"Calling sister"
"Little beanbean's words fell, Liu Wuxin was stunned instantly, she was suspecting her ears."
Liu Wuxin is contemplating.
"Liu Wuxin is staring at the little beanbean, checking if she has mistaken someone."
No
Liu Wuxin continued to contemplate...
"Has she always been this courageous?"
"Liu Wuxin continued to suspect her ears, if she really misunderstood."
Then, Little Bean thought that Liu Wuxin hadn't heard clearly, and repeated the words from before, "Call elder sister."
"Okay, confirmed, she is indeed very courageous."
Liu Wuxin turned her head and looked at Chen Mo, smiling and staring at him, "Brother, it has been several days since we last saw each other. Although I want to catch up with you and talk about some things, now, I have something important to do..."
"Hmm... Zhang Long was seriously injured while protecting the Imperial Capital. You should go and see him, brother."
After saying that, Liu Wuxin turned her gaze towards Little Bean.
Chen Mo glanced at the restrained Liu Wuxin and then at Little Bean, who felt confident again.
"All right, you two... hold back a bit."
After saying that, Chen Mo casually waved his hand, allowing Zhao Hu to drive the beast carriage into the Imperial Capital.
Conversely, behind them, came the proud voice of Little Bean.
"Liu Wuxin, I tell you, I now have the Holy Pestle and the powerful pestle insect that is comparable to it. I am not at all afraid of your first-grade..."
"Alright, wait a minute, you can't just start a fight without waiting for me to finish speaking."
"Liu Wuxin, I'm not an easy target either. I'll tell you that my Holy Pestle is very strong."
"Nine-color Illusion Dream, come out and let her see your prowess."
"Ah, ah, ah, wrong, wrong"
"Sister, I like sister the most."
"Sister, stop hitting me, I'm wrong, wuwuwu."
...
A heart-wrenching sobbing sound echoed in the sky above the Imperial Capital, but no one dared to step forward to stop him. They all knew better than to look at him directly.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Chen Mo, accompanied by Zhao Hu, finally found out where Zhang Long was after a round of inquiries.
Hearing that Zhang Long was seriously injured, Chen Mo was very worried and couldn't wait to see his current condition.
Pushing open the door of a palace, he saw Zhang Long sitting in a chair, collapsed, with blood stains on the ground. One of his hands and a leg had been lost.
By Zhang Long's side, Fu Bei was quietly applying medicine to him.
Zhang Long's pale face showed no sign of blood, and his weary eyes dimmed even more. When he felt Chen Mo's presence, he lightly lifted his head.
"It's Master's return."
Zhang Long's pale face forced out a smile.
Fu Bei followed and called out a name, then turned back to continue treating Zhang Long's injuries.
Zhao Hu stood behind Chen Mo, and seeing Zhang Long in such a state, he felt a bit moved internally.
For three hundred years, he has suffered a lot. Now, because of Zhao family's stubbornness, he has been turned into this unhuman and ghostly appearance.
Although he had been away for three hundred years, he still had some impression of Zhang Long. When he realized his current appearance, his tiger eyes trembled slightly, and a low growl emerged from his throat, as if he was mourning for him.
It was also as if he were experiencing Zhang Long's suffering, thinking of his own three hundred years of past.
When he saw Zhang Long's appearance, Chen Mo's legs also weakened slightly, and he stumbled twice before almost falling over.
"Zhang Long, you, you..."
Chen Mo's eyes locked onto Zhang Long's amputated arm and leg, filled with sympathy and sorrow. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak, his voice stuck in his throat.
Zhang Long lowered his head and looked at his amputated arm and leg. As a once feared little sword god, he knew well what losing an arm and a leg meant.
However, even though he had resentment and loneliness in his heart, when he saw the sorrow in Chen Mo's eyes, he forced out a smile and acted carefree, "Just one hand and one leg amputated. It doesn't matter."
"Only, it seems I won't be able to kill strong enemies for the master anymore."
"My realm has fallen to the seventh level..."
"It's my fault."
Chen Mo heaved a deep sigh, and walked quickly to Zhang Long's side, looking at him intently.
Zhang Long opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words were caught in his throat.
"Silent mutual gaze."
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he instantly blushed, feeling a hundred kinds of grievances. However, upon seeing Chen Mo, he found release.
"I wouldn't mind dying for the master. Cutting off one arm and one leg is nothing."
"Don't say such nonsense, my lord. You have never wronged me. All of this is what I should do."
Zhang Long gently shook his head, "Alas, it's just that my abilities were not enough to lead to this situation. Otherwise, I still wanted to be loyal to the master for a lifetime..."
Chen Mo was silent, gazing at Zhang Long for a long time before turning to look at Fu Bei by his side.
"Fu Bei, can Zhang Long's hand and leg be repaired?"
Since his rebirth, Chen Mo only remembered that among the Mo sect, the only one with great medical skills was the royal physician Song Wen. He had overlooked Fu Bei, who used to be a skilled physician.
Since he heard that Liu WuXin's poison was solved by Fu Bei, Chen Mo finally realized that he had such a skilled person by his side.
At this moment, he placed all his hopes on Fu Bei.
He stopped his hands, Fu Bei having attended to Zhang Long's wounds, turned to Chen Mo, glanced at Zhang Long behind him, and helplessly shook his head.
"The old man once saw a record in a ancient book about the technique of restoring amputated limbs..."
"After speaking, Chen Mo immediately brightened up."
"If the limb was amputated by ordinary means, it could be restored. But unfortunately, the person who injured Zhang Long was extremely ruthless, using their own spiritual energy as a medium to completely sever his path. Zhang Long is probably unable to recover to his normal state in this lifetime..."
These words, Zhang Long had heard from Fu Bei before, so he had long since given up hope. His eyes were calm, as if he had already seen everything.
Chen Mo was not satisfied and pursued the question, "I know that restoring a severed limb is very difficult, but if the severed limb is reattached, it must be much simpler than regeneration..."
In Chen Mo's memory, if the severed limb was within a certain time frame, it could be reattached.
"If there is a severed limb, it might be possible."
Fu Bei sighed helplessly.
Zhang Long heaved a sigh, "That sword Qi shattered all my severed limbs, and they no longer exist."
Chen Mo's hands are clenched into fists, then he thinks for a moment before asking, "What if it's into the first level?"
When a warrior enters the third realm, his body transcends the ordinary. Once he steps into the first realm, he possesses the ability to regenerate severed limbs.
Without hesitation, Fu Bei said, "Perhaps it's possible to regenerate a severed limb, and perhaps it isn't. But we can certainly try."
At this point, Zhang Long did not show any signs of happiness.
He had already entered the second realm for years, but could not reach the threshold of the first realm. Now, he had fallen to the seventh level, and it was unlikely that he would enter the first realm in this life.
Click—
During their conversation, the door of the bedroom was pushed open again by someone, it was Song Wen, the person responsible for accompanying Fu Bei, and Yun Chunqiu, who had blocked the knife for Zhang Long during his most dangerous moment.
Song Wen brought in heavenly treasures to supplement Zhang Long, while Yun Chunqiu came to show concern.
Following the two, a small, delicate figure rushed in quickly, swept her eyes around the bedroom, and then cautiously approached Chen Mo.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, where is Little Yu?"
