming was a little dumbfounded at this time and was extremely frightened. He didn't understand what the other party was doing, what was the purpose of pouring blood into his body?

Soon, he had no time to think about these things, and he felt that the heart suddenly began to itch, as if something was corroding. Moreover, as time passed, the feeling of this corrosion became stronger and stronger, and eventually developed into pain, severe pain, which was worse than death.

"Ah...Mo Juren, you are just a demon... kill me... kill me... ah..."

No matter how the other party scolded him, Mo Juren ignored him and continued to mobilize his magic power to continue infusion. Until after about an hour, the other party's voice became weaker and weaker, and his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

He knew in his heart that Wu Jianming should have reached his limit at this time, so he let go of his palm and cut off the perfusion of blood. He calculated silently in his mind that he had deliberately suppressed his speed just now, and the delivery volume should be only about 100 ml. After all, it is not ordinary blood. If he is too much, he is afraid that the other party will not be able to bear it, and he will not be able to bear it.

Mo Juren carefully observed the change in his expression while following the other person's pulse. From the beginning of his angry and insults, he was already a little weak and extremely weak.

He frowned and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. Judging from his pulse alone, the other party was already terminally ill. He raised his hand to touch the other party's forehead. The temperature was very high and it was a little hot.

Time passed little by little, as he was worried, Wu Jianming was in a bad condition.

"What caused it?" Mo Juren fell into deep thought.

The blood type problem? It is impossible. The natives in the game monster hunting continent are directly fused with monster bloodlines. They are completely different species and can succeed differently.

Although he himself was refined through a blood vessel transformation furnace, the final fusion of blood was still not ordinary blood, which had long exceeded the scope of blood type.

Therefore, it cannot be due to the blood type.

But, besides the blood type, what other possibilities are there? Could it be that the amount of blood injected at one time is still too much, exceeding the limit of the other party's endurance? Or it is a conflict of bloodline attributes. After all, all rules in the mortal world are based on the five elements, and the possibility of this is higher...

Countless inspirations emerged in his mind, giving him the idea of ​​doing another experiment. However, this idea was wiped out by him in an instant.

It is not suitable at the moment. After all, there is only one experimental subject, and it will be completely useless if you do it.

After packing up everything, he immediately walked out of the dungeon. As for Wu Jianming, he had to do his best to treat him, and he could also observe for a while. After all, a warrior who has cultivated his internal strength has strong vitality, and maybe he can recover after a while.

In the following days, Mo Juren spent almost all his time in the dungeon except for practicing, fulfilling and busy.

As for the matters in the Jingjiao Association, I have left them to several ladies. They have been managing them over the years, but now with his backbone as the backbone, I am more comfortable in doing things.

In the past, the Jingjiao would be filled with sand, and the branches fought for the benefit of the continuous internal struggle, leaving too many problems.

Now that Mo Juren has returned, everything is different. The fourth wife Yan and the fifth wife Wang have joined forces to start to carry out drastic rectification within the gang. The two of them are both open and secret, comforting what should be comforting and removing what should be removed. In the past half month, the entire gang has been thoroughly sorted out.

At this time, the Jingjiao Society has been reborn and its strength is even more powerful than the past. In a vague way, the shadow of the strongest gang in Jiayuan City has once again. Of course, after all, after so many years of loss, it is unrealistic to restore the status of the three overlords of Lanzhou in the past. When it comes to the most fundamental interests, it is impossible for them to agree whether it is the Five Color Gate or the Duzhu Villa.

While practicing, Mo Juren was busy experimenting, and occasionally paid attention to the situation of the Jingjiao Society. He knew that everything was developing in a good direction, and he was completely relieved. As for the future development of the Jingjiao Society, he actually didn't care. It would be great to keep it at the moment. If it expanded again, it would be a bit swagger, which might cause unnecessary trouble and would not be worth the loss.

His cultivation speed was still very fast, comparable to Han Li of Krypton medicine. He broke through again not long after, reaching the sixth level of Qi training.

During this period, Han Li came to him once, and his realm also improved, and he had reached the seventh level of Qi training. At this time, Mo Juren understood that the other party was coming to him to fulfill his promise.

When I first became a disciple, I would teach the other party the subsequent martial arts and some magic. It was just that because I had not reached the previous state, I never spoke.

Mo Juren naturally would not break his promise and gave it to the other party directly. However, the skills were only seventh and eighth, and some basic spells. In this regard, he also explained to the other party that there are only these skills with wood attributes, and they can be completed in a year later.

There is a metallic "Golden Light Art", which comes from Master Jin Light, and has a complete thirteen-level martial arts. Unfortunately, the other party does not have metallic spiritual roots and cannot practice at all.

Han Li was not depressed either. Anyway, it would be enough now. It was not long in a year, and it passed in the blink of an eye.

The only thing that gave him a little headache was that he didn't know where he did something wrong and offended his junior sister Mo Caihuan. During this period, the other party always picked him up intentionally or unintentionally, as if he had owe her for some lifetime.

As a senior brother, I gave her a bottle of Yingxiang Pills a while ago. Isn’t it good enough? When I received the gift, I smiled and turned around and couldn’t remember it at all?
Chapter completed!