Mortal Cultivation Biography Chapter 32 Proud - Mortal Cultivation Biography

 Chapter 32 Proud

Han Li turned around and walked towards the door. When he came to the door, he suddenly turned around and asked again:

"Xiongtai standing behind Mr. Mo has never said a word, I don't know what happened"

Doctor Mo listened to Han Li's sudden question, smiled slightly, and slyly avoided answering:

"You are so witty, guess what, you will be able to guess it."

Han Li shook his head and walked out of Doctor Mo's house neatly. I wonder if he couldn't guess, or if he didn't want to guess at all.

Han Li's face darkened as soon as he went out.

"In this conflict with Dr. Mo, I had no power to fight back, so I was restrained by the other side, which shows that I was still too naive, thinking that I would be able to deal with the other side by virtue of my cleverness. A tube of five poisonous water was seized without playing its role at all. I still have to go back and think about it, how can I strengthen my strength. "

Thinking of this, he strode over to his residence. It seems that he is not willing to be controlled by Doctor Mo like this.

Inside the house, Doctor Mo stared dumbfounded at the plank-paved floor, where a large hole with a thick bowl appeared in the darkness. Just now, he casually tested the contents of the iron cylinder, and the venom sprayed from the cylinder easily corroded the ground to the end. Seeing the strange toxicity of this venom, Doctor Mo couldn't hold back his fear any longer, jumped up and scolded:

"Son Turtle, when did you learn to make such a poison? I never taught him anything about it. I thought it was just an ordinary fairy who was addicted to the drug. This stinky boy is really ruthless, turning his face and not recognizing anyone."

Han Li, who didn't know that he had caused a fright to Doctor Mo, returned to his room and fell asleep with his head on the bed. He had experienced such a huge change today, and his body and mind were exhausted. He urgently needed a rest. Physical recovery.

Han Li, who had regained his energy, slowly woke up from his sleep. He got up and looked at the sky. The east was a little pale. It seemed that by the next morning, his sleep was not too short this time.

Han Li, who straightened up, did not get out of bed, but raised his chin with both hands, resting his arms on his thighs, thinking of a way to escape Doctor Mo's control.

Obviously, he is absolutely safe within this year. For the sake of his own life, the other party will not attack him. Instead, he will try his best to protect him, but it is hard to say whether he will be safe after a year.

Han Li needn't worry about the "Changchun Gong" problem. He has achieved the fourth level a few days ago, and he will definitely be able to capture the fifth level a year later, so he doesn't need to worry about it any more.

The problem of "corpse worm pills" is easy to solve. At that time, as long as you show the progress of your cultivation to the other party, you can coerce the other party to give you the antidote before the other party asks for treatment. The other party will definitely not offend him for this.

Suddenly, Han Li remembered something. He took out a medicine bottle from his body with his hands, poured out a green pill from it, and then lifted his head to take the medicine. Start to look inside quietly.

"Cough, this old ghost Mo really didn't lie to himself on this corpse worm pill, but Qingling Powder, which solves all the poisons in the world, has no effect on this pill. It seems that it will take a year before he can get it. The antidote." Han Li muttered in a slightly annoyed voice.

After putting the medicine bottle back into his arms, he got up from the bed and went under the bed.

He gathered around the only table in the house and started spinning.

While walking slowly with his hands behind his back, he continued to consider the various problems in his mind.

Speaking of which, Han Li didn't fully believe what Doctor Mo said to him. He knew that what the other party said must have many inaccuracies. It's a pity that he knew this, but he couldn't resist because he was threatened by his relatives.

Han Li is very skeptical about whether Doctor Mo will truly keep his promise a year later. If it is as simple as the other party said, it will be easy to handle. He has absolutely no need to confront him. But he was afraid that the other party concealed the unfavorable part of him, and then turned his face and made a poisonous hand. If he did not make the slightest preparation, he would not even have the room to resist.

Han Li thought over and over again several times, but felt that there was no good solution.

Now he and Doctor Mo are afraid of both sides. The other party is afraid that he will delay his life by not cultivating carefully, and he is also worried that the other party will kill him after he relieves his worries.

Originally, he could use this to threaten the other party with one or two, and let the other party throw the rat, but now that the opponent has seized the lifeline of his relatives, he can only shrink his hands and compromise.

"Do you really want to put your life in the palm of the opponent's hand, and hope that the other party will show mercy and show mercy to his subordinates?" Han Li was a little discouraged.

"No, you mustn't do this. Your own destiny must never be controlled by other people's thoughts. It's the stupidest idea to leave everything to others to manipulate." Then he overthrew this stupid idea.

After racking his brains, Han Li still came up with a solution.

He intends to strengthen his own strength in many ways, and find ways to increase his bargaining power in order to deter the opponent. Even if the opponent really wants to attack, he can still have room to protect himself.

This is really stupid to pay attention to, you can only passively defend and let the opponent strike first. But now, only this method is feasible, and it is more comprehensive and appropriate.

After taking his attention, Han Li decided to take a walk outside. He pushed open the door, walked to the open space outside the house, stretched his waist lazily, and yawned.

Facing the biting morning wind in the morning, he looked at the half-rising red sun, and said with great pride:

"My own destiny can only be in my own hands and will never be manipulated by others."