Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

More than an hour ago, DeCarlo had sent a message on his mobile phone that Iyalian had finished breakfast. Calculating the time, now is just the right time to take the Holy Son to take a walk in the square.

The power of the tree of life and the earth promoted the healing and growth of wounds, but in fact it also consumed a lot of energy and nutrients in the flesh cells. Even if the injected vitality reduced the damage caused by this excessive consumption, it would take a long time for the body to recover completely.

During this period, a lot of sleep, proper nutrition and a small amount of exercise can promote the recovery of the body.

Although he is not a doctor, Moyiwu has this knowledge in his memory, which makes Mo Yu once again sigh that the lord's desire to explore knowledge is simply endless.

But whether it is interpersonal communication or handling social affairs, the relevant memory is almost blank. Obviously, the other party can know everything about Moyiwu, but Mo Yu rummaged through Moyiwu's memory and could only find a name, and at most a one-sentence introduction.

Whether it is a socially anxious person who is afraid of communicating with others, or a socially cold person who simply does not want to waste time (a socially apathetic person), this great magician Moyiwu is definitely a severe level existence.

Mo Yu began to gradually understand why there are always people who know "Moyiwu", but his inherited memory is blank.

—— This socially anxious lord, I am afraid he has never remembered it from the beginning.

If the original owner can't remember it, then it is more reasonable for him, the fake one, to not remember it!

And it seems that the reason why they are so poor has been found.

The lord is obsessed with academics - or perhaps he is exploring ways to save the world - and has no intention of managing worldly affairs. He leaves all the people, things and objects in the territory alone. He uses money to solve things that can be solved (such as buying food from merchants regularly instead of asking elves for help), and ignores things that can be ignored even if there is no income (such as mines)...

In fact, the lord should really find a housekeeper, but think about it, his only housekeeper is a stupid roe deer apprentice who has taken too much amnesia powder... Well, Mo Yu seems to understand something again.

However, since the druids came, Decarlo can finally learn low-level magic freely without taking amnesia drugs every day, but there are too many daily trivialities, and he has only learned one more [Thunderbolt] so far.

"I still have to find a housekeeper..." Mo Yu sighed in his heart and walked to the bottom of the magician tower.

Iyalian seemed to be in a much better state today. He was wearing a white robe and sitting on the edge of the flower bed, teasing the light lily in the flower bed with his index finger. The scene was particularly like teasing stray cats and dogs on the roadside.

The light lily, which had been moving on its own since yesterday, rubbed Iyalian's slender fingers with its flowers, just like a stray cat/dog begging for rubbing. It obviously had no vocal organs, but when it was touched and scratched, the flower branches trembled as if making a comfortable sound.

——Are you there? Why can you send pictures with sound jpg

"Morning." Mo Yu walked up and said hello, "How do you feel today?"

"Not bad." Iyalian stood up, but felt a little dizzy. He stumbled and his body was shaky. Mo Yu hurriedly stepped forward and barely supported him.

"I'm sorry, I'm still a little dizzy, please let me take a break." Iyalian bent his body slightly and rested his forehead on the side of Mo Yu's neck. It seemed that the wound in his abdomen had recurred, and he frowned in pain.

Mo Yu didn't dare to move him easily, fearing that it would increase his pain, so he had to support Iyalian as a diligent human support.

Little did they know that in the eyes of the players in the distance, this scene looked like the Lord and the Son of God hugging each other, the Lord hugging the Son of God's waist, and the Son of God leaning his head on the Lord's neck.

The breeze blew gently, and the Son of God's silver long hair and the Lord's robe swayed gently in the wind. In the flowerbed at their feet, a lily of light also swayed happily.

For a while, the sound of the players' screenshots snapping made Mo Yu's heart tighten.

——Not good, it's bad!