Chapter 1317 Anti-bite Device 18
Song Jinhuan quickly nodded and changed the subject at the right moment, saying, "Mr. Mo Lai, I have a few questions and I hope you can tell me the answers."
The silver-haired man pointed to a sofa not far away, "Please sit down."
Song Jinhuan did not refuse. After thanking him, she went over and sat down, and asked directly, "Why did Mr. Mo Lai ask us to transfer elemental power?"
Morai: "Purify the demonic energy within your body."
Song Jinhuan: "We haven't seen any results yet."
Mo Lai said with a serious expression, "My power is fighting against the demonic energy within me. The elemental power is too gentle. Only by merging with my power can the demonic energy be purified little by little."
"I need enough elemental power."
After a moment's thought, Song Jinhuan asked, "Mr. Molai, do you mean that the demonic energy within you is more lethal than the demonic energy infecting other orcs?"
The silver-haired man nodded slightly, his magnetic voice trembling slightly, his long fingers fidgeting with the sofa leather. "Yes, Miss Jenny."
Song Jinhuan frowned, "But the elemental power of the four of us is just a drop in the ocean for you."
Mo Lai lowered his eyelids, suppressing his desire to look at her, a flash of crimson in his eyes, "It only takes half a month, as long as the turmoil within is temporarily suppressed."
"Temporarily? Suppressed?" Song Jinhuan asked, puzzled.
A faint blush once again covered the exposed, pale skin.
Morlake couldn't help but glance at her, his restlessness rising from the depths of his heart, his remaining rationality only able to maintain a superficial calm.
The silver-haired man's gaze drifted over, seemingly indifferent yet sending a chill down one's spine for no apparent reason.
Song Jinhuan subconsciously gripped the pen and notebook in her hand, which were filled with dense notes.
His voice gradually became hoarse: "I plan to go to the Dark Jungle; only the Source of Life will be of use."
Song Jinhuan hissed, "The Dark Jungle is dangerous."
Morley said nonchalantly, "Everyone has to die eventually."
He thought for a moment, then said, "Miss Jenny, if I died, do you think anyone would be sad?"
Song Jinhuan nodded without hesitation, "Of course, you are a strongman of the West Continent and a hero of the orc race."
Molai was silent for a moment. Miss Jenny was right, but it didn't make him happy.
Miss Jenny is so cold.
Shouldn't we comfort him? Brave and invincible Mr. Morley, you won't die!
Indeed, the animal ears somewhat tarnished his heroic image.
Mo Lai unconsciously clenched the sachet and turned his wrist upwards. "Thank you for your help, Miss Jenny."
Song Jinhuan stood up and walked to him.
With my doubts answered, I felt more confident in my work and understood the significance of continuing.
With each breath, she mobilized the elemental power within her body, her gaze fixed firmly on his wrist, focusing intently on channeling it into him.
The sprite's approach pushed her already fragile sanity to the brink of collapse.
The bulging veins on his arms throbbed at an increasingly rapid pace.
The tension in my mind grew ever tighter.
Those cold, icy blue eyes were gradually filled with tyranny and ferocity.
Molai's chest heaved more and more, to the point that he could no longer hide it.
He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, then took another deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably: "Miss Jenny, do you know?"
Song Jinhuan noticed that the elemental power within her body was dissipating. Suddenly hearing Mo Lai's question, she asked in confusion, "What?"
The silver-haired man tilted his head slightly, his eyes beneath his bangs filled with a suffocating lust, and said in a hoarse voice, "The sachet doesn't work."
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