World of Beasts: I Can See Their Hidden Stats! Chapter 273 – Cut Off the Roots of Right and Wrong

“It's all my fault. If it wasn't for me dragging you down, why would you have to suffer this kind of leisure?”

In the room, Hathaway had already changed her clothes and was lying on the bed waiting for Locke.

The activity that she had failed to complete on the back of the Divine Light Dragon now commence.

“Aren't you worried that the one who came up is that playboy and not me?”

Locke glanced at Hathaway, who was wearing lace underwear and fishnet stockings. He was also impressed by her spirit of not getting out of the line.

“If you can't even deal with such a little punk, then you're not the man that I, Hathaway, value.”

Hathaway wrapped a strand of hair with her fingers and gently bit it in her mouth, letting out a silly laugh.

“There's always someone better than you.”

“If it wasn't for me, someone else might have really lost.”

“There's actually a Space Dominator here.”

Locke took off his clothes and grabbed Hathaway's chest. He gently rubbed it.

“Oh, a Space Dominator?

“He's unlucky to have met you.”

Hathaway's eyes were like silk as she lightly snorted.

She was not satisfied with these small actions, so she turned around and rode on.

The two of them made love in the house as if what had just happened was not worth mentioning.

They had no idea how chaotic Cloud City was.

The Swamp Hydra was not only poisonous, but it also had a strong numbing effect.

After Morgan was bitten, he could still feel pain. Later, he felt that his entire body was stiff and he had lost all sensation.

The old man thought that it was because Morgan had a healthy body and was used to being poisoned.

When he came to the Church of Light and found the bishop, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Morgan's entire lower body was swollen. It was no longer in shape.

What was originally only the size of a finger was now swollen to the size of an arm.

Don't be in a hurry to be happy.

This was not the kind of enlargement that men liked to see. Instead, it was swollen and sticky. One could feel the stickiness with just a touch.

It was like a melted popsicle, dissolved by the poison!

The journey from the tavern to the Church of Light only took less than ten minutes.

During this time, the old man did not dare to be negligent. He immediately sent him to the bishop for treatment.

If he had been a little later, he would not have been able to save his life.

“It's too late. I can only cut it off.”

The bishop looked at the man who looked like a water bag and sighed helplessly.

Old City Lord Reid. Morris only had one son and he had to cut it off before he could give birth to any offspring.

Fortunately, Reid was not very old. If he worked hard, there was still hope for another child.

“No, don't.”

“I beg you, please don't. Save me, you can't cut it off!”

When Morgan heard that the bishop was going to cut it off, he finally knew fear.

Ever since he first tasted it at the age of 12, his greatest joy was to work hard on women.

Now that he suddenly had to remove the source of his happiness, how was he going to live his life in the future?

“I'm sorry, Morgan.

“Unless you use the recovery spell, there's no other way.”

The bishop took a quill from the side and poked it lightly. A smelly dark green pus flowed out.

What a strong poison!

It was completely rotten, leaving only a piece of skin.

“No, no, no!”

Morgan's eyes were wide with fear. He desperately wanted to retreat but because his body was paralyzed, he could only barely move a few fingers.

A nun dressed in white walked over. She held a pair of scissors in her hand and cut it with an expressionless face.

With a scream, the root of the sin of a lifetime was finally removed.

The nun held a thin piece of skin. She casually threw it into the trash can.

“I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!”

Morgan watched helplessly, but there was nothing he could do. He could only shout with all his might.

“Kill me?

“I should've died a long time ago.

“You've probably forgotten. Five years ago, right here, how did you treat me?”

When the nun heard Morgan's words, she took off her hat and revealed a head of pale golden hair.

Morgan remembered.

Five years ago, he went out of the city to play and accidentally got injured. He came over to be treated. It was the nun before him who helped him.

At that time, he saw that she looked pure and innocent, so he forcefully took her.

He did not expect to meet her again today and she even cut off his treasure with her own hands.

“Kill her!”

Morgan had already woken up. When he saw the expression on the nun's face of revenge, he gritted his teeth and ordered the old man loudly.

“Yes, Young Master.”

The old man glanced at the bishop. The bishop sighed slightly and did not stop him.

Morgan was the son of the city lord.

He was injured in Cloud City and sent to the Church of Light for treatment, but he could not save his life.

This nun had endured for five years.

If she could continue to endure, Morgan would not remember that he had raped her. Naturally, he could live well.

However, she insisted on coming over to cut off Morgan's broken penis and deliberately exposed her identity.

This was asking for death.

To take revenge, she was willing to give up her life.

Since she was thinking about it, the bishop had no reason to stop her.

“Don't you like to rape?

“I'm right here, come!”

When the nun heard that Morgan wanted to kill her, not only was she not afraid, she even laughed out loud.

As she laughed, she took off her clothes and stood naked in front of Morgan.

It was as if she was waiting for him to come at her at any time.

Puff!

A sharp sword pierced through the nun's back.

Bright red blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

The nun stared at Morgan with hatred and fell to the ground with a plop.

The old man wiped the blood off the sword with an expressionless face and put it away again.

“Young man, you don't have to worry too much.”

“When the castellan returns, he'll definitely come to the bishop personally and help you heal your wound with the healing spell.

“Although the healing spell requires the life of the bishop and the castellan's love for you to succeed, there's still hope as long as you give him enough benefits.”

“You're right, there's still hope, there's hope.”

Morgan lay on the bed with lifeless eyes, muttering to himself.

Although he was indeed the only son of the city lord, the city lord had been against him for a long time.

Otherwise, he would not have seen him for such a long time.

Was it really possible for him to come out personally and ask the bishop to help him cast the recovery spell?

Unless, he could make a great contribution.

A contribution that could be made up for.

The Divine Light Dragon!

As long as he obtained the Divine Light Dragon, he would be the son of God of the Church of Light.

At that time, not only would the bishop have to help him treat his injuries, even Saint Angela…

Thinking of Angela, a warm current surged in Morgan's chest.

The warm current flowed down from his abdomen all the way until it came to a certain place. It turned into a fountain of blood and spurted out.

“Young Master, you must stop thinking blindly. Your body is more important!”

The old man was startled and quickly advised.

Chapter end