The game I played came true

The man seemed to be playing the brave man, and he seemed very happy after receiving the thanks.

The saint recalled how she felt after occasionally following the man and helping others to gain gratitude.

[A bit...comfortable...]

Village Chief: "Master Brave, can you please help us get rid of the giant bear in the forest? It prevents us from cutting down trees. We don't have enough firewood for the winter this year. If this continues, many people will definitely die in the winter."

"What?! Damn Xiong Da!"

When the saint heard the man saying something she didn't understand, she ran towards the forest angrily.

The man rarely said strange things before, his speech was quite normal, and his mood was very stable.

However, what she said recently was occasionally mixed with some strange words. Although she could understand it, she didn't know what it meant, and her mood became very low occasionally, and then she became very irritable.

Is it because of winter?

Does Xiong Da refer to that giant bear?Why call it Big Bear?

The saint didn't know, she followed the man quietly.

She couldn't catch up with him, but his voice was already very familiar to her. It was just a weak voice from a distance, and she could clearly tell that he was there.

The sound of this battle was very loud, with trees falling and roaring.

This is the first time a saint has encountered such a situation. In the past, when men fought, they were mostly crushed and occasionally slightly injured. The battles ended quickly and without such a loud noise.

He pursues killing with one blow, never procrastinates in battle, and his fighting skills seem to be getting better and better.

Hearing the loud rumbling sound, the saint's heart tightened, she stopped and stood on the spot.

There was a more violent sound in the distance.

The saint's steps stopped, then slowly lifted up, and she slowly walked towards the place where the sound came from.

Her steps became faster and faster, until she was running at a trot.

Before reaching the destination, the sound of the battle ended.

She heard a loud gasp, coming from the man.

The saint followed the sound and came to him.

She smelled blood and felt a huge claw gap on the man's chest.

The wound has been bandaged roughly, but you can still feel its huge size, stretching from the chest to the waist.

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It was not fatal, but it was still a very serious injury, and a strong smell of blood emanated from it.

She stood in front of him blankly.

"Go, go back."

The man's mood was no longer violent, but only peaceful. He greeted her in a calm tone and prepared to return to the village.

His steps were staggering, and he would occasionally hold on to the tree trunk to catch his breath.

Why not use healing potions?

The saint realized that they had no healing potion at all.

The potions in the Demon King's Castle are all potions that strengthen the body and enhance attributes. Most of them are no longer effective against the Demon King and are left in the treasure house.

There was no healing potion in the treasury, and the devil drank all the healing potions.

That battle used up all available supplies.

The saint opened her mouth: "Aba~ah..."

She subconsciously wanted to pray, but what she came out with was a meaningless mute sound.

The man looked at her: "What's wrong?"

The saint was silent.

The man ignored her and continued walking towards the village. His breathing became more rapid, and he occasionally hissed and gasped.

"It hurts so much. I have to ask the village chief to kill him. Damn it. It's said to be a giant bear. How can it be that it's an Arashi Wild Bear that's almost at the fifth level?"

The saint could feel the man's emotions, calm and a little joyful, as if he was not the one who was seriously injured.

She walked in front of him and stopped him.

The saint's fingers changed slightly, from a cold mechanical hand to a sharp knife.

She carefully cut open the other arm.

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Blood gushed out from her wounds.

The saint took out the vessel, caught the blood, and handed it to the man.

"Ah...Abba..."

Su Gao looked at her, a little stunned.

He remembered her physical talent: the healing body, where flesh and blood had a healing effect.

"Saint, are you trying to please me?"

Su Gao said bad words and walked around. He didn't hate the saint now, but he didn't like her either. He was just ordinary.

Okay, maybe because of Alice before, I don’t like it a little bit.

After walking around for a short distance, he saw the saint standing in front of him again, handing over the cup of blood.

Her face no longer had an expression of nothingness, but a hint of confusion and timidity.

The saint carefully handed her blood in front of her.

Feeling the pain of the wound on his chest and smelling the sweet-smelling blood.

The body is craving it.

"It's really unlike me to be such a mother-in-law."

"Since it's good for your body, drink it!"

He mumbled, took the cup of blood, and drank it all in one gulp!

Luscious and sweet, it doesn't taste like blood at all.

There was a numbing feeling from the injury on his chest, which was the feeling of growing flesh rapidly.

"I'm surprised, your blood effect is so good?"

While talking nonsense, he opened the wound that he had just bandaged and found that it had initially healed.

Looking at the saint, I guessed how she died before. It was a bit miserable.

At this time, the saint's arm was still bleeding slightly.

He took out a clean white cloth from his backpack and bandaged her up.

The saint stood quietly, waiting for the bandaging to end.

She was expressionless at this time, but she felt okay and not ugly.

"Let's go, go back."

He walked in front without saying anything else.

The saint sensed the man's words and found that he was warmer than before.

She didn't know why she bled him to treat him.

Maybe it's because she doesn't want the person who protects her to die, maybe it's because she wants to please him and not abandon her, or maybe it's because she's afraid that the man will directly kill her in retrospect.

She didn't know why.

In her mind just now, she just didn't want to hear him continue to inhale due to pain, some didn't want to hear his staggering steps, and some didn't want to smell his blood.

There are only some, there are some.

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"Show me the bright pearl."

The saint untied the necklace and handed over the condensation beads.

"There are more than 8000 energy left. I will consume about a thousand a year to stop the curse."

"It's almost enough, wear it."

The saint caught the necklace thrown and put it back around her neck.

The two returned to the village. The village chief was grabbed by the man and gave him more reward: a large bundle of firewood and a few people to help boil water.

Night came, and the man was lying in the big wooden barrel in the warehouse, taking a bath, and breathed out comfortably: "Ba Shi~ Sure enough, taking a bath after running around is so comfortable."

It was obvious that he was in a happy mood. After counting for 10 minutes, he left the barrel and walked outside.

"You can wash it off too. There is clean hot water nearby."

Compared with before, his voice was no longer cold. Although it was still very calm, it had a hint of warmth.

The saint felt a little happy in her heart.

She didn't know why the man's attitude changed like this, but his current attitude made her feel more at ease and relaxed.

The saint began to bathe, and then took a bath. The mechanical limbs were very delicate and practical, and they would not cause problems due to water or fire.

Untying the white cloth, she found that there were scars on her shoulders.

Although her own flesh and blood has no therapeutic effect on herself, her natural self-healing ability is stronger, and minor injuries heal quickly.

When I lift my hand, the pain will not be relieved at all.Stab yourself and it really hurts.

The warm water enveloped the saint's body, making her feel comfortable.

I recall that when I was in church, I was often taken to bathe in the bathhouse by the nuns.

At that time, the nuns basically arranged for showers and rarely took baths, and I didn't think bathing was a comfortable thing.

The few times I took a bath, I just felt it was bland and ordinary, without any feeling.

But now I feel a little comfortable.

Unconsciously, I want to soak longer.

Time passed slowly, and she heard some quietly approaching footsteps outside the warehouse.

"roll,"

The footsteps stopped, and the embarrassed voices of the villagers came from outside the warehouse: "Master Brave, let's see if we need to heat the water."

"Leave far away."

There were awkward responses from the villagers outside the door, and they ran away quickly.

The saint did not hear the sound of hot water reverberating in the bucket.

【Are you coming for me again...】

She thought silently and gradually understood that it was her body that aroused these people's greed.

After getting up, the saint did not soak in the water anymore. She wiped her body quietly and put on the thick and beautiful maid uniform.

Walking out of the warehouse that was temporarily used as a bathroom, she sensed that the man was looking at the sky, feeling not in a good mood.

She didn't dare to speak and stood quietly aside.

"After washing, go back to sleep."

After the man finished speaking calmly, he left the warehouse and went to the temporary cabin arranged by the village chief.

The village chief arranged for the house to have two rooms and one bed in each room.

The man slept on the bed in the larger room, while she took out the cleaning tools from her storage backpack, swept the floor, and then started to make the bed.

The saint usually sleeps on the ground next to the man's bed.