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Chapter 177 Mi Sari's Whispers

A commoner, after severely injuring him, can join the royal guard in a grandiose manner.

Mi Sari couldn't restrain his anger, he was not reconciled, it was obviously him who joined the royal guard.

"Hmph, after so many years, I still haven't made any progress."

"If you were working hard to temper your own life force back then, how could you lose to a commoner of a lower race?"

The middle-aged Fengqing Bee Clan snorted coldly, that incident was originally a regular competition on the trial ground.

Although the commoner used power beyond his control, in the final analysis it was his own son's problem.

What's more, now that H. Walls has completed the almost impossible trial and entered the royal guard, the royal family will pay more and more attention to such an ordinary genius with outstanding potential.

Even if they are one of the three aristocratic races in the Land of Bees, it would be more harm than good to offend the majesty of the royal family and target and kill a genius of the common people who was favored by the royal family.

"That H. Walls has already defeated Mosang, I think you should understand the meaning of it."

"This matter is over."

"The majesty of the royal family can't be offended even by our Fengqing Bee Clan."

The middle-aged Fengqing Bee Clan gave Mi Sari a serious look, and when he turned to leave, a trace of grief appeared in the eyes of the current head of the Fengqing Bee Clan.

Mi Sari is not only his son, but also the most outstanding genius in the Fengqing Bee Clan's personal life potential in the past 50 years.

In the selection of the royal guard 20 years ago, Mi Sari was only 20 years old, and the lifespan of the Fengqing Bee Clan was equivalent to that of a ten-year-old human child.

With his outstanding talent, Mi Sari didn't pay much attention to the tempering of the source of life and the way of skills.

So in that selection contest, facing the slashing attack of the cornered H. Walls, his son was afraid, and chose to avoid it, thus falling into such a fate.

In the room, upon hearing the words of the middle-aged Fengqing Bee Clan, Mi Sali leaned heavily on the chair, dejected, desperate, unwilling, remorseful, and angry...

All kinds of emotions were churning and intertwining in his heart like a storm. Defeating Mosang without entering the royal guard meant that He Wals had the potential to reach the seventh-order life.

As a nobleman, he naturally understood the gold content in this.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Mi Sari clenched his fists, raised his head and roared loudly, two lines of tears slipped from his eyes and splashed on the ground.

"Do you want revenge?"

"Regain your health and take back everything that belongs to you from that civilian..."

"Royal guard, that was originally yours..."

A faint voice from the shadowy corner echoed across the room.

Mi Sali suddenly lowered his head, glanced around the room quickly, and said sternly, "Who is it?!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can restore your health and take back everything you lost from that civilian."

"Isn't that exactly what you want..."

The faint voice is floating in all directions, making it difficult to catch its trace.

Listening to this mysterious voice that suddenly appeared, Mi Sari gradually calmed down, and the desire buried deep in his heart surged up under the whisper like a demon.

Forcibly suppressing the desire in his heart, Mi Sari said word by word: "You are the one who can't be healed by the royal cultivators?!"

Mi Sari's tone was cold, but even he himself didn't realize the deep desire in the deepest part of his words.

"Drop your blood, and you will understand in three days."

"I want to see what is playing tricks!"

Mi Sa Li snorted coldly, the source of life condensed into a sharp edge and pierced his fingertips, a drop of cyan blood fell from his fingertips, and was swallowed by a black shadow the moment it fell to the ground.

With blood dripping, the entire room became extremely silent.

In Misur restaurant, a group of dark shadows emerged from the moonlight, and Yang Sen's figure appeared in the small courtyard behind the shop as the black mist dispersed.

In his hand, a drop of cyan blood was quietly being stored in a test tube.

"One of the three nobles in the Kingdom of Bees is also a good starting point."

Yang Sen picked up the test tube and looked at the blue blood swimming inside, with a slight smile on his face.

After he learned of He Vors' past in the Chuksha level, he seriously investigated the noble youth who failed 20 years ago.

The foundation of life is damaged, the body is disabled, and the enemy who caused his injury can't help being unscathed, and he has become a royal guard with a bright future.

Under such circumstances, no matter what the situation was at the time, the noble young man would have great resentment and anger in his heart.

And this is the best opportunity for the Kingdom of Bees that he has quietly learned about.

"Woo~ Haven't you rested yet?"

Misur rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked at Yang Sen in the yard suspiciously. During this time, Yang Sen has become another support for their siblings.

"Okay, I'm going to rest now, and you should sleep well, and make more delicious food tomorrow."

Yang Sen quickly put away the test tube, touched Misur's head and smiled slightly.

"Well, I will definitely try my best!"

After Misur returned to the room, Yang Sen came to the secret room under the shop, where several simple instruments were placed on the wooden table.

These instruments were all Yang Sen let the night sleepy soul absorb into his black mist at the beginning.

"There is no condition to change clothes."

Yang Sen looked at the clothes on his body and shook his head helplessly, then put the test tube containing Mi Sari's blood into the cell analysis instrument.

As for Mi Sari's injuries, he had already understood a little bit from watching him just now.

Cells shrank, blood vessels and other tissues were torn apart by the sharp edge.

If such an injury is placed in Heiyuan City or any of the current main human cities, it will be killed on the spot, and it is impossible to even think about surviving.

But with such an injury, that noble young man survived for 20 years, and most of the reasons for this were probably the royal cultivator he said.

Yang Sen put away the running thoughts in his mind, and after the cell analysis list appeared, Night Sleeping Soul carefully placed more than ten bottom-layer solutions and semi-finished products stored in the black mist on the wooden table.

The sharp claws of the Soul of Night's Sleep held the reagent, and the claws that could easily tear apart the tank seemed particularly frightening now.

"The only way to heal his injuries is to replace the shrunken cells with embryonic cells at the genetic level."

After Yang Sen thought for a while, he began to prepare the reagent with skillful fingers. In order to ensure the safety and potency of this reagent, he also added [-] mg of the fourth-generation blood fusion reagent to it.

Although it took a lot of materials, it was all worth it.

When Mi Sari felt that his body was gradually recovering, the flames of health and revenge that had been suppressed deep in his heart would be completely ignited.

With his help, this flame will burn blazingly, and he himself can get the information he wants through Mi Sari.

Two days later, after more than ten failures, a tube of dark green reagent flowed slowly in Yang Sen's hand.

(End of this chapter)