Dragon Zero

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When I woke up, I was awakened by the sound of rain. I fell asleep shortly after chatting last night. When it was awakened by the sound of the rain, it was already dawn. The rain was not heavy, and it fell from the sky, but couldn't get in. The sky was not very gloomy, the two stood under the eaves of the atrium corridor and ate some fruit.

At this time, the spirit of Bing Zhixie was also much better, and the poison bubble on his body had disappeared a lot, and some began to scab. In contrast, Kun lost too much blood, and his appearance was very bad.

He took many medicines with him, took out the potion, gauze, iodine, and some internal powder medicines, and said to Kun: "Extend your left hand, and I will help you treat the wound."

Kun is not a tweeter, but the wound on her wrist is really serious. Because of the damp weather and the growth of bacteria, the acid-corroded area on her hand has begun to rot and even grow small bugs. Although she simply treated it with herbs herself, it didn't work.

Bing Zhixie carefully removed the carrion with an ice knife, coated it with iodine and potion, and finally wrapped her entire boned palm with gauze.

Kun twitched her eyebrows in pain, but didn't say anything. She kept watching Bing Zhixie treating her hand wounds silently. Until the end, she said: "Thank you, you have so many things."

Her eyes are like a spring of water, full of emotions, and although she is covered with scars, it is the first time she reveals her coyness as a woman.

Bing Zhixie put down the potion: "Wipe the rest for yourself." After he finished, he went to the other side of the stone cave and changed his medicine.

Kun felt a little lost in her heart. She didn't know why she was like this, but she felt angry, unwilling, and sad. After being silent for a while, she took the initiative to say: "Are the people in the outside world like you?"

"Yes. Nor."

This answer didn't make her fully understand, but she didn't ask, but said: "You stay, your skills are so great. The people who stayed will treat you well and will not be like other men."

"I'm sorry, this is impossible, I still have my own business." Bing Zhixie resolutely refused.

Kun lost again, and replaced her with another man with her temperament. She had already hit her fist, but for this person, although she was dissatisfied, she couldn't bear to start. After a while, she said: "Don't you like me... us, we can't look down on the people we live in the forest?"

Bing Zhixie heard that her tone was a bit wrong, with a kind of uncomfortable repression: "I don't mean that."

Kun whispered: "You may really look down on the people of our tribe. Although you didn't say it, I can feel the tone and attitude of your words, just like adults to children."

Bing Zhixie was slightly stunned and couldn't help feeling ashamed. On the surface, he really did not have any disrespect, and the behaviors brought out by the subconscious mind exposed the true mentality of his heart.

"Stay." Her tone was almost pleading: "Even if you look down on us ordinary people, but... but if you want to live with a higher-ranking witch doctor, we will agree. Yes, Aren’t you the tribe of our tribe? It’s appropriate.

Bingzhixie choked up straight: "Witch Doctor! Do you say clan grandmother?" He wanted to say that he had another half, but it seemed useless to her, and only said: "Your clan grandmother has such a high status, age... I’m still so old, I can’t stand it.”

Kun froze for a moment: "I am not talking about the grandmother. I am talking about the witch doctor, the big witch doctor in the clan."

Bingzhixie wondered: "Hey, isn't your grandmother the witch doctor?"

Kun said: "No. The witch doctor is a witch doctor, she is also an outsider, not a person in the family."

Bing Zhixie was a little surprised: "Oh! I thought the man said that the witch doctor was your grandma. I didn't see her when I went."

"She went to pick medicine a few days before you came." Kun said: "She doesn't live with us normally, and she lives somewhere else, but she only comes to the clan once in a while."

"Oh~! What does she call it?" Bing Zhixie was curious as to who would go to such a remote place as a witch doctor.

"...Uh... I... I forgot. Clan grandmother must remember, you can ask Clan grandmother when you go back." Kun asked busy: "Do you agree to stay?"

Bing Zhixie didn't want to answer directly, diverging the topic and saying: "Let's solve the problem of "fetal demon" first and then talk about it."

The rain stopped shortly afterwards. Bing Zhixie thought for a while, and the cave under the cave would not go. Looking back, I saw that Kun had smeared the potion all over the body, and the gauze was even more funny. Some wanted to laugh, but when she thought that she was hurt so badly, she couldn't laugh anymore. She just said, "I always wonder how your Esperanto speaks too much Fluent, is it related to that witch doctor?"

Kun nodded: "Grandma rarely speaks outside, and I can only exchange a few words when the witch doctor comes."

"She is an outsider, how could she be a witch doctor of thousands of clans?"

Kun said: "The way to save the lives of the tribes is to teach us."

Bing Zhixie suddenly said: "It turns out this way."

Kun asked: "Shall we continue to move forward?"

"Of course. Things have to come to an end." Bing Zhixie said: "But...but before that, pick some more fruits and bird eggs." He wakes up late, although he took poison before the coma, but the effect is not effective. Ideally, a large amount of metal toxins are still deposited in the body. On the contrary, it was Kun. After Su came to eat a lot of frankincense ovarian fruit, the toxins in the body have been neutralized and mostly discharged, and the skin is not so dull.

In fact, is it necessary to continue to explore so quickly, Bing Zhixie has some doubts. His current condition is not good. After using the Sonic Light Dragon Gun, his internal organs were injured. These internal injuries require time to slowly recuperate. Coupled with the accumulation of toxins and countless injuries, he may not be able to deal with critical troubles. But he had been comatose in the atrium for a few days now, and there was no new threat coming, which made him feel more relieved.

When he was ready, Kun threw away his bone-cutting knife and took the broken sword. The front blade was clamped with cloth strips and wood chips. The rear blade was worn on the waist and became a pair of double blades.

Straight from the atrium, at the end is a neatly built open-air promenade, flanked by high walls like slopes, walking in it is like walking in a huge ditch. Moss grows on the wall, but no plants grow out of the stone cracks. Because it has just rained outside, many small streams flow down from the flat wall and into the bottom grid-shaped drainage holes. The repairs here are really fine, and the dark lake under the cave is formed like this.

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