Chapter 32 The heroic birth

Han Li turned around and walked towards the door. When he came to the gate, he suddenly turned around and asked another question:

"The brother standing behind Mr. Mo hasn't said a word. I don't know what's going on?"

After listening to Han Li's sudden question, Dr. Mo smiled slightly and cunningly avoided answering:

"You are so witty. Guess, you will definitely guess."

Han Li shook his head and walked out of Dr. Mo's room neatly. I don't know if he couldn't guess or didn't want to guess at all.

As soon as Han Li went out of the door, his face became gloomy.

"In this conflict with Dr. Mo, I had no power to fight back and was restrained by the other party, which showed that I was still too naive, thinking that I could fight with the other party with a little cleverness. As a result, a bottle of five poisons of water painstingly made was seized without playing its role at all. I still have to go back and think about how to strengthen my own strength.

Thinking of this, he strode towards his residence. It seems that he is not willing to be controlled by Dr. Mo like this.

In the room, Dr. Mo stared blankly at the ground paved with wooden boards, and a large black hole with a bowl mouth appeared on it. Just now, he carelessly tried to rave the stuff in the iron barrel, and the poison ejected from the barrel easily roded the ground to the end. Seeing the strange toxicity of this poison, Dr. Mo could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and jumped up and cursed:

"Turtle son, when did you learn to make such poison? I have never taught him anything in this regard. I thought it was just an ordinary fairy's necroxic. This bastard is really cruel and doesn't recognize anyone.

Han Li, who didn't know that he had shocked Dr. Mo, fell asleep on the bed after returning to his room. He had experienced such a great change today that his body and mind were consumed too much, and he urgently needed rest to recover his physical strength.

Han Li, who had nourished his spirit, slowly woke up from his sleep. He got up and looked at the sky. The east was a little white. It seemed that he was the next morning, and this sleep was really not short.

Han Li, who straightened up, did not get out of bed, but held his chin with both hands, put his arms on his thighs, and thought about how to escape from Dr. Mo's control.

Obviously, he is absolutely safe in this year. The other party will not do anything to him for his own life. Instead, he will try his best to protect him, but it is difficult to say whether he will be safe in a year.

Han Li doesn't have to worry about the problem of "Changchun Gong". He practiced to the fourth level a few days ago, and the fifth level will definitely be reached a year later. He doesn't have to worry much about it.

The problem of "corpse worm pill" is also easy to solve. At that time, as long as you show the progress of cultivation to the other party and blackmail the other party to give himself an antidote before the other party asks for treatment, the other party will not offend him for this.

Suddenly, Han Li remembered something. He took out a medicine bottle from his body with his hand, poured out a turquoise pill from it, and then took the medicine with his head up. After a while, when the medicine took effect, he began to look inward quietly.

"Cough! This old ink ghost really didn't lie to himself on this corpse worm pill, but Qinglingsan, which solved the world's poisons, actually had no effect on this pill. It seems that it really takes a year to get the antidote. Han Li muttered in a somewhat annoyed voice.

After putting the medicine bottle back into his arms, he got out of bed and came under the bed.

He began to turn around the only table in the house.

While walking slowly with his hands folded down, he continued to think about various problems in his mind.

Speaking of which, Han Li did not fully believe what Dr. Mo said to him, knowing that there must be many untrue things that the other party said. It's a pity that knowing this, I can't resist because I was threatened by the other party with relatives.

Han Li was very doubtful of whether Dr. Mo would really keep his promise a year later. If it was really as simple as the other party said, it would be easy to do. He had no need to confront him at all. But he was afraid that the other party would hide the unfavorable part of him. At that time, he would turn around and poison him. If he didn't prepare at all, he wouldn't even have room to resist.

Han Li thought about it over and over again, but felt that there was no good way to solve it.

Now he and Dr. Mo are both afraid. The other party is afraid that he will delay his life if he doesn't practice hard, and he is also worried that the other party will poison him after he relieves his worries.

Originally, he could have used this to threaten the other party and let the other party throw a mouse weapon, but now that the opponent has strangled the lifeline of his relatives, he can only shrink his hands and feet and has no choice but to compromise.

"Do you really want to put your little life on the palm of the other party, hoping that the other party will be merciful and have mercy on your subordinates at that time?" Han Li was a little discouraged.

"No, you must not do this. Your own fate must not be controlled between other people's thoughts. It is the most stupid idea to hand over everything you to others to manipulate." Then he overturned this stupid idea.

After racking his brains, Han Li still came up with a way.

He intends to strengthen his strength in many aspects and try his best to increase his chips to deter the other party. Even if the other party really wants to take action, he can still have room to protect himself.

This is really a stupid warning. It can only passively defend and let the opponent take the lead. But nowadays, only this method is feasible, which is relatively well-thooth-round.

After paying attention, Han Li decided to walk outside. He pushed open the door and walked to the open space outside the house. He stretched out his waist lazily and yawned.

Facing the bone-chilling morning breeze in the morning, he looked at the half-rised red sun, and was proud:

"My own fate can only be in my own hands, and I will never be manipulated by others."