A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Doctor Mo's face was expressionless, his eyes were slightly half-opened and half-closed, and one hand was firmly placed on Han Li's wrist.

All his attention was focused on the strength of Qi in Han Li's body, and he remained silent for a long time.

After a cup of tea, he took a deep breath and seemed to spit out all the troubles in his heart. His eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of light shot out from his cloudy eyes, making people dare not look at him. .

His face was gloomy. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with Han Li, but he still didn't say any scolding words.

He waved his hand indifferently and motioned for Han Li to follow him.

Han Li followed him obediently. Although he was very interested in the mysterious person on his side, he knew that now was not the time for him to ask questions casually.

After entering the room, Dr. Mo sat down on the Taishi chair a little tiredly, his back pressed against the backrest, half lying down. The light in his eyes has dissipated, and he has returned to his appearance after a long illness.

The mysterious man followed him closely, never leaving. After he sat down, he stood behind the chair and stood there motionless.

Han Li knew that Doctor Mo was unhappy and didn't want to take the initiative to offend him by speaking out, so he followed the example of the mysterious man and walked to the middle of the room, facing Doctor Mo with his head lowered, knowing what was interesting and stopped moving, waiting for him. Ask questions.

After a long time, there was still no one saying anything. Han Li was a little strange and couldn't hold himself back. He quietly wanted to raise his head and take a peek at Doctor Mo.

"You can watch it if you want. Why do you have to be secretive?" Just as he raised his neck halfway, Doctor Mo's cold and stern voice came over.

Han Li was startled for a moment, then he raised his head obediently, his eyes turned around on Doctor Mo's face a few times, and then he immediately pulled back.

The expression on Han Li's face did not change, but his heart was like a turbulent sea, rolling continuously.

Why did Dr. Mo's face look so weird all of a sudden? His somewhat gray face was covered with a faint layer of black air. This black air seemed to be alive, stretching out countless tiny tentacles and clawing at his face. Dancing around. What frightened Han Li even more was that Doctor Mo changed his usual rigid expression and showed a stern and decisive look on his face. He was looking at Han Li with a malicious look, and there was a bit of sarcastic ridicule at the corner of his mouth. meaning.

Han Li felt that something was not right about the situation. A somewhat uneasy feeling came over his heart, and a dangerous aura began to spread in the room.

He took half a step back alertly and cautiously, retracted his hands into his sleeves and grabbed an iron cylinder there, and relaxed his tense nerves a little. At this moment, a low voice from Doctor Mo suddenly came to his ears. The sound of mocking.

"How dare you show off your little cleverness?"

Doctor Mo moved, strangely changing from lying down to standing. He smiled sinisterly and then swayed. He came to Han Li like a ghost and looked at Han Li with a "hehe" sneer.

Han Li's expression changed drastically. He knew something was wrong, and he hurriedly tried to raise his arms, but his body was numb and he couldn't move.

Only then did he see that the other party's fingers were removed from the acupuncture point on his chest.

It was so fast that I didn't notice the other party's move at all.

"Old Mo, what are you trying to do? If there is anything wrong with this disciple, you can just speak up, but why do you need to touch my acupuncture points?" At this time, Han Li could no longer maintain his previous calmness, and he forced a smile on his face. Doctor Mo said.

Doctor Mo didn't say anything. He just hammered his back a few times with one hand and coughed slightly. He looked like an old lady who couldn't help but feel frail.

But Han Li had just seen how fast he was restraining himself, so he still dared to treat him as an ordinary seriously ill old man, so he paid more attention to his pretentiousness.

"Doctor Mo, what is your identity, and why do you need to be on the same level as my disciple? If you open my disciple's acupuncture points, I will bear all the punishment you have."

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Han Li said a few more nice and complimentary words in succession.

But Doctor Mo ignored him at all. He reached out and took out the iron cylinder from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and then looked at his performance with a look of ridicule and contempt.

When Han Li saw this situation, his heart suddenly sank to the deepest level, and his original hope of impressing the other party with words was completely abandoned.

It seems that the other party will not give him any opportunity to take advantage of him.

Han Li slowly closed his mouth, his face became calm, and he looked back at Dr. Mo with emotionless eyes.

Suddenly everything in the house seemed to be still at this moment, and there was no sound, becoming as calm as before the storm.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Doctor Mo suddenly opened his mouth with the words "ok".

"You are worthy of being the person that I, Mo Juren, have taken a liking to. You can still keep your composure and remain calm in the face of danger. It's worthy of the huge investment I made on you." He praised Han Li all of a sudden.

"What do you want to do with me?" Han Li asked instead of following Doctor Mo's words.

"Haha! What should I do with you?" Doctor Mo repeated Han Li's question noncommittally.

"How to deal with you? It depends on how you behave."

"What do you mean?" Han Li frowned, vaguely guessing some of the other party's plans.

"I won't tell you, but with your intelligence, you should be able to understand a little bit, right?"

"I can only guess a small part, but I still don't understand the whole story, the causes and consequences." Han Li did not deny it, but admitted it frankly.

"Very good, this is the right thing to do. If you have any questions, just ask me directly. Don't keep it in your stomach." Doctor Mo smiled sinisterly, and the black air on his face seemed to be thicker, which reflected him The face is even more ferocious.

"I know you have been wary of me and don't really treat me as a master. But that doesn't matter. I don't really treat you as a disciple." Doctor Mo snorted.