"Back!"

No. 5 jumped up from the lower level. The barrier-like light film on the lower level disappeared, and she also had a black dress that almost touched the floor. The Taoist priest smiled and said: "Change quickly."

"You hurry up and diagnose. I will recover, but the injury will make me uncomfortable."

She jumped back on the boat and stood in front of Wang Jixuan. She closed her eyes and concentrated with a serious expression. She opened her hands and slowly raised them, just like the blessing scenes in those murals. In the dim light, No. 5's figure slowly grew taller. , her short ear-length hair fluttered back, and her dark blue soft and shiny hair was pulled out one by one.

The strange thing is that during this process, her upper body did not change significantly. Her curves were graceful and sinful. Her short legs became straighter, rounder, and slender, and her neck became noticeably slender.

The temperament between the eyebrows has changed, becoming more divine and less weird than before.

Wang Jixuan also knew that he was not here to admire No. 5's appearance today. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and a silver needle flew into No. 5's shoulder. A ray of spiritual consciousness probed inward along the silver needle. Soon, Taoist Wang frowned.

No. 5 seems to be a fine person, but the condition inside his body is very bad. The core circuits of spiritual practitioners are being continuously eroded by a corrosive force. The internal organs can only be described as a mess, and the whole body feels like it has been stuffed together at random. Building blocks may collapse at any time.

More than ten minutes later;

No. 5's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her snow-white skin became even paler.

Wang Jixuan finally took back the silver needle, and No. 5 breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't wait to return to his yellow-haired lolita posture, and sat down on his soft seat. The moon ship shook slightly.

No. 5 asked weakly: "How's it going, Dr. Wang?"

"There is help," Wang Jixuan said slowly, "Although it is troublesome, I can tell you clearly that I can cure your injuries... This should be kept a secret from your companions." No. 5 nodded immediately, his eyes bright. !

"Come on," Wang Jixuan said proactively, "Everyone can assign one percent of their memory to each other."

No. 5 blinked: "I want to see one percent of your memory when you first had memory, when you were little!"

Wang Jixuan thought carefully, nodded slowly, and then said: "You are more than 17,000 years old, so I want to see your memories of the last 170 years." "Ah?" No. 5 was stunned for a moment, "Then you are not Have you seen all the important information about the battle between us spiritual cultivators and the bladed beasts?"

"If you want to go back on your word, then let's talk about something else and pretend that this proposal never existed." "It's not impossible. Anyway, all I want is equal respect."

No. 5 gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Come on then!"

"Go out, I can cast spells with my body, and you have to teach me how to display my memories in sections." "Hey, okay... By the way, how many years of memory do you have in total?"

Wang Jixuan couldn't help but laugh: "It's only about a hundred years in total." No. 5:...
Chapter completed!