629: C629 Garbage

C629 Garbage

There were many who could control instinct with their own will, but very few in the world could do so.

This was just like someone trying to commit suicide by holding their breath. When the brain became severely hypoxic, the self consciousness would collapse and the body's instinct would take over the body and restore breathing.

If this stalemate continued, Zhong Lee would become an idiot.

Su Mu lightly stepped forward and appeared in front of Zhong Lee. He pressed two of his fingers together on Zhong Lee's forehead and the boiling Spiritual Liquid in his body calmed down.

Zhong Lee fell straight to the ground from mid-air and made a huge dent in the ruins that had already turned into tofu.

"Huff, puff."

Zhong Lee laid on the ground with his hands behind his back. His entire body was red like a cooked prawn and was steaming. Sweat had exposed his hair and stuck it to his forehead, making him look extremely miserable.

He greedily breathed in the bone-chilling cold air in big mouthfuls, and his eyes, which had lost focus, gradually regained its original luster.

Zhong Lee raised his head to look at the calm and indifferent figure in mid-air. He was feeling complicated.

"Tree... "Tree God!"

"Please save those innocent civilians. I, Zhong Lee, am willing to give up everything, even my soul!"

Zhong Lee, the arrogant Spirit Cultivator, lowered his head for the innocent citizens inside the Canglan County after recognizing the reality.

"You are the guardian god of Lih Kingdom, a citizen of Lih Kingdom, save yourself."

Su Mu's first sentence made Zhong Lee's heart turn cold.

His face was bitter, and the disappointment in his heart was as clear as the surface of his face: "I understand, Tree God."

But he did not force Su Mu to take action, because Su Mu was right, he was the Guardian God of Lih Kingdom, and Tree God was just a spectator.

In his eyes, what was the fundamental difference between Lih Kingdom and those foreign races?

There was no difference!

"However, you are my clan. There are many cute people living here, so …"

"Let's go meet them."

Youying's body shrank and with a light leap, he jumped into Su Mu's embrace. He meowed twice and used his small head to lightly rub against Su Mu's chest.

Zhong Lee raised his head and looked at Su Mu in disbelief. He was ecstatic.

"This is not a hallucination, Tree God …" "I'm really willing to help!"

"Zhong Lee, we are willing to lead the way for Tree God!"

Zhong Lee revived on the spot as if he was injected with chicken blood. He took out a transparent test tube from his inner armor. Inside the tube was a red pill the size of a marble. Zhong Lee opened the test tube and poured out the pill inside.

This crimson red pill did not have a fresh medicinal fragrance to it. Instead, it had a pungent and strange stench that stung one's nose.

This was the result of the repeated experiments of the Tao Palace's medicinal formula he found in a certain ruin. It could forcefully activate the potential in his body, quickly recover his injuries, and restore his body's energy.

The cost and fanaticism added together were similar to those of the Battlefield Gain Potions. After consuming them, there would be significant side effects on the body.

"There's no need to use this trash."

If anyone else dared to speak shamelessly in front of Zhong Lee, saying that this pill was trash, Zhong Lee would definitely scoff at him and mock him for being shallow and inexperienced.

This was something that the Tao Palace had spent a great deal of human and material resources to create. Although it had enormous side effects, it was still a life-saving treasure at critical moments!2

However, the person who said this was Tree God. Zhong Lee was completely unable to refute him.

Because, in Tree God's eyes, it was indeed trash.

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