Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"That's right."

"I chose you as the heir, not to kill you."

"When I wake up, we can chat together and communicate our feelings. Why are you always pretending to be dizzy here?"

Yu Mo looked at Zong Ren with a smile, and then pointed to the chair beside him: "Sit down and chat, the ground is cold, and it's easy to catch a cold."

Zong Ren looked at his horrific legs, as well as his body that was weak due to hunger, and finally his eyes fell on Yu Mo.

"Don't you give me any face?"

Yu Mo's smile gradually faded, he looked at Zong Ren with a half-smile, and his tone became a little cold.

"What the light group wants is a tough character, not afraid of hardships and dangers."

"If I'm disappointed in you..."

Before Yu Mo could speak, Zong Ren took a deep breath, supported the ground with his hands, turned over suddenly, then crawled a few meters on the ground, grabbed the chair, supported himself with his hands, and sat down on the chair again .

But a few meters away, Zong Ren was already sweating profusely and panting.

"That's right!"

"I am the former head of the Light Group, and you are the next head of the Light Group."

"So we're equal."

"You sit on the ground and I sit on a chair, does it make sense?"

"If you tell me, people will think that I'm bullying you and suppressing newcomers. I'm holding on to the power of the light group and don't want to let go."

Yu Mo nodded in satisfaction, his tone became gentle again, and he pushed the wheelchair closer, "Look, my leg is just hurt, but my leg is gone."

"It's not good."

"Inheritance must be more thorough."

"or..."

Yu Mo's gaze fell on Zongren's lap vaguely.

Zong Ren inexplicably felt a little cold all over his body, and shook his head decisively, with a serious face: "Inheriting is the spirit, it is inheritance, there is no need to inherit the body!"

"Tsk..."

Yu Mo shook his head regretfully, and stopped talking.

"Your first mission has been successfully completed."

"Now, warrior, please perform the second task!"

His expression gradually became serious, and he even looked a little passionate.

Zong Ren was dumbfounded.

Really dumbfounded.

Last night, I just finished my first mission under the pain of living as if I were dying.

The injury hasn't healed yet, and it's hard to walk.

Here comes the second mission?

Crazy!

The Huo Huo people are not so Huo Huo!

His eyes were wide open, and he stared intently at the man in the wheelchair with a devilish smile on his face, speechless for a while.

"My injury is still not healed, I can't walk."

Zong Ren pointed to his legs.

"Oh, this is easy to do."

The smile on Yu Mo's face remained unchanged, he turned his head and shouted towards the door again.

Recently, Yu Mo's words seemed to be the truth to Confucian scholars, and every time he listened to them, he felt full of gains, so the moment Yu Mo's voice fell, Confucian scholars rushed into the room and looked at Yu Mo expectantly.

"Please help him heal his leg."

"His leg is sore and is suffering badly from it, and he would appreciate it if you could help him relieve the pain."

Yu Mo pointed to Zong Ren's leg, and said in a gentle voice.

The Confucian scholar looked at it subconsciously, and after observing it for a few seconds, he smiled confidently: "This is easy to handle, and it will be cured in a while!"

As he said that, the Confucian scholar rolled up his sleeves directly, and energy surged from his hands.

Zong Ren looked at the Confucian scholar's hands for a moment, as if thinking of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and when he looked at the Confucian scholar again, his eyes were already full of shock, and he wanted to say something.

But when he looked at the smiling and silent Yu Mo behind the Confucian scholar, Zong Ren forcibly suppressed the words in his mouth, and did not dare to speak.

"Senior, there is no need to completely cure it."

"Half cure is enough."

"In this way, his touch will be given to you twice, and your incense will be more."

Yu Mo sat behind the Confucian scholar and spoke softly.

Confucian scholar's eyes lit up: "That's right, that's what happened!"

"Although I can't hurt him myself, I will treat him."

"But I can divide it into several courses when helping to heal the wound!"

"This way you can earn a lot more!"

"You're still smart!"

The Confucian scholar was a little pleasantly surprised. He turned around and looked at Yu Mo and praised him. He just rubbed his hands and walked towards Zongren excitedly, trying to maintain a somewhat crazy smile on his face.

Of course, in Confucian scholars' own eyes, this smile is very friendly.

"This...human race."

"Please rest assured, I am very kind, I am a good person."

"Please let me help you!"

Confucian scholars are getting closer and closer to Zongren.

If Zong Ren hadn't seen the big world himself, wandering between life and death many times, he would have been terrified by this scene.

The Confucian scholar opened his hands and slowly touched Zongren's leg.

Energy surges.

Wisps of violent energy drilled into the blood vessels along Zong Ren's skin, and flowed continuously in the meridians of his legs.

Yes, this energy is not gentle at all!

And so manic!

Obviously, the Confucian scholar did not take a friendly route before losing his memory.

This kind of pain even far surpassed that when Yu Sheng stopped his bleeding yesterday, even a person who endured pain with the habit of Zong Ren couldn't help but let out a scream.

The most difficult thing was that with the energy stimulating his nerves, even fainting became a luxury for him.

Confucian scholar looked at Zong Ren's appearance, startled for a moment, then looked at Yu Mo with some doubts: "Am I...the treatment method is wrong."

"He seems to be in pain."

Sitting aside, Yu Mo was also a little surprised, but he shook his head without hesitation: "No, senior, he is enjoying it!"

"enjoying the moment!"

"From his meeting with you yesterday, you should be able to guess that he likes this kind of pain."

"Otherwise, I won't let you destroy his legs!"

"If you don't believe me, feel it carefully..."

"Is it the smell of incense in the air!"

Yu Mo's words were extremely sincere.

The Confucian student was stunned for a moment, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes in surprise: "I feel it, sure enough, he is very grateful to me!"

After getting the correct answer, the Confucian scholar increased the amount of energy again.

And Yu Mo looked at this scene thoughtfully.

"so..."

"His awakening is idealism..."

"As long as you are firm in your heart, you can see and even feel..."

"Brainwash yourself, strengthen yourself..."

"As expected of Jiujue's awakened object."

For a moment, Yu Mo was full of amazement when he looked at the Confucian scholar's back.