Chapter 14: Good character, no way ()

"Woman? How could there be a woman's voice?" Hu Mo's heart immediately turned upside down. He calmed down and opened his eyes that had been heavy all the time.

He still had no feeling, but saw a vast white area around him, as if it was mist, but it was so illusory and ethereal, as if he was in a fairyland.

Hu Moyi vaguely remembered that he was fighting against the Three Treasures in the room, and why he suddenly came to such a place?

He thought secretly in his heart, and suddenly said to himself: "It seems that I'm really dead again this time. I'm afraid this is the underworld."

"Who are you? Why are you here?" It was the resentful voice again, but this time there was a hint of questioning. The voice seemed to have traveled thousands of years, with a faint loneliness and sorrow.

"Who am I? Haha, is this question meaningful? Beauty, don't hide in the fog. Anyway, we are all a lonely soul in the world now, so why should we hide it so much?" Hu Mo completely believed that he was dead, and he regarded the girl who was talking as a ghost with certainty.

"A lonely soul in the world? Haha, it's so good, it's so good..." The woman actually chuckled, but the laughter was full of self-deprecation and self-deprecation.

The more Hu Mo heard it, the more he felt a little gloomy. Although the girl's voice was not as numb as in a ghost movie, on the contrary, it was quite pleasant, but in this specific atmosphere, he inevitably felt that his bones were chilling.

As soon as this feeling appeared, Hu Mo scolded herself fiercely and said to herself in anger: "What am I afraid of? Anyway, they are all ghosts. Can she still eat me?"

Thinking of this, Hu Mo's heart was relieved, and the anxiety and fear in his heart turned into curiosity and expectation.

He seemed to think of a woman who was as resentful as a lilac, playing the flute in the hazy fog, blending with the fog, creating an unparalleled scenic spot.

While thinking about it, the originally thick white fog suddenly became thinner. In the white fog, a bamboo building appeared faintly. On the bamboo building, the hem of the skirt and graceful figure all made Hu Mofu think a lot.

Although he did not see the woman's appearance, his intuition told him how could a woman with such a beautiful voice and graceful figure not have a stunning look? Hu Mo even doubted whether he had reached a real fairyland now.

Beauty, fog, in such a scene, he couldn't help but think of a poem: There is a beautiful woman living in a secluded valley. Isn't this place like an empty valley full of fog? The beautiful woman's jade flute is looking forward to the arrival of someone with destiny?

This is simply the most perfect artistic conception, ethereal and beautiful, and the country is fascinating. Hu Moxing, who has a pure gangster temperament, cannot have any thoughts of blasphemy. In the dark, this girl has risen to a sacred and inviolable level in his heart, and can only be viewed from afar and cannot be played with.

Subconsciously, his feet slowly raised, and walked in that direction with a confused expression. Every time he took a step, he felt a little hot in his face, which was an irrepressible throbbing, but he didn't know what the reason was. He had never seen the girl look like, so why did he feel so panic?

The small building is quiet and reflects the girl. This is a kind of lonely beauty. Hu Mo secretly thanked that even if he becomes a ghost, he can see such a woman. This is simply the greatest favor from heaven and earth to him.

As he got closer and closer, Hu Mo seemed to feel his heart beating out of his throat. The fog around the girl became thinner and thinner, and gradually the outline of her whole body could be seen, and the outline of her face could be vaguely visible.

"Stop!" A delicate shout suddenly came, and Hu Mo's body stood there as if it was electric shocked, and could not move at all.

He seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water, and the scolding pierced into his heart like thousands of swords.

"Why? Why do I feel this way?" Hu Mo thought to himself, his eyes full of confusion, and even a faint sense of sourness.

Suddenly, a fatal pain came across his body, a pain that he could not bear.

Originally, he could not feel the existence of his body at all, itchless, as if it were air.

However, now he could clearly feel that his meridians, musculoskeletons, and even his internal organs were severely broken. A severe pain was transmitted into his brain through the pain-sensing nerves, destroying his brain cells. What made him feel crazy was that despite this, he could not faint. It seemed that there was a wonderful force that kept him breathing. This was a feeling that he could not survive or die.

"Three treasures, my ancestors!" Hu Mo roared, his voice extremely shrill. This roar was heard, and he seemed to feel his soul completely broken. His consciousness slowly began to fall into mist.

"Is fate? Is no fate? Alas, let it go..." A faint voice slowly disappeared into Hu Mo's ears, quiet and quiet with a hint of helplessness...

On the first day, Xu Sheng, a ray of slender sunlight shone in through the crack of the window, illuminating a pale handsome face.

Hu Mo's eyelids moved, and he moaned, and his eyes slowly opened. This simple action made him breathe in pain. He seemed to feel that his bones had become shattered and he had no strength in his body.

He tilted his head with great difficulty and saw the parchment rolls scattered on the ground. Only then did he realize that he was still in this world and nothing had changed.

"It turned out that it was just a dream just now, no wonder..." Hu Mo smiled bitterly and held his right hand hard. At this time, his face suddenly changed and his eyes immediately widened.

"Where is that damn stone? Why is it gone?" Hu Mo exclaimed. In this shock, he actually turned over and looked around carefully with a severe pain.

"It's gone, it's really gone!" Hu Mo seemed to have seen a ghost, and countless thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind.

Before he could breathe a few more breaths, three familiar forces appeared in his head, dantian and the entire Du meridian at the same time. These three forces quickly flowed throughout Hu Mo's body, forcibly fixing his body in a cross-sitting shape. If nothing else, it was those three guys who were at work.

Hu Mo can be said to be really helpless. These three guys are like three or four-year-old children, playing and playing, everything depends on their preferences. Hu Mo also wanted to fight, but he even struggled to sit up now. What else can he resist? He simply did not resist at all and saw what they were playing.

His consciousness began to exist independently of his body, standing in his body like a passerby. Looking at the bleak scene in his body, he could only shake his head helplessly, without saying a word, but just sighed secretly and looked miserable.

Some of the meridians are in a mess, some are scattered, and some are broken into several segments. The internal organs are also broken, and even the heart is broken a large hole, let alone other musculoskeletons and the like.

He really couldn't believe that he could survive and speak in this situation. This was a miracle!

"I see how you want to play, I'm just staring at you like this!" Hu Mo laughed strangely, sometimes running to the edge of the Divine Wood King Cauldron and sometimes jumping above the Holy Water King. It's really boring, so I traveled back and forth in the Du meridian several times. Anyway, this body is not my own now, and I'm idle too!

While wandering around, the injuries in Hu Mo's body were recovering at a slow speed. The Divine Wood King Ding and the Holy Water King Zun conveyed their respective strengths through the soft silk lock, neutralizing together, and then flowing throughout the body.

Hu Mo was surprised to find that when the two fusion forces swam through his meridians, every injured meridian was completely recovered. Not only that, Hu Mo suddenly realized that his meridians were wider and tougher than before.

For example, if Hu Mo's meridians were a stream before, then his meridians now were big rivers. The streams that originally flowed very fast began to flow smoothly, and the pain gradually disappeared wherever they meridians were. An indescribable sense of comfort emanated from the meridians. The comfortable feeling made Hu Mo really want to make a moan and shout, "Give it a chicken..."

Although the combat power is full in the meridians, it is no longer the swelling feeling that before. On the contrary, he seems to feel that he has an explosive force. He is now very confident that even if the sky blocks him, he can make a hole in it. Of course, this is purely his fantasy.

As the meridians were repaired, the speed of his internal organs recovering also made him amazed. Not only did the cracks on it completely disappear, but a faint film seemed to appear on his internal organs. If you don’t look carefully, Hu Mo would not be able to detect its existence.

Hu Mo didn't care much. This kind of thing that was better than nothing to him was nothing. He sighed and sat cross-legged slowly, just like the state he was in his own body.

Since these three treasures are helping him, he naturally has nothing to say. His mind slowly calmed down and gradually established a new connection with the three treasures.

Qingxin Xiaoyaojue naturally circulated, and the combat power generated was flowing through the meridians in his body without any obstruction. Hu Mo suddenly discovered that the power released by the Divine Wood King Ding is now three or four times that of the past, but he did not feel any swelling of the meridians. On the contrary, the meridians now even have a dissatisfaction with desire, desperately absorbing the combat power released by the Divine Wood King Ding.

"What's going on? Am I already breaking through? It's impossible, I haven't practiced any battle techniques; why did I break through like this? Could it be..." Hu Mo frowned, as if he had thought for a while. Suddenly, he laughed and said to himself: "It must be that my character is so good! Grandma, if you have a good character, you can't do it!"

Hu Mo licked his lips, looking at a peaceful and contented look. If he woke up now, he might have prepared a table of wine and food, sat on a stool, ate delicious food, and drank wine. If possible, transfer this scene to Youxiang Xiaoyuan, rubbed and pinched, and ate and drank. What a pleasant thing.

Hu Mo was fantasizing, and his drooling was already hanging on his chin. To be honest, he seemed to have had several meals left, and he was so hungry that he felt a little nervous and dizzy.

In a daze, a white shadow floated in front of his eyes, saying that it was floating by, but the speed was particularly amazing, and it could be described as a flash without saying anything.

"Oh, it turns out that it was my illusion. Such a vulgar person actually became the successor of Lingbo Jue. Is this God's will?"
Chapter completed!