Dragon Zero

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In the afternoon, Alice unexpectedly saw Master Bing Zhixie coming back. She hurried over to help the weak Master and said, "Isn't there another day, Master, how did they release you?"

"Released." Bing Zhixie smiled bitterly: "Why am I so strange to hear this?"

Alice helped him sit down on the sofa and said, "Why don't you lie down first. They too, don't know what you did to Master."

"They took my bone marrow twice... Ah! No, I really have to lie down." Bing Zhixie didn't want to lie down, but his physical discomfort made him unbearable, so he lay down slowly and rested a little.

Alice complained about the people in the Rock City, poured a glass of warm water for the Master to drink, and then asked the Master if there is any discomfort, hungry or not, do you want to eat something?

Bing Zhixie was so moved to see her take care of herself so much that she did not dare to accept it. At this time, the people from the Rock City came, and Germeni brought something into the room, and I saw Alice's bad eyes on the face.

"How did you do it, why did you make my Master so miserable every time you came back?" Alice was very angry, very unhappy, and did not give her local host a good face.

Germeni said: "Your master is not a big problem, just excessive wear and too weak. Just rest for a period of time, and a good recovery will recover. Here is the "Marlen Jarl" I brought, It’s a special medicine in this city. Taking it can help your master recover quickly.” He said that he put the antique wooden vial on the table and said, “This vial can be used twenty times, every time Use 50 grams each time, and just use boiled water to take a drink. Take it once every three days. With the current condition of Bingzhixie, it can be restored in about three clothes, and the rest should be the gifts and apologies of the city."

"Can this work?" Alice picked up the Erlenmeyer flask and shook it, with powder in it. The mouth of the bottle is sealed, but there is a twisting mechanism. After turning, the powder is shaken out like sprinkling pepper.

Germeni said to Bingzhixie: "I won't disturb you to rest. If necessary, just wait for the waiter."

"Can't this old man give a smiley face when he speaks?" Alice put down the bottle and said to the ice child evil: "Master, you are resting, I'll get a pot of boiling water to give you medicine."

"Well." Bing Zhixie responded weakly.

‘Malanyar’ is a golden jade-like powder, which is flushed with boiling water and has a peculiar milk fragrance. "This medicine is so good, I want to take it when I smell it." Alice waited for the medicine to cool for a while, and then passed it to Master to serve it.

Bing Zhixie sat up and took the cup: "I'll do it myself."

Alice had no choice but to look around and stood for a while, saying, "I'll get it, Master, what do you want to eat?"

"casual."

Out of the house, Alice asked the waiter to deliver the meal and happened to meet Bemoyer. She pretended not to see and walked past Bemoyer, but was stopped.

"His Royal Highness, do you stop talking to me for a while?"

"Princess? What princess, which princess?" Alice still pretended not to know: "Don't block my way, OK, I still have something to do."

Bemoyer only said, "Princess Alice, it's boring to pretend."

Alice chuckled: "You, you recognize me here. Long time no see, hello."

Bimoye looked at her with glassy eyes and said, "Princess, why are you in this place?"

"Ah, I think it's fun, come here to have a fun."

"is it?"

"Hmm, yes."

"What about Celeste?" Bimoye asked again.

"He...he... isn't he dead? Why are you asking me?"

Bimoye said: "But I heard that he and the princess came to the Aral Rock City together, and it was a month ago."

Alice couldn't hide it, and said angrily: "Why do you even ask me if you know?"

"I want to meet him."

Two people, in the room, with the same white hair and different eyes, sat quietly opposite each other, and for a while, they said nothing.

Bing Zhixie drank a milk coffee, and her tongue licked the juice on her lips, and finally someone spoke first.

"You still like to drink milky things as before." Bemoyer ate lipstick tea and put down the porcelain cup.

"Huh?" This sentence somewhat surprised Bing Zhixie.

Bimoye said: "Although that problem caused you and them, they usually mentioned you occasionally, especially Luo."

"Are they okay?" Bing Zhixie also spoke.

"not good."

There was another silence.

Bimoye said: "Luo is almost dead, and Wien's whereabouts are unknown, and he may be fierce." He looked at Bing Zhixie's expression, and there was no slight change in Bing Zhixie's face, which was within his expectation, but There are some disappointments.

"Your emotions are fluctuating." Bing Zhixie kept holding the milk coffee, and then drank down the glass before looking up at Bimoyer.

Bimoye's hand on his leg moved uncomfortably, which made him uncomfortable. He sighed: "I also found that I became vulnerable, I wouldn't be like this before."

Bing Zhixie again said: "Your words have changed too."

Bimoye stopped talking.

"Are you vulnerable?" Bing Zhixie asked back.

Bimoye frowned, and his expression returned to nature and became colder: "You have also changed, and the way you speak has become more aggressive than before. It is also...more lonely than before."

Alice hid in the next room and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two of them. She said, "Is Master more lonely than before?" She touched her chin and lifted her neck to think for a while: "Why don't I think."

Bing Zhixie smiled faintly and called out: "Help me pour another cup of coffee with milk."

"Oh." Alice hurried out from behind the door, took the cup, poured a cup of brewed coffee, added milk and a little sugar, and hurriedly sent it to the table, then hid back in the room and watched secretly.

Bimoye's expression changed slightly, becoming mixed and thoughtful.

Bing Zhixie said: "Your mood changes a lot."

Bimoye also smiled faintly: "I don't need to hide."

"No cover is the best cover."

Bemoyer said: "Let's not try each other anymore, although I kind of like this more intense feeling."

Bing Zhixie leaned back on the sofa cushion: "You can't resist seeing me anymore."

"Human minds are always changing."

"Then talk about it."

"What are you talking about?"

"The story of you going to the Warcraft Forest."

Bemoyer smiled and said, "You know. Why don't you talk about the story after your "death"?"

It was late at night, and Bimoye didn't mean to go, but Bingzhixie was already sleepy. Bing Zhixie drank a cup of black coffee and said, "It's hard to imagine that you and I would sit here and talk for so long."

"Your current physical condition does not allow you to fight by force." Bemoyer said.

"I'm tired of unnecessary fights."

The two were drinking something quietly without talking for a while. But when the eyes of the two of them collided, they said at the same time: "Then another way to compete!"

Bing Zhixue said: "You propose."

"Arc soul clothes."

"Challenges of this level are too difficult to avoid."

Bimoye said coldly: "Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid you can't deserve this battle."

Bemoyer got up and said: "Then wait and see."

Alice closed the door, ran back to the room and sat down and said, "Master, you talked to him for a long time, and I didn't understand what you are talking about. But I understood the last words, what is the Aohunyi?"

Bing Zhixie didn't explain it to her, only said: "It's a hundred times harder than becoming a great magister."

"It's a hundred times harder than... than becoming a magister!!" Alice was surprised for a long time: "Master, are you kidding me, is there such a thing?"

Bing Zhixie got up from the sofa and said, "I'm going to take a bath and go to bed. You should go to bed too. Rest early."

"Wait and wait." Alice chased and asked again, "Master, can you win him?"

Bing Zhixie stopped and thought for a while, and said, "I don't know, it depends on my luck. Oh, when do I also care about luck."

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