Before the coma, Lin Hao had no time to hold the green fox mask on his face. As for whether he would be successful in disguise, he didn't even know.

He could only see a few figures flying from the huge magic boat that seemed to cover the sky and the sun. However, before these figures descended beside him, he fell into the darkness in chaos.

…”Mr. Lin, please have a meal soon and wash up. My young master will summon Mr. Lin to ask some questions later.”

A few days later, in a cabin of the giant magic boat, Lin Hao lay on his side on the bed, and the owner of the magic boat was placed in front of him, and the meals provided to him were provided.

It is said that the meat in this meal is made of the unicorn meat of the third-level ink dragon dragon. The so-called unicorn meat is the little bit of meat that is rooted in the flesh with the dragon scales.

This meat can only produce a small bowl on each Molong dragon, and it is extremely difficult to preserve. After being removed from the Molong dragon, it can only be stored for less than three hours. If it is to be stored for a longer time, the herbs used to preserve this meat will actually be more expensive.

This meat is the best medicinal food used by famous families to heal or practice.

Now, because he was seriously injured, he has been able to eat the unicorn meat of the Molong Dragon almost every meal for four or five days, and not only the unicorn meat. In the past few days, he has eaten several precious ink beast meat or other materials on the body of the ink beast.

And all these things are to heal him.

This is already a huge move.

So when the two maids guarding his door said that the owner of the ship was about to see him, Lin Hao had no intention of resisting, nodded lightly and said no.

Now he is extremely weak.

Although it has been five days since the battle with the old city lord, what happened in the Wanxing Valley is like passing clouds and smoke. Thinking back at this time is like a dream.

But the injury really stayed on him.

The most serious injury he was at this time was actually not the penetration injury of the old city lord, but the nine-day divine thunder that was brought down by the final punishment of the Heavenly Dao! If he was in full swing, he would never be afraid of the divine thunder, but he would probably have another battle with the Heavenly Dao.

However, when the thunder struck, he was seriously injured, and was exhausted and almost exhausted due to the use of the Tao word technique.

Therefore, the divine thunder was almost slashed without any defense, which directly caused the meridians in his body to be chaotic, causing him to have five days passed, and not only did the injuries on his body not recovered, but also showed signs of aggravation.

"There is no obstacle to the operation of spiritual power, but the divine thunder hits the Dantian directly, and in a short period of time, I'm afraid that I will no longer be able to use my full strength."

Lin Hao touched his lower abdomen. At this time, his meridians were not seriously damaged. The only problem was on the dantian. At this moment, as long as he exercised his qi with all his strength, a spasm would occur in the dantian, causing severe pain all over his body, and then the spiritual power would dissipate and his exercises would be blocked.

If you force your skills, you may become possessed by the devil.

magic?

Well, it seems like I am a demon myself.

Lin Hao smiled, picked up the Molongjiao broth in front of him, took a sip. I have to say that the man in the painting world made the Molongjiao Lin meat broth that he made was really mellow and melted in his mouth, and it contained a lot of source water power. If someone seriously injured in this world drank it, it would definitely be of great benefit. In just a few days, even the serious injury would heal.

Unfortunately, he is not a person in this painting world. No matter how much source power is contained in this Linmu broth, he cannot absorb it. He can only taste the taste and then let the source power dissipate from the 108,000 pores around him.

"It's a pity, it would be great if there was wine."

Lin Hao smacked his lips. There was wine in his storage bag, but the storage bag was taken away by the owner of the magic boat. At this moment, only a storage ring on his finger was left.

His storage ring is different from the storage ring in this world, so the owner of this magic ship did not seem to have noticed that the ring in his hand was a storage ring.

Of course, if the owner of this ship dares to take away the storage ring, he may not say that he will destroy the magic ship and regain his storage ring as soon as he wakes up.

After all, in addition to his many treasures, there are also memories of immortals in the painting.

"Xian'er, Xian'er, you brother Lin, I don't know when I can go back to the ancient world of Xianzang, and when will I help you recover your memory."

Lin Hao couldn't help but sigh. His injury may not be able to recover in several months, but the only thing that is thankful is that the time consumption in the painting world is completely inconsistent with the outside world.

He has been in this painting world for half a month, but outside, he probably hasn't even had a cup of tea.

Even if he stayed here for a hundred years and thousands of years, I am afraid that after he went out, the immortals in the painting would still be in a drowsy sleep without waking up.

But how could he stay here for thousands or even ten thousand years?

Lin Hao's thoughts were changing constantly, thinking about the ancient world of Xianzang. Suddenly, two maids outside the door pushed the door and walked in, holding a washbasin and a towel in their hands.

This is to wash him and take him to see the young master, the owner of this magic ship.

Lin Hao did not refuse. Although the soup of the lint meat was good, he had no appetite, so he directly asked the two beautiful maids to remove the meals in front of him, and the two maids were served and washed up.

In the past four or five days, he had actually woken up the day after boarding the ship, but he was too weak at that time and could hardly even speak.

The young master had already visited him at that time, but it was said that he was visiting him, but in fact it was more like coming to see if he was dead.

In addition, I asked some questions about the Wanxing Valley War, but it was not the question of him fighting with the old city lord, because the battle with the old city lord was in chaos at that time, and no one could see their situation.

The young master asked about the young city lord and others who killed the Beast King, as well as the people from the city lord's mansion and Shangguan family, were all attacked by the eighth-level beast master.

But at that time, he couldn't even say anything weak, so he could only stare at the young master like an idiot. In the end, the young master was so angry that he almost stabbed him to death with a sword. He didn't come again for a few days. Now, he seemed to know that he could barely get out of bed, so he directly sent an order to let him go over to pay homage to the young master.
Chapter completed!