Lock text system: The hero please respect yourself

"Why are you here now?" The little raccoon circled around Lan Zhi, "Wan Xun Ye found out that I was the one who kidnapped him, so he beat me up so badly that he pulled all the hair off his tail and rubbed it .” As he spoke, he hugged his own tail, turning out a small scar that had lost all hair, “Look.”

Lan Zhi lifted it up and said to Jian Qiang, "It's not too late, let's go."

After more than ten days of low-key walking on a secluded road, at dusk that day, Lan Zhi met Mo Li, whom he had made an appointment with, under an ancient locust tree next to a cold town.

Mo Li, like his master, was dressed in black. Although his appearance was not as handsome as the others, his temperament was the most restrained.He nodded slightly, and looked at the little beast lying in Lan Zhi's arms.

A few people ordered some food and drinks at the inn, and the little raccoon was a little drunk, lying on Lan Zhi's legs and sleeping on his back.Lan Zhi rubbed its belly, and asked, "How does the Northbound Sect plan to deal with Bai Fengyang?"

Mo Li said: "It is said that it has been unable to make a decision, and re-establishing the head is a major matter for the sect, so Bai Fengyang has been imprisoned temporarily, and there is no movement."

Lan Zhi was thoughtful: "Well, it's a bit risky to forcefully break into the dungeon. Although it's not a problem to rescue him, but the movement is too loud, and there may be casualties." At this time, the Northbound faction will be stimulated at every turn. People, it is best not to fight head-on.

Mo Li looked at the snoring beast on Lan Zhi's lap, and asked softly, "How is it?"

"That's right, I let it look at Wan Xun Ye, and it did a good job."

Mo Li asked again: "Have you recovered your memory?"

"No." Lan Zhi looked at the flickering candles on the table, and looked up at Jian Qiang, "Go back to your room and rest, I have something to say to Mo Li."

"Well, call me if you have something to do." Jian Qiang has been by his side for two years, knowing that there must be a reason for what Lan Zhi said, so he turned and left without asking any questions.

The little raccoon turned over and almost fell off Lan Zhi's legs, but Mo Li held it up.Lan Zhi pulled it back onto his lap, and said in a low voice, "Actually, it has already lost its memory once, right?"

Mo Li lowered his head and said nothing.

"The sense of taste is amazing. After tasting all kinds of herbs, you can recognize the taste of spiritual herbs just by the taste. This is a test alchemy beast raised by a top alchemist, isn't it?"

Mo Li's eyes moved slightly: "How do you know?"

"Usually this kind of monster is going to blind its eyes, pierce its ears, and leave only the sense of taste and smell among the five senses. It will be kept in a cage for a lifetime to try pills and herbs. What's going on?"

Mo Li's breathing was a little unsteady, and he said softly, "You only know one thing, not the other."

"How to say?"

"Testing pill beasts are divided into two types. The first kind is rare. As you said, blind and deaf animals are kept in cages. They are only responsible for trying the rarest and most precious herbs and elixirs to distinguish their quality. Extremely rare, usually well maintained to prolong life as much as possible."

Lan Zhi stroked the fluffy fur in his hand: "Another kind?"

Mo Li's voice changed slightly: "The other one, like Lan Leng, is responsible for processing all kinds of spiritual herbs and elixirs. In addition to distinguishing the color and temperament, they also have to work for the master. There are many kinds of spiritual herbs that I eat, many of which are poisonous, and the medicinal properties of various spiritual herbs are different. If they accumulate in the body for many years, they will die early and go away quickly. This kind of spirit that is thrown away after use usually does not live beyond 25 years. , the alchemist calls them wheels."

Lan Zhi nodded silently.

Mo Li took a deep breath, and continued: "It has been raised by an alchemist since it was a child, and its personality is simple, so it can be regarded as devoted to its master. It's a pity that it has feelings and expectations, and it doesn't know that it is a wheel, but the master may not. With sincerity, after more than ten years, toxins have accumulated, and the body is getting worse."

"How did it meet you?"

Mo Li was quiet for a long time before he said: "Once I was seriously injured and was arrested, and I sold it to this alchemist with a lot of money. The alchemist asked Lan Leng to kill me, and separated all the bones, meat, fur, etc. into different categories. , for making alchemy tools. Lan Leng has never killed a living monster, so he couldn't do it at that time, so he secretly let me go."

Lan Zhi could almost predict what happened later.

"It is conceivable that its master was so angry that he whipped it hundreds of times with a whip, and uttered all kinds of cruel words, saying that it was a worthless wheel and would be thrown away when it was used up. How dare you put such an expensive thing Let him go. I went back to look for him when he recovered from his injuries. At that time, he was kept in a cage with festering wounds and burned beyond recognition. When I rescued him, he didn’t even look at me. There was no movement."

Lan Zhi nodded and said, "So you let it take medicine and lose its memory?"

Mo Li quietly nodded: "It stays motionless every day, if it doesn't forget, it can't survive at all. I healed its wounds, let it drink Duanchou soup, and forgot everything since birth It was clean. I told it that it had a master before, who treated it very well, but died too old, and entrusted it to me before it died. It believed it, and has followed me since then."

Lan Zhi was speechless for a long time, and finally said: "I also feel that its memory seems to be a little confused. The first time you drink Duanchou Tang, the effect is the best, and it is almost impossible to restore the memory. But the more you drink, the worse the effect of the medicine. I remember some of the past and forget most of it, so I feel something is wrong."

Mo Li couldn't help asking: "Can it restore memory?"

Lan Zhi slowly rubbed the soft stomach on his legs: "I haven't had much contact with it before, so I have to rely on you to restore its memory."