Chapter 82 Counterattack

But Aunt Zhuang is a general person. He knew that Mo Shaohong must have his own reason for doing this. She quietly walked to the door and looked out through the curtains. After confirming that the door of the building was locked, she breathed a sigh of relief and turned to continue looking at Mo Shaohong.

Mo Shaohong grabbed the peppers hand by hand and stuffed them into his mouth. As the peppers gradually decreased, Mo Shaohong's face became redder and he gasped. He felt that his whole body was spicy and could spit out fire in his eyes. After he finished eating the last pepper, Mo Shaohong felt that his whole body was hot and his big mouth was spicy. Then he thrust his horse on the ground and began to exercise his skills.

Mo Shaohong felt that the heat flow in his lower abdomen began to gradually recover, and then he gathered little by little. He forced his thoughts to pull the heat flow, so that the heat flow began to flow in his body along his bloodline. As the heat flow became more and more, the pain became stronger and stronger. The pain was like cramps and skinning, and his life would slowly pass by bit.

Say! Mo Shaohong said, his voice was dull, just like the old cow squirted. As the saying goes, women are afraid of humming, men are afraid of silence. As long as a man says, he can't bear the pain at all. Mo Shaohong's eyes are flowing with tears, and his body is swaying. He almost faints in pain, but he knows that he can't faint, and once he faints, it will be completely useless, so he insists on and starts to punch hard in the room.

Hong Wazi, don't slander yourself, okay? Aunt Zhuang is kind in her heart and can't bear to suffer. When he saw Mo Shaohong in such pain, she also comforted her.

Aunt Zhuang, don't be afraid...I can withstand it! Mo Shaohong smiled bitterly, his laughter was quite unpleasant. He knew that he had to hold on. Now there are many things that he needs to hold on.

Five minutes, ten minutes, time passed little by little, Mo Shaohong went from staggering to steady action, and finally the faster he punched, the more he punched, the more he was more refreshing. At the end, Aunt Zhuang, who was standing by, couldn't see Mo Shaohong's fist clearly, and could only feel the wind in front of him.

Hong Wazi, take a break! Aunt Zhuang cried with joy. She knew that Mo Shaohong probably had excreted toxins, but she was afraid that Mo Shaohong would be tired.

Not tired, Aunt Zhuang, I am now transparent, the more I hit the boxing, the clearer my head will be. Hehe, not only did I drain all the toxins, but my skills have also improved a lot! Mo Shaohong was happy, what is Nirvana rebirth? Maybe that's it. After experiencing all kinds of pain, he ushered in another leap of his own skill.

Aunt Zhuang smiled happily, but she cried again while smiling, saying: If your second uncle is still here, he will definitely be happy for you!

Aunt Zhuang, my second uncle is gone, but we must live well, so that he can feel at ease there. Don’t worry, as long as I, Mo Shaohong, are there, you and the girl Chaner, will not be able to bear any grievances! Mo Shaohong comforted Aunt Zhuang, but in fact he sighed in his heart. I don’t know how to pass this level at this moment. How can I guarantee that Aunt Zhuang can live a good life? It’s a blessing not to implicate her.

Although Mo Shaohong thought so in his heart, his thoughts turned and immediately realized that he was no longer the same person as before. In Yang Yaqian's eyes, he must have been poisoned and was so anxious that he couldn't find Bei. But in fact, he not only removed the poison, but also improved his skills. According to his conservative estimate, he has now reached the second half of the Wenzi Jue, and Qigong has also reached the chest. Both physical strength and agility are much higher than before. Mo Shaohong felt that even if he was a black blind man in front of him, he could tear it in half.

In other words, in this game that seems to have lost, I already have the ability to fight hard.

If they really want to kill themselves, he would quietly drill into the mountains and cut off contact with the outside world. Even if they had the ability to do so, it would be useless. They could not burn the forest.

Thinking of this, Mo Shaohong became more and more aware of it. Since he had reached this point, there was nothing scary about him. He had already thought about it. First, he had to leave Wangfu Village quickly and then stop contacting anyone before ensuring safety. Even Aunt Zhuang could not do it, because he was afraid of implicating Aunt Zhuang. Second, he had to find a way to know who killed the second uncle himself. If you want to know these, you have to go to the city. Third, he held the iron book in his hand. This thing is the lifeblood of the Wu family, and the family operating behind it seems to be very particular. As long as the book does not fall into their hands, he will live one more day!

The more Mo Shaohong thought about it, the more he felt that things were not that bad. Before, he was confused by something unexpected. Now that he was clear and his thoughts were smooth, he gradually figured it out.

Hong Wazi, why are you stupid? When Aunt Zhuang saw Mo Shaohong stunned on the edge of the kang, she asked while handing water to Mo Shaohong. Mo Shaohong shook his head and picked up the big porcelain jar handed over by Aunt Zhuang and started drinking water in big mouthfuls. Aunt Zhuang had boiled a lot of water before, but now it was almost cold. Mo Shaohong scooped and drank one jar after another until his stomach was round and he burped.