Long Mo seemed to have fainted, leaning against the wall without moving, and even did not respond to Ying Yuan's questions.

Ying Yuan felt something was wrong, frowning and slowly approaching.

After getting closer, he smelled a faint smell of rotten flesh and blood on Long Mo.

This guy was injured?

When did it happen?

Ying Yuan stretched out his hand to wake Long Mo up, but before his hand touched his shoulder, the pair of golden beast eyes suddenly opened, bursting with a cold and bloodthirsty light.

It seemed that if he stretched his hand forward a little bit, he would chop off his hand without hesitation.

Ying Yuan's body was shocked, and the murderous intent frightened him so much that he quickly withdrew his hand and took two steps back.

After a few breaths, he calmed down and said in a deep voice:

"Long Mo, you are injured but you still come out with us?"

His tone was affirmative.

He was very confident in his senses.

"It has nothing to do with you." Long Mo also gradually withdrew his murderous intentions, glanced at Ying Yuan indifferently, took out a few herbs from the package he carried with him, crushed them in his palm, and then took off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles.

He rubbed the herbal residue on his back with his backhand.

Ying Yuan then discovered that there was an arm-long scar on his back. The scar did not scab over, but pus oozes out, with some green residue on it, which should be left by Long Mo when he applied the medicine before.

Long Mo's technique is very skilled.

It seems that he has repeated it countless times.

Because he couldn't see the wound, he relied entirely on intuition, but he was able to apply the herbs on the wound accurately.

The wound was painful at first glance, but Long Mo didn't change his expression, as if he was just taking a shower with clean water.

The muscles on his body bulged under his movements, forming arcs that outlined his strength.

Even Ying Yuan was amazed.

Does this guy have no sense of pain?

"I was wondering why you took the initiative to come out with me. It turns out that you wanted to avoid Hu Jiaojiao and didn't want her to know about your injuries?" Long Mo guessed Long Mo's thoughts almost instantly.

In this respect, he and Long Mo are actually very similar.

It's just that Long Mo, this beast, treats him even more cruelly, the kind of cruelty that doesn't care about his life.

If it weren't for Hu Jiaojiao, Ying Yuan estimated that he would have been killed by him.

Long Mo paused and glanced at Ying Yuan coldly:

"Don't mind your own business."

He put on the animal skin again, his face was still pale, but there was no difference in his expression.

"If you dare to say a word to Jiaojiao, I will pull out your tongue."

Ying Yuan was not afraid of him, and he was not a coward.

But this time, he rarely did anything to Long Mo, and snorted coldly:

"Don't worry, I'm not that free. Even if you die, I won't say a word to Hu Jiaojiao."

No male is willing to let his partner worry about him.

Perhaps because he could understand Long Mo's feelings, he did not argue with him. This was also the most harmonious time when the two were in the same frame.

Ying Yuan returned to his previous seat and sat down, looking meaningfully at Long Mo, who had a cold face.

"I remember that you were not injured after returning to the tribe. Where did you get this injury?"

The injury was already very serious to the extent that it was pus-filled.

He had never heard from the veterinarian that Long Mo was injured. This kind of thing is very difficult to cover up.

This guy never went to see a veterinarian. He never wanted to let any beastman know. If it weren't for the deterioration and the fear that Hu Jiaojiao would find out and go out with them, he would have kept it a secret.

How far would he keep it a secret?

Until he deteriorated to the point where he couldn't be cured, until he died?

This time, Long Mo was too lazy to even look at Ying Yuan, and he didn't mean to answer him.

Ying Yuan narrowed his sharp eagle eyes, looked at Long Mo inquiringly, and soon thought of something.

He continued:

"I remember that the only time you were injured was when you were hunting in the camp outside the Leihe tribe, and a cow scratched the dragon scales on your back!"

The position was right.

But!

Why did such a small wound deteriorate to the current level after so long?

This is too unbelievable.

"You dragon beastmen who failed in transformation will have low self-healing ability, but your self-healing speed is too slow. I remember that you didn't heal at this speed before."

Ying Yuan looked at Long Mo suspiciously.

Trying to see some cattyness from his cold face.

"By the way, after you dragon beastmen failed in transformation, besides the weak self-healing ability, are there any other sequelae?"

"You can shut up." Long Mo interrupted him with a dark face.

This bird is usually not smart, but at this time, his brain is working very fast.

Ying Yuan sneered, "Don't think I'm worried about you. I just don't want the tribe to lose a beastman who can fight. If you die, with Fox Jiaojiao's ability, she won't have to worry about having a bad life in the future, but..."

"She may have to lie in the arms of another male, and your cubs will have to call another beast daddy."

Long Mo's face was so dark that ink could drip out.

He picked up a stone and threw it at Ying Yuan.

Ying Yuan instinctively dodged and was about to laugh at Long Mo's poor aim when the stone hit the wall behind him.

The wall behind him was loose, and a stone was knocked down, and the wall behind him collapsed.

There was a loud bang, and dust rose up everywhere. Before Yingyuan could react, he was crushed by the falling rocks, which hit his head.

Long Mo sat there expressionlessly.

He just interrupted Yingyuan because he didn't want him to guess the truth.

Only he knew that the weak self-healing ability of the dragon beastman after the failure of transformation was only a phenomenon in the early stage.

In the middle stage, the self-healing will be slow, and a small wound can deteriorate to a very serious level, or even be fatal.

In the late stage, the wound will completely lose its ability to heal, and one can only pray for luck and not get hurt, otherwise, even if a needle pricks a small hole, one will just have to wait for death.

The only solution is to return to the dragon tribe and undergo a second metamorphosis.

"Found it! We found it!"

Two bird beastmen flew back from the horizon, and their voices came from far away and reached Long Mo's ears before they landed.

He just raised his eyes, and the two bird beastmen landed at the entrance of the cave.

He shook off the snow on his feathers, turned into a human form, and said excitedly:

"Long Mo, Ying Yuan, we just found traces of a female outside, not far from this cave!"

The beastman was extremely excited, his eyebrows were flying, and he almost immediately took Long Mo to see it in person.

"Are you sure it's Feng Sheng's tribe?" Long Mo asked calmly.

The beastman shook his head, "I'm not sure yet, but the number is right, the location is not much different from what Feng Sheng said, and the direction is right."

"Fortunately, this heavy snow allowed us to stop and rest, otherwise we would have missed it!"

Another beastman said happily.

The two of them talked back and forth, and after they finished talking, they realized that only Long Mo was there.

"Hey? Where's Yingyuan? Why isn't he here?"

"Did Yingyuan go out to explore the way?"