The blue-eyed woman looked at him calmly, just smiling gently.
"Senfran, are you going or not! Give me a definite answer!" The voice from the shadow behind came again.
Saffron frowned. His eyes were fixed on the gentle woman's face, and that gentle smile warmed him up from the deepest part of his heart.
"Sister, why don't you talk? Could it be that the guy behind is too noisy?"
"Yes, that guy must be too noisy. I have long disliked him, didn't I think my sister would also dislike him? Just wait, I'll kill him right away!"
His body suddenly floated up invisible, and flew straight to the black shadow at the entrance of the hall.
In an instant, terrifying black shadows radiated from his body, like countless sludge, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye.
"Xianfran, you!!" The black shadow was frightened and angry, and violent roars continued to be heard in the black sludge.
"What are you crazy about!!!" The old figure suddenly groaned, broke through the black mud with a whoosh, and fled down and away.
Xen Fran walked out of the black mud with a regretful face.
"I'm still too weak. Sister, do you think that if I get stronger, can I instantly kill that annoying old guy?" He looked in the direction of the woman again, and saw the blue-eyed woman still smiling gently at him with. Immediately, my heart was filled with warmth again.
Suddenly his eyes blurred, the woman in front of him disappeared, and there was nothing in front of him.
A look of disappointment suddenly appeared on his face.
"Sister, are you upset again? I let you down." He touched his left neck and suddenly became happy again.
"My time mark has grown a little bit longer, sister, have you seen it? That's a little bit. Let me figure it out. I can live for two more days!" A pure childlike smile appeared on his face.
"One month and five days. It's a long time. I've never had such a long time mark. Sister, you will be very happy, right?"
At the foot of the mountain, a black figure suddenly appeared, staggering a bit while supporting the big tree to stand still.
A red figure suddenly appeared beside him. It was the Firefinch Mother, with an indifferent expression on his face, with a big elf sword hanging from his waist, looking up at the stone palace above.
"Has Zanfran gone mad again?"
"Damn it, I don't want to be with that lunatic again! Come whoever you want!" A distraught old voice came from the shadow.
The fire sparrow mother squinted at the stone palace above.
"Xianfran is a lunatic in the first place, good times and bad times, just don't provoke him. He is also a poor man."
"Poor?!! He is pitiful? Who is going to pity me!!" Hei Ying roared angrily. "He should have disappeared a long time ago! Time marks determine how long he can live, and he relies on absorbing the blood of immortality and the vitality of other people to maintain his life! What is good and bad! I think he has gone completely crazy !"
"Sucking life-sustaining time marks will cause severe pain every once in a while, and the more you smoke, the more resistant the time marks will be on your body, and the effect will become shorter and shorter each time, Zanfran. He has already lived It won't be long." The fire finch mother was silent for a while, and walked up the mountain. "Stop haggling with him."
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For the next time, Garen devoted himself to cultivating his body in Hubo City.
Andrela's medicine worked well, and quickly eliminated the festering phenomenon of the wound. This kind of troublesome effect brought by Wushuang Tianchen, a wound is a pit, just like the damage of the Mitsubishi Army thorn, it is difficult to heal.
This also caused Garen's self-healing ability to fail to take effect quickly.
However, after the suppuration was removed, the injury recovered quickly. The constant physical attributes that reach the limit of human beings bring the terrifying self-healing power of rapid recovery.
Garen played chess and martial arts with Andreira every day in the manor, and then listened to the information gathered from all sides.
The injury is gradually recovering day by day.
It's just that the situation in the Federation has gradually become more complicated. The Federal Third Fleet, deployed at the port on the territorial sea, finally engaged Weisman's small army, the Imperial Bluebird Fleet.
The Federation has a strong national strength and the Empire's combat power is strong. The third fleet, the main force, is fighting against the Weisman small army head-on. If nothing else, the situation should be completely crushed.
Everyone thought that the Federation would definitely win this battle easily, and the main thing to consider was Weissman's counterattack.
But something happened that stunned all countries in the world.
The Federation's Third Fleet collapsed across the board, and twelve steel battleships were completely destroyed in just twenty minutes.
Even the Weisman Empire itself didn't react. When it received the telegram, it thought it was a trick of the Federation to lure the enemy and pretended to be fake.
Weisman's Blue Bird Fleet is only one of the twenty-three small fleets of the empire. All the ships are the smallest battleships and gunships. They have served in the rampant waters of the island and have fought against some small and medium-sized countries. They have not shown how strong they are. combat effectiveness. It was actually able to defeat the Federation's Third Main Fleet head-on.
All of a sudden, the true face of the entire federation was finally exposed to the eyes of all countries.
Military expenditures are owed, the national treasury is in short supply, warships have not been maintained and repaired for a long time, soldiers are not well trained, officials are corrupt, and even many shells used for shelling are substandard. The armor of battleships is completely replaced by cheap and low-hardness metals.
Since the Boundary War, the Federation began to corrupt rapidly. In the Boundary War, no matter which country regarded the Federation as a behemoth, they did not dare to start the war lightly. Guys are smug.
Sitting in the tea room of the manor, Garen picked up the black tea that was replenished by the maid, and looked at the newspaper in his hand with a solemn expression.
On the front page of the black and white newspaper, there was a line of big characters clearly printed: Who will pay for the lost souls of the Third Fleet!
"The situation is not good." Andreira sat opposite him, also holding a copy of the Federal Daily, which is the mouthpiece newspaper representing the country.
"It's not bad, it's very bad." Garen added, putting down the black tea cup. "Because the New West Ocean Company successfully opened up the waterway, and the interests of Weisman were divided unevenly, this caused conflicts and provoked the war. However, if the Federation does not come up with practical countermeasures to make up for the lost prestige in this naval battle, It's probably really dangerous."
"The actual countermeasures are estimated to mobilize the Ninth Army to dispatch. Just look at this." Andreira also frowned, the safety of the country concerns every person in the country. After all, when going abroad, the first thing foreigners see is their own nationality. If the country behind them is not strong, then everything will go wrong everywhere.
Both of them felt a little heavy in their hearts. But this is beyond the reach of personal power. No matter how powerful they are, can they still aim at defeating the opponent's warship with their guns head on? There are at least hundreds of people on a battleship alone, and even thousands of people. No matter how strong a person is at sea, he needs a boat to move. Even if they can kill everyone on board, the time it takes is enough for the opponent to establish an overall advantage.
As a warrior, when faced with wars, especially naval and air battles, what he felt was a deep sense of helplessness.
Boom boom boom. The door was knocked lightly.
"Enter."
Garen put down the newspaper and restrained his expression.
Jack, dressed in a white military uniform, strode in.
"Sect Master, all the ingredients you want are ready, and the potion has also been prepared by a special pharmacist, should it be over now?"
"Let the subordinates do these small things." Garen frowned and looked at Jack. "What you have to do is to practice martial arts well and improve your strength. Did the Eight-Armed Dragon King agree to come over?"
"No, Mr. Yoda left Mr. Su Lin's manor half a month ago. I don't know where he went now. The little guy left with him." Jack answered briefly. "Besides, I'm not like Cynthia at my age, and martial arts training is unlikely to have a big effect on me. I am very clear about my choice."
Garen didn't say any more, and glanced at Andreira.
"Are you going?"
"No, I'll go take a bath and swim later. I don't have your strong physique. I need to use different exercises to adjust my body's flexibility." Andreira waved her hand.
"Body flexibility? What if your body is strong enough? Wouldn't it be so troublesome?" Garen stood up and asked.
"Of course, it's a pity that warriors can only focus on one thing. No matter how much I dabble, I can't reach a high level." Andreira shook her head helplessly.
"I have a secret method that can improve your physical fitness for a short time. Are you interested?" Gallon said suddenly. "And the side effects are not very strong, and the explosive power is amazing."
"Oh? You actually have this kind of secret technique?" Andreira's eyes lit up immediately. "What conditions?!"
Garen shook his head and smiled.
"Just communicate with each other."
Andreira was stunned for a moment, and looked at Garen fixedly, with complicated and inexplicable eyes.
"Do you know the true value of secret methods with less side effects?"
"Of course." Garen naturally knew that when he exchanged with the Tenth Golden Ring, he used a lot of benefits, funds, industries, mines, etc. to exchange, and the value of the payment is estimated to be hundreds of millions. It was one-fifth of Baiyunmen's property at that time.
Andreira lowered her head and pondered for a while.
"Well, it happens that I also have a secret method, let's communicate."
Garen was slightly taken aback.
The reason why he is so generous is mainly because Andreira is also on his side. This guy is addicted to martial arts, and he still remembers the favor he owed him back then, so he took the initiative to come here to give the wound medicine. He is a reliable person.
In the world, there are only a few fighters who stand at the top. The two of them are both addicted to martial arts when they meet again this time. When they communicate, they immediately feel like they are confidantes. The martial arts experience of both parties is beneficial to each other.
Garen has a short training time and lacks detailed experience, but he has rich experience in actual combat between life and death. But Andreira lacks the experience of fighting high-end opponents, so it is difficult to see his own position and future direction.
The two just happen to mostly complement each other.
A few minutes later, the two came to a white stone clearing in the back of the manor.
The open space is paved with large chunks of white ashlar. It is a specially built martial arts arena, and occasionally it can be used for masters to learn from each other and fight.
The field is surrounded by a circle of garden flowers, and outside is a circle of black walls, which are five meters high, and are equipped with electric grids.
(end of this chapter)