Zhao Wuji immediately used the memory reset skill to communicate with the opponent.
It turns out that this girl's nickname is Mihua. Her parents fled into this valley to escape the war in Australia. Her mother is white and her father is an aborigine from Australia.
Not long after entering the valley, Mihua came to the world, but the indigenous father died of an old injury. As a white woman, her mother had to block the road into the valley and raised Mihua alone.
After the invasion of the demonic army, the white mother's health deteriorated due to the erosion of the demonic energy, and she is now bedridden.
"Your mother should be a monk"
"Ah, I don't understand anyway. Let me pull you ashore. Don't be angry."
"OK"
Zhao Moji took advantage of the opportunity to get close and repaired the aorta with water magic. Now some capillaries were bleeding. It looked very pitiful, but he was out of danger. However, it might take several days before the bones in the whole body returned to normal and he could walk.
Mihua is of mixed race. Although her 16-year-old body has not yet fully grown, she is still tall and powerful.
"You are quite heavy. I asked my mother to come over and take a look at you."
"Don't"
"What are you afraid of? My injuries were all cured by my mother."
Zhao Wuji also wanted to say, "Men and women cannot be intimate with each other."
But Mihua has already screamed
"Mom, Mom, a Brother Zhao fell from the sky."
Mihua's mother quickly came to Zhao Wuji's side coughing.
If it weren't for the tired look on her face, she would still be a beautiful woman. The traces of time are not obvious. She and Mihua look like two sisters.
"Are you a warrior? What happened outside?"
Mihua's mother took away the rice flowers to cook, and then communicated with Zhao Wuji alone. Zhao Wuji did not miss using the memory reset skill.
It turns out that Mihua's mother is called Dai Si, and she is a nurse in the Australian Island Army. Mihua's father, Demi, is a monk from Ao Island who has just started practicing Qi. He rescued Dai Si from two policemen on Ao Island.
Deis was disillusioned with the army, so he followed Demi into the valley and never left again.
When Dess forcibly improved his realm, he caused old wounds and left this world without saying a word.
"How many levels of Qi refining are you at now?"
"I don't know, I practice according to the scriptures left by Demi, but in the past half month, the sky has been getting darker and darker, and the temperature has been getting colder and colder, and I have become like this."
"You haven't stopped practicing during this time?"
"Um"
Zhao Wuji took out a small elixir
"Now Ao Island is covered by a demonic realm, and the demonic energy corrodes the monks' cultivation. If you take this medicine and don't practice, you will be back to normal in about half a day."
"Mihua, Mihua, come here and look at mom. If mom dies, you will kill this person."
"Okay"
Mi Hua innocently sat next to Zhao Wuji with a kitchen knife.
Zhao Wuji sweated profusely. The mother and daughter who were far away from the crowd were indeed a little different from ordinary people. They had no choice but to continue lying on the wooden floor, and cold sweat began to break out on their heads.
Half a day later
"Mihua, keep cooking. It seems that this person is not a bad person. Please add more food."
"Okay"
Although Dais knew little about cultivation, he still had confidence in his body's sensations. After swallowing the Little Spirit Pill, he recovered a little bit of his cultivation, and now he could clearly feel the damage from the demonic energy.
I didn't understand at first, and thought that by extending the practice time, I could fight the cold weather. However, the more I practiced, the worse I got, and I almost fell into the footsteps of Demi.
After understanding the inner truth, Dai Si became much more enthusiastic. After putting away the rice cakes, he used his professional knowledge to clean up Zhao Wuji's whole body.
"Your life is fine, but how long you have to lie down depends on fate."
Although Dai Si is a wild monk, he understands that as a monk, Zhao Moji still has some means of self-rescue.
