Ye Peitian returned to the room, took out a small water mist gun, and placed it in front of Chu Qianxun. This kind of magic weapon is portable and flexible to operate with one hand. After pulling the trigger, it will spray water vapor in a wide range of atomized state forward. For Chu Qianxun, who can control the direction and range of the water mist, it is a great A very handy self-defense weapon.
Of course, the power against the enemy depends entirely on what liquid is loaded in the water bladder.
Ye Peitian opened the zipper of his backpack with one hand and took out several sealed reagent bottles.
"Tears of the Executioner, tenth-order. I left the demon body to the two of them, leaving the demon seed and a little of this."
Chu Qianxun was taken aback. The tenth-order Executioner's Tears combined with the small water mist gun had no effect on monsters, but in the battle between humans, as long as it was used properly, it could almost have a terrifying effect on the enemy, but at this moment Chu Qianxun's focus was not here. She noticed Ye Peitian's left hand that had not moved since she entered the room.
"Are you hurt?"
"Ah, it doesn't matter, it's stained with a bit of the executioner's body fluids." Ye Peitian looked down at his left hand, which was full of blood and dust, and turned to the other side, "It shouldn't be long before that. can move."
Chu Qianxun pressed him on the chair and took off his shirt for him.
Ye Peitian was naked, leaning forward slightly, his scarred back exposed to Chu Qianxun's sight.
The bloody wound on the back is slowly shrinking and healing on its own.
Chu Qianxun drew water, took the medicine, and sat behind him to debride and bandage him.
When I first met Ye Peitian, his back looked very thin, and under his skin, he could clearly see the bulging shapes of bones.
After living together for these days, now this back is no longer as skinny and lonely as it used to be. Under the fair skin is a beautifully shaped shoulder blade, with firm muscles and smooth lines, with a vigorous beauty of strength.
Chu Qianxun felt a little relieved, carefully cleaning up the blood and applying the medicine. She knew that Ye Peitian's quick recovery ability would also cause great pain to his body.
Some wounds are very deep, and after debridement, the surrounding skin can be seen growing and shrinking a little bit, which makes people feel very painful just by looking at them.
But Ye Peitian didn't feel the pain, his heart was full at the moment, "Qianxun, I... made two friends."
He shared the happiness in his heart with Chu Qianxun.
After being with Chihiro, it seems that every day is happy, breathing the air is happy, eating food is happy, living in a crowd is happy, and making friends is so happy.
"You treat them as friends now?" Chu Qianxun felt sorry for him, "Xin Ziming fooled you out and came back so scarred, one day I will ask him to settle the account."
Ye Peitian supported his knees with his elbows, lowered his head, and bent his eyes under his forehead.
Chu Qianxun took care of his wound, placed the person on the bed, changed a bucket of hot water, and moved the muddy legs out of the bed.
"No need, Chihiro, myself..."
Ye Peitian wanted to get up, but was pushed back by an indiscriminate hand, "Just lie down."
So the mud and blood boots were taken off, the trousers were rolled up, and his legs were suddenly soaked in the warm bucket.
Ye Peitian's legs were slender and straight. After washing them in water, he could see that the shape of the ankles was very beautiful. Chu Qianxun held the ankles and played with them, and the toes curled up little by little.
Chu Qianxun looked up in the mist, and saw that the man lying on the bed was covering his face with his only movable arm, revealing the tips of his ears that were a little red.
The warm water bucket kept steaming with mist, so that even the hearts of the people sitting on the side were hot.
So washing the feet became a mess, and I didn't wash them well, I just tossed my fair feet repeatedly in the steaming bucket, my fingertips were swaying around, but the finger pads refused to press firmly. , ticking out the numb touch from the sensitive soles of the feet all the way to the bottom of the heart.
It wasn't until Ye Peitian couldn't help but started to scold for mercy, Chu Qianxun stopped to dry his feet with a smile, stood up and pulled away his arm covering his face.
Seeing that the corners of his eyes were red. The man with the brows of spring, she has to cover the quilt for others seriously,
"Okay, you have worked hard all the way, and have a good rest. I won't disturb you."
The man stretched out his hand from the quilt with red eyes, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in.
…
When night falls, the lights are on,
Gao Yan, who had just walked down the stairs, was grabbed by the crazy woman who rushed out.
"Ayan, look at me, look at me." The crazy woman turned around in front of Gao Yan with her hands open.
Today's crazy woman, her hair is combed, her face is washed, she has changed into half-old clothes, and has discarded the unsightly sloppyness, and she has returned to the appearance of a normal girl.
"Oh, Xiao Feng has changed a lot now." Gao Yan took her hand and looked up and down.
"Who told you to watch this?" The mad woman opened her hand excitedly, and with a bang, a large bright flame burst out from her palm. Because she was not very skilled, she was afraid of burning herself, and then she slapped it out in a panic. now,
"Look, I'm also advanced, Tier 3. Ayan, I'll go hunting with you in a few days, okay?"
In order to get Gao Yan's consent, the mad woman temporarily restrained her loud voice, and Gao Yan couldn't help laughing with her gentle manner.
Since Chu Qianxun advanced to the sixth level, both wealth and love have been harvested. Gao Yan then broke through the fourth-order and became a fifth-order powerhouse. The atmosphere in the whole building seems to be slowly changing. The girls have found that there seems to be one more road to live a good life. This road seems difficult, but there are already neighbors who are close at hand to explore the road ahead, and some people can't help but slowly follow. came up.
Humans are social animals. Although each individual has the ability to think independently, the surrounding environment has a very obvious impact on the choices an individual will make.
Although most of the people still choose to stay in the base for a more comfortable life, when the girls in the building gather to do laundry and cook, the topics of discussion are no longer limited to those where good men appear and whose family men earn more money and so on.
More and more girls began to be keen to discuss how to improve their rank, where they went to participate in a demon hunt, and exchanged their favorite things with the demon seeds obtained from their own demon hunts.
The door of a room on the first floor slammed open, and there was a harsh curse from the man inside.
Jiang Xiaojuan walked out of the house step by step, barefooted.
She was trembling, her face was full of tears, but her tone was rarely firm,
"Whatever you say, we're done. You go... go, leave my house."
Lao Zheng rushed out of the room angrily wearing big pants, grabbed Xiaojuan's hair, and slapped her face with a big ear scraper.
"I'll pay you back, but she's just a woman who relies on Lao Tzu to support her. Go into the house with Lao Tzu."
Jiang Xiaojuan was slapped and sat on the ground. She covered her face and just cried. No matter how the man beat her, she stayed on the ground and refused to enter the house.
"Old man Zheng, stop!" Gao Yan couldn't stand it any longer, "Our red wolf's rules, as long as she doesn't want to, you can't force it, have you forgotten it!"
"Fuck you, you're a rule. No matter what the three or four dare to meddle in Lao Tzu's business." Lao Zheng jumped his feet and spat. Upstairs and downstairs, more and more heads stretched out to watch the excitement. In the public, he remembered the strict group rules. After all, he felt that he still needed to be restrained, so he took Jiang Xiaojuan's arm and wanted to drag it into the house.
Jiang Xiaojuan dragged his hand on the ground, "I won't go in, you go, you leave here."
A quiet voice sounded from upstairs.
"Let go of her."
Chu Qianxun was sitting on the railing on the fourth floor, with a frozen persimmon in his hand hanging from his legs.
"Let go of her and go."
If Gao Yan was just a saint who had just advanced to the fifth rank, Lao Zheng would not care. But Chu Qianxun was of the same rank as him, and when fighting, he showed a fierceness that was far superior to that of an old and corrupt body like him. Lao Zheng even had a sense of fear that he didn't dare to provoke easily.
He could only speak to Jiang Xiaojuan gloomily,
"Think about it clearly, without me, with your own low-level water-type powers that are useless at all, can you live such a well-fed and warm life?" The girl, gritted her teeth in a low voice, "Look at those women, there are no men to keep them, they can only scrape food from the claws of monsters in the mud every day, they can't even manage their stomachs, and they are dressed in rags. Goods. A lot of women outside are begging to be with me. If you want to go back in the future, you won't even have a chance to regret it."
'Hey, dead old man, what are you talking about. This girl supports herself. Although she is a little worse than you now, she will be better than you sooner or later. Just wait and see. "A pungent girl upstairs gave up on the spot after hearing this.
"That's right, I'd rather eat less and wear less than a perverted old man like you."
"Half of your body is about to rot in the ground. Who do you think will care about you!"
The girls chattered with each other.
The veins on Lao Zheng’s face trembled, and he glanced at Chu Qianxun, who was sitting on the fourth floor looking down coldly. He finally suppressed his anger, and reached out his hand to persuade Jiang Xiaojuan in a low voice: “Okay, don’t make trouble, go back to the house with me, I promise to do it again in the future. I won't hit you anymore."
Jiang Xiaojuan opened his hand and took a few steps back, "We're done."
Lao Zheng stomped his feet, walked out of the yard, and left a sentence: "You don't regret it!"
This is a man who is stern and ruthless, cruel and fierce in front of his subordinates who are weaker than himself. But when even in front of someone who was only slightly stronger than himself, he immediately restrained his arrogance and did not want to offend him easily.
Without Lao Zheng's beatings and scoldings, life seems to be no different from the past.
This year's winter was still cold, and the snow quickly fell in a thick layer, covering the town named for spring in the color of snow.
In the reception room of the city lord Jiang Xiaojie, a group of warriors in uniform robes appeared. The woman at the head removed the cloak on her head, revealing a bright and moving face, with white gloves and arms extending from the cloak, tattooed on the back of her hands. Embroidered with a pair of golden angel wings.