The game I played came true

After carefully sorting it out, Su Gao started a new journey.

The branches are flying in the sky, guiding the direction of the next stop.

The saint's slightly pointed ears trembled, and she heard the sound of distant footsteps. Her steps were steady and without hesitation.

She listened blankly for a while, then used her regained hand to hold the bright pearl hanging around her neck.

It radiated a warm feeling that kept her from dying from the curse.

Her face was expressionless, her heart was raging, but she didn't know how to express it.

Hearing the footsteps that were already far away, the saint came back to her senses, stumbled, and chased after the footsteps.

After bumping a few times, she fell to the ground and the footsteps disappeared.

She sat helplessly on the ground, turning her head blankly, wanting to hear the footsteps again.

"pa~pa~"

The crisp sound of palm clapping.

The saint got up and groped towards the source of the sound again.

"I can't see it, but it's still a bit troublesome."

"It's annoying."

When she heard the displeased voice, her heart contracted. She stopped groping and ran quickly towards the source of the sound.

After stumbling along the way, she reached her destination.

"You should be fine if you exercise more, Saint, I hope you won't be too troublesome."

She heard footsteps again.

The saint followed suit and followed the footsteps.

She listened to the voice and savored the emotions she had never felt before at this moment.

It was very complicated, and she couldn't understand the emotions in her heart at this moment.

It was a little uncomfortable, a little sad, a little regretful, but more importantly, it seemed to be the peace of mind that I had experienced from men before.

Even though she stumbled over, even though she bumped into pain along the way, even so, she felt at ease.

She felt this emotion, and for some reason, she recalled the feeling of being held before, and there was a little sour taste in her heart.

The saint couldn't understand.

She touched the beads, followed the sound, and embarked on her journey.

The sun shone on her body, making her white blond hair become pure white and transparent.

146~149. A year like water, two people embarking on a journey

Branches are falling from the sky, guiding the direction of the next stop.

They bypassed many big cities along the way, supplying supplies in villages and towns along the way. Some villagers looked at the beautiful saint with greedy eyes, but most of them took it back after looking at Su Cake.

The world of "The Brave" is not as beautiful as common fantasy. The residents of villages and towns have to give most of their food to the lords, and they eat very little themselves.Therefore, many villagers are very thin and short, and those who have the ability to eat a lot tend to be fat rather than strong.The thin villagers all wisely retracted their greed after seeing the strong man who was almost two meters tall.

They haven't read a book, but they can understand muscles.

After passing through several villages without incident, when leading the saint over the mountain road, many boulders rolled down from the top of the mountain.

There is an ambush!

He picked up the saint and put it on his shoulders, quickly dodged the boulder and charged towards the top of the mountain.

The dozens of robbers looked at his vigorous movements and panicked for a moment.

The bandit leader shouted: "Throw the logs! Hit the rocks! Don't save! Don't save! Hit him to death!"

"Yes, yes! Throw it away! Throw it away!"

Along the hillside, more rocks and wood were thrown down by the bandits.

Su Gao didn't care. His level 4 physical fitness and increasingly rich combat experience allowed him to walk smoothly on the hillside.

After rushing all the way to the top of the mountain, he drew his sword and slashed at the robbers without asking or talking nonsense.

"Brothers, come on together! There are many of us! Come on!"

"kill!"

"Drink!"

"Uh! No..."

"Forgive me……"

"You actually killed Bert! Die!"

Some were wailing, some begging for mercy, and some were charging forward tenaciously. These bandits' clothes were stained with blood and they were prepared with plenty of rolling logs and boulders.It was clear at a glance that this was definitely not the first time they had blocked the road and robbed them. They came prepared and struck with a ruthless hand. Su Gao was not a saint, so he killed them all in a few minutes.

He threw the saint on the ground, plundered it, and continued on his way.

Listening to the distant footsteps, the saint got up from the ground and continued to follow.

He walked steadily, no more groping forward.

The Saint of Healing is a saint by profession and has no fighting ability. In the past, she used to release healing magic through prayer.But now that the mouthpiece has been destroyed, she cannot pray, and the blessing and attention of the gods have been withdrawn. She does not know whether the magic of prayer can still be released. She does not know and does not care.

As a healing profession, the saint's physical fitness is not high, not even as good as a Level 3 warrior, but it is not too bad. Compared with Level 2, she is still better and has some physical foundation.

Moreover, these years of practice have also enhanced her mental strength. Although it is not as powerful as a mage, it is not bad.

She has a pretty good body, strong mental strength, and her natural half-elf ears.After dozens of days of adaptation, the saint found that she could gradually rely on sound to roughly sense the nearby terrain.

It was a magical feeling, the sound spread like ripples, and she seemed to hear the echo of everything. She could vaguely outline the nearby scene in her mind, and even vaguely perceived the mental emotions of the people around her.

For example, at this moment, the man walking in front didn't seem to be unhappy about the robbery incident, but was actually a little happy?

He seemed to be looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, with a vague smile on his face.

What's in the distance?Unbeknownst to the Saint, she could not hear the scenery too far away.

She followed him over the mountains and ridges. After walking for another day, they came to a new village.

But the saint didn't hear too many sounds in this village. She only heard a dead silence and a violent beating sound.

"Dad! Dad! Someone is coming, someone is coming! Your furs can be sold!"

She heard the voice of a boy. He yelled in surprise and ran into the house. Then he took some things from the house and ran out again.

"Dad asked me to show you these! Uncle, look at it! Do you want to buy anything?"

She listened to the little boy's voice of surprise, and heard the man stroking his chin: "Hmm~ These furs are not very good. They are fine for use as cushions. Kid, I won't pay a high price."

The little boy said warily: "How much are you prepared to pay? Don't lie to me! Otherwise I'll call my dad to beat you!"

The man's voice was hesitant, but the saint could tell that he was pretending: "For one silver coin, I only want this intact fur."

The little boy hesitated and handed the fur to the man: "Deal! Pay me quickly!"

The man handed the silver coin to the little boy, who quickly ran back to the room. His empty voice came from the open door: "Dad! Sold for one silver coin! Sold for one silver coin!"

Not long after, the little boy ran out again. He handed the man a basket of black bread and said, "Dad said you gave too much! This is for you!"

The saint listened to the little boy's voice and found that his voice was high-pitched and excited throughout, and his mood was always in a high state. She was very excited.

The man took the black bread and left the village with the saint.

The saint listened carefully. She was convinced that there was only one little boy in the village.

She followed the familiar footsteps and walked around the village. The man found a corner house and lived in it temporarily.

During this period, the little boy ran over and shouted: "Why did you rob Aunt Gula's house! You two bad guys! I will ask Uncle Tana to arrest you!"

The saint listened to the man's calm voice: "Kid, we didn't rob the house. You see, we paid ten copper coins for a day. It's a very reasonable rent."

The little boy looked at a place. The saint couldn't hear what was there, but after a while he heard the crisp sound of copper coins colliding. As for the container, it should be a basket?

The little boy's tone was very happy: "So you paid! Then I'll tell Uncle Tana! Let him cancel the evening's action!"

"As long as you two abide by the rules! We welcome you to live in Quarry Village!"

The little boy ran away kicking.

A few days later, the saint discovered that the man was no longer on his way, and he began to settle down in the village.

He goes out to exercise every morning, comes home to cook at noon, continues to exercise in the afternoon, cooks at night, hunts at midnight, and comes back to sleep in the early morning.

He seemed to have nothing else to do but exercise and hunt.

During this period, the little boy came many times, but many times, he only watched secretly from a distance and did not come to speak.

The saint cannot speak, cannot ask, cannot communicate.

She was confused, but she could only say something of unknown meaning: "Aba Aba."

The man replied to her. She could feel that he was in a good mood, so he replied: "What's wrong? What are you talking about?"

She pointed to the outside of the village, then to the house where she lived behind her, and asked in a low voice: "Huh? Aba?"

She wanted to ask why she wanted to live in the village, because the man had never made any move to stay before. He kept moving forward and throwing branches, but in recent days there was no sign of leaving at all.

The man answered her, but he didn't answer the question: "Oh, you asked what to eat for lunch? I had roast rabbit for lunch. The needle was good. I caught a plump Taya rabbit in the trap. Thank you for the gift of nature."

The saint understood that the man was not replying to her question, but he was just bored and a little happy and wanted to say something.

She heard the man continuing to exercise, seemingly leaning on the ground?Up and down together, unable to understand or communicate.

A few days later, the little boy peeked many times from a distance. Today he ran over again and shouted: "What are you doing! Why are you moving around every day?"

The man used a completely different tone when communicating with her, a somewhat serious tone, and replied to the little boy: "I am doing exercises so that I can become stronger."

The little boy murmured: "Can this make me stronger?"

The man replied firmly: "Yes, this can make you stronger."

The little boy ran away, and for the next few days, the saint could hear him exercising in the distance.

Occasionally, the man would bring the animals he hunted to the little boy, and he would ask the little boy how to farm.The little boy was very happy to teach him how to plant. Occasionally the man would say he had a new farming idea and tell the little boy to try it together. They would eat together, mostly meat.

The man then started farming behind the house where he settled.

The saint thinks that they will probably live here forever. She doesn't hate it, as long as she can live, she hates death.

Two months later, the man took her to a hillside outside the village.

She didn't know why he came here, but she could sense that he was constantly placing flowers on the ground. The ground was uneven and had many bumps.

The little boy was hiding far away, his heavy breathing not being hidden at all.

The man clapped his hands: "Come here."

The saint subconsciously moved closer, and when she heard the little boy's voice coming out, she realized that he wasn't calling her.

A trace of embarrassment surged in her heart, and she walked aside expressionlessly.

The little boy's voice was very calm now, no longer as high-pitched as when they met before: "Uncle, are you leaving?"

The man replied: "Yes, I'm ready to leave."

The little boy didn't speak anymore, and the saint heard the sound of water drops falling.

The man walked into him, touched his head, and said in a gentle voice: "Jimmy, you are very brave and smart. I grew some cheap herbs behind the house, and the care book is in the room."

"Live well, little man."

The little boy's voice became high-pitched and excited again: "I will definitely live well!"

"Well, goodbye, little man."

"Goodbye! Big uncle!"

The man walked away, and the little boy's voice came from behind again: "Thank you! Big uncle!"

The man waved his hand without stopping.

The saint knew that the man not only left a book in the room, he also left several bottles of potions, as well as all the wild beasts he hunted these days. He disposed of these wild beasts and piled them in the house.

The basket at the door also contained the copper coins that had been thrown in these days, mixed with a few silver coins, but there were no gold coins, and she did not hear the sound of gold coins.

The saint followed behind him.