Di Fuyi accurately stated his symptoms at this time and finally said: "The cloned body is like practicing the magic of the disintegration of the Demon. It can raise spiritual power to a new height in a very short time, but it will also destroy the law of conservation of spiritual power. It burns violently and consumes quickly. Your body looks like a twenty-year-old, but in fact it has stimulated all its potential for twenty years. There is no other potential to dig. In less than ten years, this body will decay and age... If you don't believe it, take a few more breaths and press the one inch of your armpit..."

Mo Zhao's face changed. Di Fuyi said it very well. He wanted to wait but didn't believe it, but when he followed the positions that Di Fuyi said, he had a special feeling, either painful, numb or swelling... It was completely in line with the symptoms mentioned by Di Fuyi.

If one symptom is met, it can be said to be a coincidence, what if all the symptoms are met?

Mo Zhao's fingertips shook a little, and he looked at Di Fuyi: "You haven't mentioned the real hidden disease of my deity yet!"

Di Fuyi sighed: "Compared with this biggest hidden disease, are your other hidden diseases called hidden disease?"

Mo Zhao: "..."

He was about to ask more questions, but a figure flashed at the door and Long Fan floated in: "Lord, he is completely nonsense!" It was obvious that the conversation between Di Fuyi and Mo Zhao Long Fan saw clearly and clearly in the monitoring room.

Mo Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at Long Fan.

Long Fan said again: "It is normal for him to have the position of the pointing. In fact, it is calculated based on the way the blood flow and qi meridians run. When the blood flow increases or becomes stronger, when the external force reaches the point, these feelings will be felt. It is not surprising at all! The Lord's body is extremely perfect. Lord can use it to practice, and he can reach level ten or above within five years... This person is clearly sowing discord!"

Mo Zhao: "..."

Of course, he didn't believe in Di Fuyi, but he was a little skeptical about what Long Fan said. He glanced at Di Fuyi.

Di Fuyi smiled: "Do I provoke disagreement? Long Fan, you know his physical condition best. Do you dare to say that you have no concealment from him?!"

Long Fan's face changed slightly, and then he sneered: "Of course...of course, there is no concealment."

"Is that right?" Di Fuyi stopped defending him and smiled faintly: "Since that's the case, just pretend that I am fooling him, Mo Zhao, you don't have to believe a word of what I say."

Mo Zhao frowned.

Long Fan frowned even more tightly. He turned to look at Mo Zhao and asked simply: "Lord, the loyalty of his subordinates to the Lord is understandable! Do you believe in him or his subordinates?"

After all, Long Fan is a scientific madman. He is very knowledgeable in scientific research and is at the forefront of the world, but he is not able to calculate the hearts of the people and the handling of some things is not smooth enough. His question is obviously inferior.

Mo Zhao patted his shoulder: "Of course I believe in you, how could I believe in an opponent?"

Long Fan breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, in terms of medicine, no one dares to recognize the first one! The symptoms that cannot be cured by his subordinates are even more unthinkable. The subordinates have developed a new medicine.Masters should not try it?"

Try new drugs?
Chapter completed!