From Wu Mo's point of view, in the scolding battle between him and the injured woman, the other party did not say a word in the end. After all, he had the upper hand, and he suddenly felt much happier.
With the joy of victory, he lowered his head and grinned, and gently wiped it on the black handprints.
The ointment entered his skin, bringing with it bits and pieces of coolness, turning into wisps of fine threads and seeping into his body.
Wu Mo closed his eyelids slightly, holding on to his strength, and began to breathe in a specific rhythm.
As a native who strives to be a warrior, although he doesn't know where the road is, he also understands the general direction, which is nothing more than practicing the breath internally and the muscles, bones and skin externally.
What guided Wu Mo Nei to practice breathing was an ancestral book. In other words, he was a person with a mind.
The so-called mind methods mostly refer to methods of refining qi.
It's just that Wu Moqin has been practicing for ten years, but he feels that there is no improvement at all. Compared with those incompetent ancestors, he is not much better.
However, by accident, Wu Mo discovered that his useless mentality was a perfect match for this ointment. At that time, he had imagined in his mind that the cultivation of warriors was also related to these external objects.
The ointment was obtained purely by chance, and the quantity was too small to allow him to squander it. Besides, he was concerned about the life-saving power of the ointment, and he thought that he might not be able to find out why, so he just thought about it without making too many ideas.
As Wu Mo breathed out, he clearly felt the coolness flowing through his flesh and blood, covered with a layer of red armor, like a red elf in a dream, piercing into the injured area, leaping. There was a warm warmth.
This is an unprecedented feeling!
In fact, Wu Mo himself didn't know at all that his body was trembling strangely at an extremely high frequency, and his body temperature suddenly rose.
Wu Mo's breathing gradually became heavier, and the damn feeling of suffocation came as expected. Fortunately, the whole process was very short. After only ten breaths, his perception was blurred, and his rhythm became scattered, so he took a long breath and ended the breathing.
He hadn't realized it yet, but when his slightly closed eyes opened and closed, his eyes were crystal clear, and his whole person's energy and energy were heightened, glowing with vitality.
Wu Mo estimated that he would be fine in half a day, so he took out two splints from his backpack, wrapped them around his left arm, used his hands and mouth at the same time, and wrapped them with cloth ties.
Wu Mo glared at him, but the two women watching didn't pay attention. Originally, after having his arm bones broken and being scolded as a fool, the clay figurine had to be more energetic. Of course, if she could hear Wu Mo's ventriloquism, Goddess Si Si might still beat him into a pig's head.
Following Wu Mo's actions, the two of them were surprised to find that familiar space fluctuations came from beside him, and the injured man couldn't help but say,
"That..."
With quick eyes and quick hands, Si Si covered the injured man's lips, shook his head and made a shushing gesture.
They are just passers-by in Meiji Town.
In Si Si's eyes, this little secret is not worth mentioning. Any Qi practitioner, during the process of breathing in and out, has a certain chance of stimulating this most common spatial fluctuation, which will disappear within a few meters. invisible.
That man was just a small native. Judging from his strength, he was still far from the level of Xiao Cheng. This fluctuation was probably caused by the effectiveness of the ointment.
Although the ointment is indeed a bit mysterious, the world is so big and there are countless rare treasures. If God opens his eyes and a little bit leaks out from between his fingers, anyone may be the lucky one.
People who dare to scratch their hands after just one glance will not only look ugly when they eat, but they will also die ugly in the end.
When they focused their attention again, they saw Wu Mo sweep away his dejection, take out various items with energy, and wrap and tie his left arm expertly.
The two of them were extremely surprised. This curative effect was amazing!
Their eyes invariably fell on the injured woman's chest.
It was already stained with blood.
The injured woman looked at her sister Si Si with a look of eagerness, without concealing the eagerness in her eyes, and said coquettishly,
"Sister Si Si..."
My mind is filled with one thought,
"Will the ointment also be effective on me?"
They had only received some simple medical training, and there was nothing they could do to deal with her level of injury. The broken ribs had pierced her lungs. If it weren't for her strong vitality, she would have turned into a corpse long ago.
Although everything would be fine as long as she went back, she was still in danger at the moment. In other words, it was precisely because of her injury that the entire team was in crisis. Of course, she wanted to have the power to protect herself.
Even if there was only a slight possibility, she was willing to give it a try.
At present, there is a hint of blood on the pale face of the injured person.
Whether you go back standing or lying down, the outcome will definitely be very different.
Si Si turned around and glanced around, and saw not far behind him, led by Yu Ge, the buckler warrior, sitting in a cross-shaped position with Lulu and Xiao Lei, closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, feeling a little at ease.
Her curiosity was aroused by the little native in front of her.
Just by listening to the wind and distinguishing the sound, he can choose the correct escape route. There is no doubt that this kid must be an experienced mountain forest veteran.
Don't be alarmed when things happen, don't be sloppy, and deal with your injuries decisively.
In such a barren land, one can also have the ability to cause spatial fluctuations.
Based on these three points, Goddess Si Si dared to conclude that the little native in front of her was not simple.
She nodded to the injured, gently helped him lie down, stood up and walked towards Wu Mo, who was hurriedly grabbing here and there, carrying all his things back on his body, and followed He looked completely different from the dead pig just now.
Wu Mo's idea is very simple.
"There are ruthless people around you. You must claim your own property."
It has to be said that although the mercenary team has changed one after another for a long time, they are still as popular as ever, and they have left such a deep-rooted impression in Wu Mo's heart that there is no distracting thought in the young man's heart.
Poor him, he currently has no idea at all. Is weak sovereignty useful?
"Hello!"
Wu Mo was fully dressed and stood up crookedly, looking for an inconspicuous corner. Hearing this, he turned around and raised his head in confusion. His eyes suddenly widened in surprise, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit two steamed buns.
Goddess Si Si took off her helmet and gauntlets and held them elegantly around her waist. She had short, tomboy-like hair and looked particularly capable.
There was a slight blush on her pretty goose-egg face, her black jewel-like eyes were slightly curved, she had a charming smile and beautiful eyes that looked forward to her. Wu Mo's eyes were a little straightened when he looked at her.
She saw Wu Mo turn around, his right hand habitually curled up the non-existent temple, and then stretched it forward towards him,
"Nice to meet you. My name is Si Wenjun and her name is Nie Yunfei."
"This? This? This?"
Wu Mo was so shocked that he took a step back, muttering at a loss, thinking to himself,
"What's going on? Do you want to be friends with me?"
Although he doesn't know the warrior's level, combat skills, etc., he can be sure that compared to the warriors in front of him, the Hammer Master in the town is far inferior to them in every aspect except that he is a veteran. .
However, in the town, that old boy always kept his eyes high and his nostrils turned toward the sky.
Although young warriors from outside can often be seen in the town, they are all gentle and polite and should not be approached by strangers. Even from a distance, Wu Mo could often feel that their eyes were always showing a touch of pride inadvertently. Never had there been such a breeze as Si Wenjun's face at this moment.
Even Si Wenjun himself, in his initial gestures, did not reduce the contempt he aroused at all.
The goddess's hard work made Wu Mo suddenly feel wary. Did he know his own weight?
"Miss Si Si, you just broke your arm bone, what's the purpose of this?"
"You won't be impressed by my handsomeness anyway, right?"
"There must be a plan!"
"Oh no, it's ointment!"
An idea suddenly flashed in Wu Mo's mind, and he keenly grasped the key point. Except for the ointment, even if he was covered in iron, he couldn't drive a few iron nails, let alone let the warriors look at him.
Facing the smiling goddess, his heart went cold and he felt deeply depressed. The happiness he had just put on his bag and pockets disappeared.
Although his knowledge is shallow, Wu Mo has personally handled the process of collection, brewing and use, and has personal experience. Even if this ointment is not a rare item, its quality must be similar.
This was the first time that Wu Mo came face to face with a warrior at close range. In Si Wenjun's smile, a row of delicate white teeth appeared. In his eyes, they seemed to be the shining teeth of a starry sky monster. tooth.
Wu Mo finally panicked. Being coveted by a powerful warrior was completely different from bragging in the town. If he didn't get it right, his life would be lost here.
"Mom said, if you don't have the ability, don't think about having it. Is this the box of ointment you're talking about?"
There is really no stupid person in this world. Those who are stupid to death are all driven by the desire for profit. At this time, Wu Mo was confused and fell into the mud pit of ointment, unable to extricate himself. He has not yet reached the food and clothing line, but the poor things that belong to him are extremely important.
"If a warrior like her really wants to covet something, does she need to be polite to herself?"
"Is it because you want to cover up the robbery by force?
"This bitch is so uneasy and kind-hearted!"
Although he still pretended to be stupid, his heart suddenly became extremely frightened.
"If she asks for it, I will definitely give it to her!"
"After giving it to her, will she kill someone and silence her?"
"You don't have to do it yourself, just throw it at the python bear."
After all, life is more precious.
Wu Mo knew very well that he had absolutely no room for resistance. Even the seriously injured female victim could knock him down with one finger, not to mention that he was being stared at fiercely by Si Wenjun, a little girl.
Goddess Si Si, who felt as gentle as jade, never expected that in Wu Mo's imagination, her own image would be as indistinguishable as a snake or a scorpion.
The absolute strength of the crushing level, even if you want to run, you can't take two steps.
In the wilderness, the moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people and stealing goods. Although this kind of thing is extremely rare in Meiji Town, he has heard of it.
If they let themselves go, how could Meiji Town, which has strict laws, let them go?
Wealth is not exposed, the common man is not guilty, and he is guilty of carrying a jade. The ancients were honest and did not deceive me.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he could no longer pretend. He felt weak all over, his face turned pale, beads of sweat rolled down his face, his legs gave out, and he collapsed on the ground like a pile of mud.
Wu Mo actually tried his best to maintain his dignity. He originally wanted to howl, but
"People work as swordsmen and I work as fish meat. The scar on my head is no bigger than a bowl."
"Let the horses go!"
However, his body was extremely honest and started to tremble uncontrollably.
The fear of death is an innate instinct of living things. If someone pokes you in the neck without warning, no one will be afraid. However, during the long process of waiting for death, just imagining it can scare you crazy.
