Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 72 Help You Repair Your Muscles
The purple cloth rolled Mo Jiu into the air, and when Mo Jiu came back to his senses, she had already arrived in front of the purple-clothed boy.

In mid-air, the purple-clothed boy held a piece of "cloth" wrapped in Mo Jiu's unknown material, and looked down at her.

Although Mo Jiu's posture was at a disadvantage, there was no fear on his face.Not only that, the peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression was even more composed.

"Master Messenger, what do you mean?"

The purple-clothed boy narrowed his phoenix eyes dangerously, and there was a dark light in them.

"Who the hell are you? Where did your weird body skills come from?"

Mo Jiu smiled slightly, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"Master Messenger, don't you know who I am? Besides, I just struggled a few times to save my life, and it turned out to be strange?"

The purple-clothed boy's eyes were unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the purple-clothed boy flew to another mountain peak at an extremely fast speed.

The mountain peak was white, and the cold wind was blowing, and Mo Jiu was in miserable condition in the wind.

At this moment, Mo Jiu was like a prey caught in the beak of a big bird, swinging around in the high-altitude wind.

The biting cold wind blows, needless to say the cold, not only can't open the eyes at all, but if you open your mouth, the wind will fill your stomach.

Mo Jiu greeted the ancestors of the purple-clothed boy one by one in his heart.I don't know how many generations the greeting has reached, the figure of the purple-clothed boy paused in the air, and let go.

Originally Mo Jiu was in an unexpected situation, but she was able to remain calm, but this time she really panicked.

This height is more than 500 meters at least. If you fall like this, even if your body is not broken, you will not be able to save your life.

When Mo Jiu fell from a high altitude last time, her hands and feet were free, but this time her hands and feet were tied with cloth, and her body could not move at all.

As Mo Jiu fell down, he was desperately thinking about how to get out of this predicament.But the falling speed was too fast, and in such a short period of time, she couldn't think of an effective method.

But at this moment, Mo Jiu's eyes touched the ground she was about to reach, and he didn't struggle anymore.

With a "plop", Mo Jiu fell into the water.

The purple-clothed boy was hanging in mid-air, staring coldly at the surface of the water with white mist.

1 minute, 10 minutes, half an hour... There was no movement on the water.

The purple-clothed boy raised his eyebrows, and flew down to the still surface of the water.

The water surface was misty, as quiet as stagnant water, without any breath of living things.

Did Mo Jiu really drown and sink to the bottom of the lake?
At this moment, the boy's ankle, which was almost close to the water surface, was entangled by something, and was dragged into the water by a force.

Just as the boy was about to make a move to deal with the thing that entangled his ankle, he was suddenly entangled from behind, and a sharp dagger was pressed against his neck.

The person who entangled the young man was very good at water, and he dragged him ashore without any effort.

The boy's black eyes became deeper and deeper, and he said, "What are you going to do?"

Mo Jiu snorted coldly, and mocked: "This should be what I want to ask, right? Why did you bring me here to this ghostly place?"

The voice of the purple-clothed boy was calm: "Help you repair your tendons."

Repair tendons?I believe you are a ghost.She wasn't injured, what kind of tendons should be repaired?
Mo Jiu sneered, and said, "Do you think I'll believe your nonsense? Forget it, my lord doesn't care about you anymore. What's your name?"

(End of this chapter)