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"Is he in the clan?"

Jiang Ren was silent for a while and looked at Pan Wan.

Although there are still many questions in my mind, about Vivienne, about the arena...but now the internal and external troubles are obviously not the right time to ask.

"Given his current situation, I can only feel at ease here."

Pan Wan knew that he was talking about Mo Changsong. His son was sensible since he was a child, but he rarely called his parents like his peers.

Jiang Ren said earnestly, "Can you take me over to see?"

"If you want to see your father, you can, but you have to eat something first."

As Pan Wan said, he called in the maid who had been waiting outside the door, then took the hot porridge from the maid, and motioned to him: "Open your mouth."

"..."

Jiang Ren opened his mouth obediently, waiting to be fed.

It's not the first time in this life to be taken care of like this, and there is no feeling of embarrassment, and it's okay that I didn't pay attention before, and now I feel hungry.

The porridge quickly entered Jiang Ren's belly, dispelling most of his hunger.

"Shicheng, the doctor said that you just woke up, your stomach ability has deteriorated a lot, these days you can only eat liquid food such as porridge and water, and not too much."

Pan Wan put the empty bowl on the tray held by the maid, explaining why there was only one bowl of light porridge and water.

"One bowl is enough." Jiang Ren nodded slightly.

Afterwards, Pan Wan let people come in with a brand new wheelchair.

Because he was worried that Jiang Ren would not have a suitable wheelchair when he woke up, he had asked people to customize several wheelchairs according to Jiang Ren's height every year for more than ten years.

This one was customized last month.

Jiang Ren was carried into a wheelchair, and then Pan Wan was pushed out of the ward.

There was obviously a lot of light shining outside, so he couldn't help but squinted his eyes. After gradually adapting, he opened his eyes and looked at the scene next to him.

The emerald green plants, gorgeous flowers, and the birds flying in the air...

All kinds of sights made him feel like a world away.

Pan Wan behind did not speak.

Just quietly push the wheelchair forward.

For people who have been asleep for more than ten years, there are only two things that are most needed. One is to understand what happened outside when unconscious, and the other is to need a quiet environment to think.

The current environment may be a bit unsuitable, but it is still quite quiet.

After all, as early as when the hospital was established, the patient’s recuperation was considered, and it was deliberately chosen to be far away from the residential area, with few people passing by, whether it was a tribe or a servant.

"It's ridiculous to think of it. Although I have been in a coma for more than ten years, it is a blessing in disguise. After more than ten years of peace, I have gained some power to solve problems with violence."

"When the trouble here is dealt with, I will solve Vivienne's affairs at the first moment, and then go to the Desperate Arena to take a look."

Jiang Renzheng thought silently and felt the wheelchair stop.

Looking up, he found a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance standing in front of him, firmly blocking his way.

"Mo Changhe, what do you want to do?"

Pan Wan looked at each other coldly, with a hint of murder in his angry eyes.

She can tolerate the other party's usual provocations to her, but if she dares to hurt her son, she will take him away even if she desperately died.

"Sister-in-law, you have misunderstood this. I came here to visit my nephew."

Mo Changhe squatted down and smiled at Jiang Ren with a self-confessed gentle smile: "Shicheng, do you still know uncle? You can come to uncle for anything in the future."

"Really? You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Jiang Ren looked innocent, but Gu Jing Wubo in his heart.

Before he fell asleep, he had only seen Mo Changhe three times. Apart from knowing that Mo Changhe was good at controlling his emotions, he had no more impression.

But for what Mo Changhe has done in the past two months, he now has only one comment in his mind: human face and animal heart.

"Of course it's true. Uncle never lied."

With a triumphant smile on Mo Changhe's face, he was not worried that Jiang Ren would raise any embarrassment.

After all, he was only six years old before he fell into a coma, and it was impossible for Pan Wan to let him open his mouth so as not to lose face.

Jiang Rendao: "Then can you perform a performance art for me?"

What kind of strange request is this?

Mo Changhe hesitated for a while, seeing that Pan Wan didn't say anything to stop him, he had no choice but to say with a smile: "Performance art is divided into many types, which one do you mean?"

"Can you show me a performance art of running around the city without clothes?"

Jiang Ren's eyes were full of innocence and expectation, as if he was talking about something without difficulty.

Mo Changhe's smile became stiff: "You are still young, and it's best to touch things like performance art less..."

This thing is simple and simple, but if you really dare to do it, not to mention the issue of shame or shame, the owner of the Patriarch is absolutely completely unrelated to yourself.

"I can't do this little thing, so I have something to find you?"

Jiang Ren sighed and shook his head disappointedly.

Pan Wan sneered, pushing the wheelchair around Mo Changhe.

Mo Changhe didn't stop him anymore, but his face gradually became a little gloomy, and he faintly heard two voices coming from behind him:

"Son, mom taught you a truth today. For some people who promised but couldn't do it, it's best to stay away from them, otherwise you will become that kind of person."

"Well, I get it."

After Jiang Ren and Pan Wan were out of sight.

The two guards who had been watching from a distance stepped forward. Judging from their playful expressions, they did not look like subordinates.

"Mr. Li, do you want us to do this."

One of them raised his hand and made a motion of wiping his neck.

"Do not!"

Li Changhe stood up blankly.

The two joked: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Li cares about family members so much."

"You don't understand what I mean."

Li Changhe looked at the two of them and smiled and said, "I mean you can do it, but not now. At least I have to wait for me to become the head of the family so that I can wash away the suspicion, and then use the excuse of looking for the murderer to completely master the Mo family. All the power."

The two of them froze for a moment, then both smiled and said: "Being your relatives is really dangerous."

"But to be my partner is definitely your luck."

"Haha, we think so too."

It didn't take long.

After passing through several tight defensive circles, Jiang Ren finally arrived at Mo Changsong's resting place, a safe house in a low mountain.

In the center of the room is a three-meter-high piece of ice.

Mo Changsong has no strands of body, and his whole body is quietly suspended in the ice.

The slightest chill floated from the ice, forming a thin layer of frost on the wall. Even if Jiang Ren used the spiritual power to keep out the cold, he could still feel the chills coming.

"Your father has a special energy in his body that makes him unconscious. According to the current situation, it will take him at least a year to wake up."

Pan Wan walked up to Hanbing alone, put a hand on it, looked at Mo Changsong inside, and whispered: "If he can wake up from a coma in advance, maybe he won't have so much trouble. "

"In other words..."

Jiang Ren stared at Hanbing and said, "As long as he wakes up early, can he solve the problems our family is facing now?"

Pan Wan was in a low mood, but still responded: "As long as Chang Song wakes up, there will be no two voices in the family, nor will he appear so passive in the face of the pressured elders of the joint council."

"Is there no way to speed up recovery?"

"No, in the past two months, many people have come to see it, but at best they can only maintain the current state of slow recovery."

"Then, can you let me try it?"

"It's useless for anyone to come, you..."

Pan Wan was startled for a moment, then turned to look at Jiang Ren, and said in surprise: "Shicheng, do you have a way to wake up your father?"

Jiang Ren nodded: "My Spirit Calling is a bit special and possesses certain healing powers, but whether it is effective or not, I have to try it before I know it."

Through the observations he had just made, he was quite sure of awakening Mo Changsong, but things could not be said too full, not because he was afraid of slaps in the face, but because he was afraid that Pan Wan would not believe it.

"Okay, son, just go and try."

Pan Wan nodded excitedly.

When many doctors with experience and strength are unable to do anything, she will treat the other person as a lunatic if she says she has a way.

But for her son, even if the hope is low, she has no doubts.

At Jiang Ren's request, Pan Wan pushed the wheelchair and sent him to Hanbing, so that he could see Mo Changsong's injury more intuitively.

Wow!

Suddenly, Jiang Ren swelled his left arm.

He broke his sleeves in an instant, turned into a huge blood-red arm, and then moved towards the ice in front of him.

"Spiritual possession?"

Pan Wan watched this scene in surprise.

Although more than ten years have passed, she still remembers the spirit caller that appeared when Jiang Ren awakened.

The height seems to be the same as that of him at the time, a human-like spirit calling.

It seems ordinary to not have any fighting ability, but on the same day it can show a powerful ability far beyond the just awakened spirit, and can even save his life through deep sleep in a near-death state.

Compared to that time.

Now this arm was obviously stronger, and it also made her faintly born with an irresistible thought.

This is obviously not like a new-born spirit caller who has not undergone any training and reinforcement since the day of awakening.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Pan Wan had no intention of asking.

There is a change in her son's spiritual call, and she is very happy, which means that he already has a certain amount of self-protection.

"This is not the time to pay attention to this."

Pan Wan realized that he was a little distracted, and immediately calmed down.

But the next moment, she saw Jiang Ren's hand that touched the ice, and reached in without hindrance, as if that hand or piece of ice was an illusory thing.

Such a change made her eyes widen.

"Remove those chaotic wills, this left arm contains two completely opposite extreme abilities, destruction and recovery."

"If the resuscitation ability is strengthened to the extreme, no matter the multiple injuries, as long as one breath can be rescued, even if it is not to the extreme now, it is still possible to accelerate the recovery from the injury."

Jiang Ren controlled the blood-red left arm and plunged into the ice, touching Mo Changsong's arm with his fingertips.

Immediately, a piece of flesh the size of a carapace broke away from his fingertips.

It landed on Mo Changsong's arm, and then moved like a bug, easily scratched Mo Changsong's skin, and then went directly in, crawling and moving under the skin.

From the position of the arm all the way up.

He reached his chest through his shoulders, and went directly into the flesh and blood below, without seeing any traces.

"Next, just wait."

Jiang Ren pulled his left arm out of the ice, and his breath showed no signs of weakening.

There were no cracks or traces on the ice.

It seemed that the arm that had been stretched in just now was just an illusion.

Seeing that his left arm had returned to its original size and stopped moving, Pan Wan couldn't help asking, "Shicheng, what's the result?"

She was both expectant and perturbed in her heart.

Fear that the hope that had just risen would be ruthlessly shattered once again.

Jiang Ren spit out a word: "Wait."

"Wait?"

Pan Wan was a little unsure, but still stood there and waited quietly.

She has been waiting for two months, and she has been waiting for more than ten years. Now this time is nothing.

One minute.

ten minutes.

One hour.

By this time, Pan Wan had no hope in his heart.

But she did not reveal her feelings of loss, nor did she have any thoughts of blaming Jiang Ren.

After all, what Jiang Ren did was to help his father, just like his hard work in the past two months. This is pure affection.

It's just that, in many things, it is not that the hope and result can be produced with the intention and effort.

Boom!

A strong heartbeat awakened Pan Wan from the trance.

"All right."

A smile appeared on Jiang Ren's face.

The flesh and blood that protruded from his left arm contained a lot of energy for recovery, which could repair Mo Changsong's injury in a subtle way, and dispel the energy that made him unconscious.

It only takes one to two months at most.

Mo Changsong was able to recover from a fatal injury, and then regained consciousness from a coma.

Although it can be faster, it will affect Mo Changsong's mind and cause some irreversible damage to the body, so this is already the best result.

After a strong heartbeat, it stopped sounding.

But Pan Wan clearly saw that Mo Changsong's eyelids that hadn't moved for a long time suddenly trembled slightly.

"US……"

When Jiang Ren was about to call Pan Wan to leave from here, he saw Mo Changsong's mouth opened slightly, as if he was saying something.

Immediately, he once again used the power of evocation to enhance his hearing and listen carefully.

"Doom... desperate... gladiator... quick... quick..."

After Mo Changsong uttered a few vague words, he fell into silence again.

But Jiang Ren focused on one of the vocabulary-doomsday~www.wuxiamtl.com~ despair, gladiatorial fight, doomsday? "

"Did it originate from the doomsday of the arena of despair?"

Jiang Ren didn't know if he had heard it wrong, or if he spelled this sentence correctly.

But I always feel that I have something to do with the doomsday, a doomsday that wiped out the entire planet, a doomsday era created by my own tool man, and now I have encountered a possible doomsday.

"Shicheng, did your father wake up just now?"

Pan Wan covered his mouth, eyes flickering with tears, looking at him expectantly.

"You read that right. With his current situation, he will be able to wake up in about one to two months."

Jiang Ren looked at Pan Wan who was crying excitedly after hearing his own words, and patiently waited for her to stabilize. He still didn't ask some questions.

Before long, she wiped her tears.

The joy in her heart is greater than the sadness. After all, within one day today, the son who has slept for more than ten years wakes up, and the husband will soon wake up.

Jiang Ren asked, "Do you know where Vivian is now?"

It was difficult to inquire before, but now that the problem in the family has been temporarily resolved, he can't wait any longer.

Pan Wan said guiltily: "Mom I'm sorry..."

Jiang Ren asked a few more words.

I finally know where Vivian is-the arena of despair!

After Mo Changsong fell into a coma, some of the graduates of the Guanghui Academy were transferred to the arena of despair, and Vivian was one of them.

According to her, there have been many such things before. After all, Guanghui College enjoys the most resources, and its graduates naturally have to bear corresponding responsibilities.

But there were several sessions before Vivienne, no matter how they were ranked, it was not her turn.

In other words, this was an act directed against the Mo family and against his father Mo Changsong.