"You're still..."

Mo Nanjue held his palm down on the grass. He stood up and his whole body was dehydrated as if it had been steamed in a sauna. "If you don't leave, you will follow me in vain. I've already walked so far."

He said that, taking the tracker and walking forward. Mo Nanjue's steps floated slightly, and Mo Beiyan stared at his back. He could not persuade him, and there was no doubt that this was not doubtful.

He made up his mind to do something that no one could persuade him except Tong Ran...

Mo Beiyan didn't say anything more and followed him up.

Mo Nanjue walked very slowly, his right upper arm kept thrusting, and his nerves seemed to break out of his body. The medicines he took were to suppress this thing. Once the medicine was stopped, the micro-actors embedded in the nerve endings were difficult to control.

There is only a little left in the medicine...

He tried to stop the medicine, and it started to react in just a few days.

Mo Nanjue's eyes were cold. When he went to the UK, the doctor of the Mu family told him that your disease was not cured, either disabled or dead. If you insist on standing up, you have to endure great pain...

The neurological aid developed by Chen An saved his life and made him stand up again, but he needed to rest in the first place.

Rest for at least eight years.

Chen An opposed him from beginning to end.

But Tong Ran was still waiting for him, so Mo Nanjue did not listen to his advice. He overdrawed this period and cut it off for four years...

Suddenly someone slapped his shoulder, and Mo Beiyan followed, "Jue, I'll ask you a question."

Mo Nanjue withdrew his thoughts and walked forward, "What?"

Mo Beiyan tightened his palms, "Did your illness not be cured?"

"Who did you hear?" Mo Nanjue pushed away his hand, and he lowered his eyes slightly, "It's almost OK, do you think I don't seem to be good?"

It's a bit like...

He didn't believe that he was really cured. Mo Wenbin had been cured for so many years but had not recovered. He was paralyzed in bed until the end and died.

The Mo family invited all the famous doctors in the world, and they were helpless.

Mo Beiyan was about to continue speaking, but the tracker suddenly made a sound. Mo Nanjue looked down and his eyes suddenly became sunken, "He took out the jade ring."

The positioning source is completely fixed.

The positioner he installed in the ring is equipped with a constant temperature sensing system. Once it is heated or touched by body temperature, the sensor connected to this end will emit an alarm.

Mo Nanjue tightened the tracker, "Just in front, they must be in the bamboo house."

Mo Beiyan waved his hand, and the men in black gathered over, "Young Master, the eldest master."

Mo Nanjue squatted down, he supported the ground with both hands and drew a rough picture on the ground with branches, "I've been here once. This bamboo house is almost that big. You eight of you are divided into four groups, all with explosives and headphones. If you ask you to blow it up, you'll explode."

"yes!"

Several men in black nodded, and then each carried explosives and dispersed according to the instructions.

Mo Nanjue supported the ground and felt a little dizzy before he stood up. Mo Beiyan held his shoulder, "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

Mo Nanjue shook his head, and Mo Beiyan reached out to touch the artery in his neck, "Damn, what's wrong with you? Tell the truth!"

"I said it's okay!"

Mo Nanjue brushed away his hand, stood up, suddenly took out a dagger, raised his right arm and slashed it hard!

"you……"

Is this crazy?!
Chapter completed!