"Damn it, you're so excited to wake up. Go away somewhere else, don't die!"

Mo Yun looked at the guy wearing black clothes and black mask on the ground, and was so angry that he was so angry.

"This guy is almost dead. Why did you run to my house to do if you have nothing to do?"

"I'm not a good person in black clothes and black pants, and I'm wearing a mask."

"Or what if you want to make up a knife and throw it out?"

As if he heard Mo Yun's words, the man in black lying on the ground trembled.

"Haha, it turns out that it's not dead yet?" Mo Yun rolled his eyes: "If you don't die, get up quickly. You guy, you dirty the floor of my house. If you can't get up again, you will throw you out!"

Mo Yun felt a little distressed when he looked at the floor stained with blood.

Damn, this is a floor I just wiped last month!

However, after trembling for a while, the man in black stopped moving again, as if he had died.

Mo Yun frowned and used his mental power to explore it.

"Although the breath is very weak, I still have a breath and I will not die for a while."

"hiss--"

Sensing the injuries on the man in black, Mo Yun took a breath of air conditioning.

"Half of the bones in the body were broken, all the internal organs were displaced, thirty-eight poisons in the body, and most of the meridians were broken..."

"I haven't died after being injured so much?"

"This is entirely due to willpower, right?"

"Who is this guy?"

Mo Yun frowned, thought for a while, and finally made a decision.

"Forget it, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll help you. Whether you can live depends on your own luck."

Thinking of this, Mo Yun went through the boxes and cabinets to find a few pills.

This pill was the healing pill he bought when he was on a mission before. Since he awakened the Death House system, this thing has been thrown in the corner. After so long, it is almost expired and moldy.

Now, it finally comes in handy before it expires and becomes moldy.

Although a few pills did not have a substantial effect on the injury of the man in black, they could at least stop bleeding or something.

After clapping his hands, Mo Yun stood up, stopped caring about the man in black, picked up his phone and ordered a takeaway.

Forty minutes later, the door was knocked.

"Mr. Mo Yun, your takeaway has arrived, please come out and get it."

Mo Yun felt that the voice was a little familiar.

That's right, it's the deliveryman yesterday.

"What a coincidence?" Mo Yun was stunned for a moment, without thinking too much, and said casually: "Let it outside the door, I'll go out to get it later."

"Okay, then remember to take it in time, otherwise it will get cold in a while." The delivery guy reminded.

"Okay, thank you." Mo Yun replied while playing the game.

At this time, the delivery guy still did not leave and hesitated: "Mr. Mo Yun, is there any trash I have to take down today?"

"No need to do this today. I will go down for a walk after dinner." Mo Yun said.

"Okay, then I'll leave first. Mr. Mo Yun remember to give me a good review. I won't bother you."

"Okay." Mo Yun frowned, a little surprised. Is the delivery guy now so hard for good reviews?

A few minutes later, Mo Yun finished playing the game, opened the door handle and took the takeaway in.

After looking at the man in black who was still lying on the ground, Mo Yun couldn't help but be stunned.

By this time, the injuries on the man in black had stopped deteriorating, stabilized, and was recovering at a slow rate.

If you recover at this speed, this guy might wake up in another three or four days.

"Tsk tsk, there's something. This person's physical condition seems to be a little special. Can this injury be cured by himself?"

Without caring about the man in black, Mo Yun opened the takeaway, finished the meal in a few seconds, took out a bottle of Sprite from the refrigerator, and started drinking it with all his heart.

The reason why there is no coke in the refrigerator is because a year ago, a bottle of DDT was mixed in a box of coke he bought online, and that time he almost drank him to death.

Of course, Mo Yun also knew that this was a system, otherwise with his cultivation level, it would be impossible for him to not be able to distinguish Coke and DDT.

Moreover, even if he really drank DDT, with his cultivation level in the middle of the third grade at that time, he was still the same as drinking mineral water, how could he get poisoned?

However, that time, Mo Yun's stomach hurt so much that he was dying and he got out of the ground for a day.

Needless to say, Mo Yun knew that this was a masterpiece of the system.

Just because he was not staying at home, he was tortured by the system!

Of course, this kind of problem will not occur when buying Coke now, but no matter what, Mo Yun has a shadow on Coke and will never drink Coke again even if he is beaten to death.

After dinner, he packed up the garbage and Mo Yun planned to go out.

Today's two-hour activity time has not been used yet, so you can't waste it.

When he went out, Mo Yun looked at the man in black lying on the ground, and couldn't help but pause and then turned back.

He took a black cloak into the closet, paired it with a black baseball cap, and finally found a black mask. Mo Yun then opened the door and walked out.

After throwing the garbage, Mo Yun pressed the brim of the hat and walked towards the office of the President of Jiangnan Wuhan University.

If anyone nearby has a cultivation level above the sixth level, it is Tang Xiao, the president of Jiangnan Wushu University.

A year ago, Mo Yun met Tang Xiao and obtained the privilege of living outside without having to attend classes or practice.

The price was that he was beaten up and lay in bed for three days and three nights.

"Old Man Tang, I'm just for the sake of experience, so you'll feel wronged."

Mo Yun walked leisurely on the streets of Wuhan University in Jiangnan, carefully watching every scenery.

Although he has been in school for one year, for Mo Yun, Jiangnan Wuhan University, he has only been to the gymnasium and the principal's office once.

Although it was eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the most active time for young people, as one of the eight prestigious schools, Mo Yun did not see many pedestrians while walking on the road.

Mo Yun knew that they were either busy with academic research or stayed in the practice room to practice martial arts, and everyone worked very hard.

Of course, there will also be people showing their love on the side of the track and field, in the woods, and under the girls' dormitory building, and performing a life-and-death separation or something.

A cool breeze hit, and Mo Yun wrapped his cloak tightly and accelerated his pace.

Twenty minutes later, Mo Yun came to the door of the principal's office, pulled his mask and started knocking on the door.

"Dongdong--"

No one responded for a while.

"Dongdong--"

Still no one responded.

"What's going on?" Mo Yun frowned.

"Is Old Man Tang getting off work?"

"No, it's time to get off work before nine o'clock?"

"It's too unemployed, right?"

"As the principal, shouldn't you work overtime until late at night every day?"

"Damn, it seems that it's been in vain."

Mo Yun cursed, since the other party was no longer, he had to go back first.

"Hey, Mo Yun!" At this time, a surprised voice sounded behind Mo Yun.

Mo Yun turned around and saw an acquaintance holding the document in his hand He Wuyi.

"Can you recognize me?" Mo Yun pointed to his black cloak and then to his black mask.

"Nonsense." He Wuyi rolled his eyes.

Mo Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at He Wuyi seriously.
Chapter completed!