"Don't be dazed. Your broken hand, due to time constraints, I only did a simple process. If I don't take it back, it will probably be useless."

After Onion Head reminded me, Mo Bei then remembered that he had a broken hand and fell to the ground.

He quickly picked it up and said, "That... Qin Zhan, right? Please help me pick it up."

"It's easy to say."

As soon as the words came to an end, the right hand began to change again and the onion disappeared.

Mo Bei quickly aimed his broken palm carefully at his broken wrist, for fear that he would accidentally pick it up.

The tissue of Douqing's cell body quickly extended over, wrapping the wound. With one breath, Mo Bei's broken hand recovered as before, as if everything that just happened was an illusion.

Although it was just a false alarm, Mo Bei felt a sense of rebirth of immortality. After this incident, he had a more understanding of life and death.

After repairing the right hand, the onion head reappeared. It opened its eyes wide and looked around, and finally gave two comments without mercy: "Poor ghost!"

Mo Bei didn't care and said, "Although this place is small, it is enough to meet my needs. That... Qin Zhan, can you not appear suddenly in this form at any time, and it seems bad to be seen by others. If others know that I have a fighting spirit, they will definitely come to chase me."

"Chasing? Just kidding, who dares to chase after you... Well? It's already 33,155 years now? No, I'm actually asleep... Tens of thousands of years have passed?"
Chapter completed!