Interstellar travel, a beloved companion, a magnificent and turbulent otherworld.

What Mo Li has shown is truly convincing.

Mo Junlin is too fragile right now; if even a tiny bit of energy is input incorrectly, his life force will be cut off.

suddenly

Mo Li's expression hardened, a flash of inspiration crossing his mind. He felt a slight pang of annoyance; how could she have forgotten this? He needed life force, and coincidentally, the pink pearls he had just discovered contained that energy.

"Ayu, do me a favor. Place the pink seashells from this spatial button around him, and then go and see if there really is one person, or several people, over there."

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

There was no doubt that Mo Junlin's injuries were severe, undoubtedly sustained on the battlefield. She still couldn't understand why he had fallen onto this beach; was he clinging to his last breath, trying to go home?

Or perhaps, because they were suddenly caught in a spacetime storm, they were lucky enough to land on their own planet?

Mo Li quickly shook his head, trying to clear his mind of all the jumbled thoughts. Forget it, none of that mattered. The most important thing was to heal his injuries as soon as possible.

There was no time to waste; his life was hanging by a thread. She tilted her head back, forcing herself to hold back her tears. This was not the time for her to show weakness or shed tears.

Dongfang Yu watched from the side, feeling a pang of heartache. He longed to gently hold her in his arms and comfort her, but he knew it was inappropriate at the time.

Right now, she had the most important thing to do. Her gaze toward Mo Junlin was filled with admiration and reluctance. Even though she was a man, she couldn't bear to look at him for long when she saw him so badly injured.

“He is a respectable person, Ali. If there is anything you need me to do, just let me know. I hope he can survive.”

"Yes, I will. With me here, I will make sure he survives."

After arranging all the pink seashells, Mo Li released her special ability, internally ingesting, decomposing, and extracting them. The vital energy she possessed was so high that it took almost no effort or time to separate and extract them individually.

Looking at the large, dreamlike mass of energy gathering in front of her, resembling a beautiful pink cloud, she immediately channeled her most integrated healing energy to merge with it.

When the two are completely integrated, without any rejection, they naturally form a unified whole, so perfectly natural, as if they were originally the same energy.

With a gentle wave of her slender, pale hand, Mo Li sent the energy directly toward Mo Junlin, forming a semi-transparent energy cocoon that emitted rings of light, completely enveloping him within it.

The cocoon was constantly releasing wisps of extremely integrated energy, which seeped into his body little by little through his skin. Mo Li observed his changes without blinking, and his ears suddenly twitched, quickly catching the faint breath coming from his mouth.

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, realizing she had pulled him back from the brink of death. Heaven knows, she hadn't been able to feel his breath at all just now. If it weren't for her energy probe, which detected that almost imperceptible, faint life force—so weak that even her gentle exhale was barely perceptible—she would have truly thought he was already...

If it weren't for her, anyone else, even with the most advanced medical equipment, would have sadly declared his life over.

Having seen the results and confirmed the effectiveness, Mo Li did not stop. She began to extract and peel away the other energy from the pink shell, continuously injecting it into the cocoon that enveloped Mo Junlin.

Until all the energy was stripped away, she heard his breathing was no longer weak. Looking over, she saw through his chest, which was devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only bare white bones, and then looked inside his body. There, her bright red heart, covered in wounds and missing a piece, began to beat again.

Mo Li glanced at it only once before immediately looking away. Before transmigrating, she had seen all sorts of horrific zombies and severely injured people, and there were some more horribly injured than Mo Junlin. Having already hardened her heart, she didn't think much of it.

That's the law of survival: the fittest survive, and the strong rule.

But at this moment, it was completely different. She couldn't accept it. The pain in her heart felt so real. It was different, really different. She was the person she would spend her whole life with.

Thinking this, she moved her hands faster, increasing the output of energy, and began to extract and condense the essence from the flesh of the pink shell. Mo Junlin's current condition could not be treated by taking pills, medicines, or eating.

For no other reason?

Simply because:

His stomach was missing half, leaving no room to hold it, and his intestines were even more...

She could only refine and compress the essence into an energy liquid, and then, in a way that allowed it to permeate his entire body, allowing every cell, every vein, and every nerve to absorb it.

"Butterfly Dance, do me a favor and prepare all of these things in the space for me. He is seriously injured and needs to be rebuilt in many places."