Evolve from a Tree

Su Mu took a few steps forward indifferently and pulled out the long knife that was halfway into the ground, only to see that the blade of the long knife was broken by Su Mu in the previous confrontation, and the gap was full of cracks!

Su Mu flexed his fingers slightly, and flicked lightly on the gap in the blade. This finger seemed to overwhelm the camel's last straw, and the long, hard knife snapped into pieces all over the place.

Su Mu stared blankly at the long knife with only one handle left in his hand, and his interest faded: "So, am I already this strong?"

"Once again defeated the number one person in the world, invincible, so lonely." Su Mu looked up at the sky, the sun in the sky... The mud and rain were still falling, almost blurring his face.

With the bare handle of the knife, Su Mu wiped off the mud spots on his forehead expressionlessly, and tapped his toes on the ground like a light roc flying up, appearing in front of Zhongli in an instant.

He looked at Zhongli, whose face was like gold paper, and who was as angry as gossamer, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Brother, I haven't exerted all my strength yet, why did you fall down like this!?"

What Su Mu said was also true. In the previous confrontation, he didn't use his fisting intentions. The fisting intentions that contained a trace of World Tree's rhythm consumed too much energy, and the spiritual consciousness in the avatar was not enough to support such a terrifying consumption.

The result of forcibly using it will be the same as before, and the spiritual consciousness in the clone will directly collapse.

Some materials for the production of clones are hard to find, so it's better to cherish and use them.

But he never thought that he almost beat Zhongli to death with pure brute force. Fortunately, he didn't hit the vital point, otherwise Zhongli might be gone now, which made him feel a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, if I knew this was the case, I would have shown mercy." Su Mu apologized apologetically.

Hearing these words, Zhongli, whose life was hanging by a thread and who was as angry as a gossamer, no longer had waist pain, and his legs were no longer sore. His thick eyebrows and big eyes stared like copper bells, his body heaved violently with excitement, his hands danced, and his mouth faltered. Yes, I don’t know if I’m exhaling fragrance.

What's this?

This is the miracle of life!

This is a medical miracle!

"Could it be that I have the potential to be a part-time doctor?" Su Mu looked at the flushed face and secretly thought to Zhong Li who was so excited.

He thought about it carefully, and felt that this is really the case. How can ordinary people bring back a dying person who has stepped into the gate of hell with one foot and one foot...with just a few words.

"But why does he look so excited? Oh, he must be grateful to me. It is natural for a patient to thank the doctor for saving his life, but being too excited is not good for the patient's health."

Su Mu smiled honestly: "Don't get excited, this is what I should do."

Zhong Li stared straight at Su Mu, his body froze, and he almost died of anger on the spot.

Su Mu found that Zhongli's vital signs were declining rapidly, and it seemed, probably, maybe he was going to die on the spot in the next second!

How can this work!

He, Su Mu, is a man with the potential to become a peerless famous doctor... Dashu, who has a benevolent heart to save lives and help the world, how could he just watch a patient die in front of his eyes like this.

"Open your mouth."

Zhong Li looked angrily, and refused to die.

He, Zhongli, can be killed, but not humiliated!

Seeing that Zhongli, a patient, did not cooperate with the treatment and wanted to die, Su Mu was simply...

unacceptable!

It is an insult to his kindness!

Su Mu's expression was serious, he forcibly opened Zhongli's mouth, and poured a drop of life spirit liquid.