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"So how long did I sleep?" I asked.

"It's been almost two days and two nights. The person fell into a coma right after you had given the injection, and it was Mo Shangxun who carried you away." Yuting said.

I blushed when I heard that. This means that everyone here knows that I slept with Mo Shangxun. Ah, how embarrassing.

"Senior Sister, thank you for saving me. How can I repay you?" Li Moxiao said weakly.

"No need, we are just family. You should have a good rest, we will wait until you recover before leaving. We will go treasure hunting tomorrow. You stay here with Xiao Qingling and Lu Feng. Lu Yu stay here." After saying that, I ran away.

Qiu Yang helped Li Moxiao onto the bed and sighed, "Hey, Senior Brother, do you have other thoughts about Senior Sister Xiaoluo? I don't think you have a chance."

"Why? She looked at me, and I have to be responsible for him," Li Mo said with a smile.

"Senior Sister Xiao Luo's mind is not on you. Besides, if a doctor saves one person and is responsible for one person, then he will have to be responsible for so many people." Qiu Yang said.

"What's more, she only has Mo Shangxun in her heart. Senior Sister Xiao Luo made him the Dark Night Demon Bow. Just listen to the domineering name. Doesn't she have the materials to make the Light God Bow? Just by listening to the name, you can tell that they are a pair." Qiu Yang said again.

"After coming here to create the space iron plate, Mo Shangxun is the most special one," Qiu Yang said again.

"As long as they haven't confirmed their relationship, I want to give it a try," Li Moxiao said unwillingly.

"She has been sleeping in Mo Shangxun's arms these days." Qiu Yang rolled his eyes and was hurt again.

Li Moxiao stopped talking. He closed his eyes and secretly felt sad for his initial heartbeat.

The next morning, I did not go out to look for treasure. Instead, while adding flaming stones to the weapons of Li Moxiao, Qiu Yang, Yang Qingyun, Chu Qiao and Xiaomi, I also made a scimitar for myself and named it the Fiery Scimitar.

Just when I was feeling exhausted, an old man's voice sounded in my mind.

"Boy, I've seen you for a few days as a healer and a weapon refiner. Do you want to become even stronger? Do you want everyone around you to be amazed by you? All you have to do is walk to the corner, pick up the soul stone I'm inhabiting, and say I'm willing, and I'll pass on my lifelong abilities to you."

This sounds so familiar. In the past life, didn't we have this routine? For example, do you want to be rich? Do you want to be richer than the people around you? Then something like that.

I looked around and actually saw a black stone as big as a quail egg in the corner of the wall.

I took a pair of tongs and a piece of firestone and prepared to go.

"No, no, don't come over here, throw away the stone in your hand." The voice shouted hurriedly in my mind again.

I ignored it and walked over to pick up the jumping little stone with tongs.

"Ah! Ah! Let me go. If you don't, I will explode. At worst, we will die together." The voice threatened.

"You can self-destruct." I moved to the side of the melting furnace with the fire stone.

"Ah, why are you here? Let me go. I was wrong. Please let me go. I shouldn't have had any ideas about you." The voice begged for mercy.

"I am just like the little devil. No one can cheat me and still live in peace." I said unkindly. Then I dropped the little stone.

"Ah, I curse you not to get what you want most. Ah." The voice dropped the last word unwillingly.

What do I want most? Is it my past life? Although I am 40 years old, I have been married and had children. My relatives are all there. In this world full of unknowns, I can be said to be a thin ice. Although I have relatives, friends, and a boyfriend who I just slept with, I always feel that I lack a sense of belonging.