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.

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

The fleeting feeling of familiarity before was gone now.

She said: "Small injury."

"Mo Qing, your hands!"

Mo Qing said without batting an eyelid: "What we are doing now is no different."

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

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

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

When Song Yiyuan saw it, he was a little nervous and confused. He hesitated and asked: "What are you going to do?"

Seeing that it wanted to run away, Mo Qing had no intention of letting it go this time.

Unfortunately, the monster healed too quickly. He only took a few drops and the monster stopped bleeding.

Later, Song Yiyuan donated his kerosene and cloth, found a stick on the ground and made a torch, and successfully subdued the monster who was afraid of fire.

Mo Qing scanned around, looking for the presence of other small creatures.

This is too sloppy.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Is Abu really domesticated and accustomed to human life?

"If you can't find the answer to the question, just leave it open for now." Mo Qing replied nonchalantly.

"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?"

"What a small injury! You can eat it with cumin sprinkled on it!" Song Yiyuan cursed with a dark face, then pinched Mo Qing's wrist and went to check the injury on Mo Qing's palm.

After a moment of silence, Song Yiyuan could only move aside consciously, took Mo Qing's backpack, and followed quietly.

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

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.

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

"Try to see if it's poisonous."

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.

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

"Many plants will exude white latex after being cut, the most typical ones are rubber trees, banyan trees, oleanders..." Song Yiyuan said, "In short, there are many, and some are poisonous."

"..."

Mo Qing thought for a while and then said: "Maybe I have been to a similar place and my memory is confused... After all, the architecture in this area is a common style a hundred years ago."

Mo Qing was startled, then lowered his head and glanced at her left hand.

It's as if it never existed 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."

"whispering sound."

He wanted to help Mo Qing do something, even if it was to tie up the monster, but Mo Qing ignored him at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and tied the nylon rope into a tight knot.

Her speed was so fast that Song Yiyuan couldn't see clearly, but the speed of the monster was almost the same. The movements of the two fighting each other left afterimages in Song Yiyuan's eyes, making it difficult to capture.

"plant?"

Mo Qing said it without thinking.

Mo Qing gave him a cold look with disdain.

After a rough test, Mo Qing made a judgment: "It should not be poisonous."

The wound is also healing.

The blood stained flesh on the nylon rope was particularly glaring.

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

"...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."

Mo Qing looked at him strangely.

"He wouldn't make such a fuss."

How can anyone heal so quickly?!

Song Yiyuan stared at the scratch for a long time: "I remember that the cut was quite deep, right?"

The monster burst out with a scream.

As she spoke, she pulled the rope that bound the monster.

At the same time, he took out a lighter and lit the rag on fire.

Although the monster is thin, it is taller than him, and its weight is not at the same level as him. His physical fitness is above average in the human field, but compared with the monster, it is not worth mentioning.

Song Yiyuan forcibly changed the subject: "You just said... you have been here before, what happened? You were here a hundred years ago?"

"Tsk."

Feeling the stinging pain in his palm, Mo Qing's expression became colder and colder. He held the handle of the knife with his other hand and immediately dodged to block the monster's path.

Mo Qing gradually frowned.

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

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

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

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

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

Mo Qing asked naturally: "Why else would we catch it?"

This is indeed the case.

The rag immediately turned into a ball of fire.

Song Yiyuan was stunned.

Her eyes narrowed, and while intimidating the monster with fireballs, she began to attack the monster with all her strength, punching to the flesh without any reservation.

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

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

There is no sign of Abu coming back.

"Does it work?" Song Yiyuan picked up the small black bottle.

However, the monster's skin was rough and fleshy. Mo Qing's knife only slightly cut its skin, but no blood was seen. Within half a minute, its wound healed on its own.

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

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.

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!"

Song Yiyuan called out to Mo Qing and threw the fireball in Mo Qing's direction.

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.

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

Song Yiyuan was dumbfounded: "This is too..." It goes against common sense!

It was about a centimeter deep, but it had just pierced its skin, and not even blood seeped out.

Mo Qing didn't pay attention at all.

"Old Ancestor, this is no longer the past. We modern people are spoiled and spoiled. If you get hurt, you will die or live. You have been awake for more than a year, and you haven't followed the Romans?" Song Yiyuan muttered, "You were injured like this.

, it can’t be dismissed with a light word... Do you believe that if Jiang Ke knew that it was me who threw the fireball for you, he could secretly hinder me for half a year? "

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...

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

Mo Qing was surprised.

What's going on?
Chapter completed!