My blood regeneration is 100 million points faster

"I'm sorry, Xia Zuo." Rexor said apologetically after reading the information displayed by Xia Zuo:

"I may not be able to invite you to sit in Gray Corner."

Xia Zuo sat on the desk chair and felt his heart twitching slightly.

Baldhead should be one of the people he has known for the longest time in this world, right?

Scenes from the past flashed quickly in Xia Zuo's mind.

A few years ago, he and Dim tracked the Transformers and came to the edge of the Grand Canyon at the foot of the Storm Mountains. Rexall came from the Storm Mountains on horseback, and under his feet was a long corridor built with rock magic.

After that year, Xia Zuo came to the Silver Moon Federation and teamed up with Rexall to eliminate the blood essence stone of the blood demon Qualuowuqi. After that, he became a bald student, learning chain hammers, shields and heavy armor.

Tracking down the fallen Neoxat, uniting with the mage army of the Kingdom of Wildhammer to slay the dragon, and now they jointly infiltrate the Forbidden Magic Field

The relationship between the two is no longer just that of friends, masters and disciples, and temple colleagues, but companions with a common experience.

When the withered blood vessels are fully recharged, it may be goodbye forever.

When was the last time you said goodbye to someone?

Xia Zuo tightened his grip on his mage robe, thoughts swirling in his mind.

Although the man was bleeding but not crying, it was difficult for him to control the tears in the corners of his eyes.

He once faced the scene of saying goodbye to others:

It was a summer afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly in the inpatient area of ​​the hospital, but at that time, Xia Zuo was anxiously walking through the corridor of his residence, with dark clouds in his mind. His hair had not been trimmed for two or three months. During the intense running, his hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his cheeks. His back was soaked with sweat. He tightly held the tattered mobile phone that was broken and tied with tape and barely used, and tried hard to restrain his trembling hands and pushed open the door of a ward. His eyes swept over the nurse's comforting expression, the straight line on the ECG monitor, and the white cloth covering his head and face on the bed. He could hear no sound in his ears, only the roar of blood rushing, and the sound of blood flowing from his throat. The wails gushing out from inside...

Now, Xia Zuo has to face life and death again.

Rexor looked at the red lines of text that seemed to have solidified in front of him, and felt Xia Zuo's mood at the moment.

"Let me tell you a secret, Xia Zuo." Rexor dug out the fruit wine from his bag, took a sip and said:

"I, Seretes, and all the other witchers who have lived for thousands of years are not native to this world."

What? Xia Zuo slowly came back to his senses.

"Oh, where do I start with this? My damn head is filled with complicated history for at least three thousand years. This is a heavy burden for a human being."

Rexor Mosuo, with his bald head, thought for a few minutes and then said:

"Our original world was similar to that of the Western Continent, with horse-drawn carriages, short stone houses, wooden houses, and windmills that swayed in the breeze. But then a group of guys who called themselves the Wild Hunt came through the fog and came to our world. Say that someone in our world has something they want.

"Unfortunately.

“The person they are looking for happens to know us and has a good relationship with us.

"So we fought them."

Rexor said this and scratched his head in confusion.

"Then a very strange thing happened. Just when we walked into the fog and launched a counterattack against the enemy's world, the next second we appeared in the current Gray Horn sub-plane.

"We initially thought that there was a time and space confusion during the time travel, and we fell into some historical afterimage. But later we discovered that we had truly traveled to the current world, and the Gray Horn subplane was a A sub-dimension built with the Ancient Sea Fortress as its anchor.

"When we walked out of the Gray Corner, we saw a world that was no different from the original world. Our identities have not changed, and the customs and customs of various places have not changed. It's just that the time of this world has gone back to before the appearance of the Wild Hunt. This makes We had the illusion of returning to the original world, but the gray angle sub-plane told us that this is a new world."

Rexor scratched his head a few more times, showing full confusion, "This experience is very strange. So many people, including me, are wondering if they have had a dream, and the original world is just a dream. It’s just a scene from the film.”

Rexor took a sip of fruit wine, exhaled happily and then said:

"In short, we accepted the reality after a brief period of confusion and confusion. We used the memories of the future in our minds to avoid the witchers' predicament of extinction, and slowly developed to this point. If Gray Horn hadn't been second The face keeps reminding us that our past experiences are not illusions, and sometimes we really forget that we are not the original inhabitants of this world.

"It is precisely because the Gray Horn Subplane is related to our origins that we rarely open it to the outside world. Only those who gain our trust can be guests there... and at the same time know our secrets."

Rexor spread his hands and said with a smile, "Now it seems that you have no chance to play cards there."

After listening to Rexor's words, Xia Zuo had many questions in his head.

This was the first time that he discovered that there were other time-travelers in this world, and that they were traveling in groups, rather than alone like him.

"Master, the experience you mentioned is very bizarre, but I choose to believe it. So, are there people in the temple who are not from this world?" Xia Zuo asked.

"Well" Rexor said in an uncertain tone, "Probably not."

The two were silent for a few seconds, and Xia Zuo wrote in a red line, "Is there no way at all? Do you have to sacrifice?"

"Well, that's it, Xia Zuo." Rexor nodded calmly, as if he had expected this day to come, "Please help me tell Kristo to postpone the reinforcement plan, at least for three days. Don't Let the reinforcement team arrive and die, and don't give up on advancing this plan. The material transportation work that needs to be done remains as usual, and don't tell the infiltration team about the delay in reinforcement, otherwise the strange demon will arouse suspicion."

"OK."

This conversation, shrouded in a sad atmosphere, ended with Xia Zuo sadly disbanding Red Line.

In the silent alchemy room, Xia Zuo looked at the forbidden magic field map on the table in a daze.

He put aside the fact that Rexor and other demon-hunting masters were also time travellers, and concentrated on thinking about the most difficult problem at the moment.

In the last life, as a social animal, after spending all his savings, he could only watch his lover die.

In this life, as a wall-hanger, am I just helpless?

Of course not!

No matter whether Goldfinger will betray the host or not, Xia Zuo plans to use his own method to save Rexall and others.

He adjusted the perspective of the hemogen servant and once again released the detection technique on the shriveled blood vessels.

The remaining charging time is less than 16 hours.

In order to rescue Rexor and others from the drastic changes in the fusion of planes, Xia Zuo needed to deploy a large number of hematin servants in the forbidden magic field.

Rexall ordered to postpone the reinforcement plan, which meant that a large number of red vests Plus with ultra-high protective capabilities could not be delivered to the infiltration team members. The plan to protect the infiltration team members was ruined, and the plan to collect vitality light groups on a large scale was aborted. …

Putting these setbacks aside for now, Xia Zuo is most anxious now about how to transport the hematin servants to the forbidden magic field.

The first step was to find a way to leave the secret room, otherwise the hematin servants would be stopped by the temple's barrier.

But how should he get out...

Xia Zuo paced back and forth in the alchemy room.