miss mist go with the flow

Amy squatted down next to the swordsman, unscrewed the bottle cap and shook it, dipped the brush in the medicine bottle with the medicine, and brushed it on the edge of the cross-shaped knife wound on the swordsman's chest.

In fact, it can be wiped by hand, but after all, it is the first time to meet, so we still need to pay attention to the image.

Perhaps it was because of the stimulation of the potion, or it might be because of the brush, Miss Swordsman's face blushed, and she bit her lips lightly, making a slight moan.

Amy admired the "female swordsman's shyness" for a few seconds, continued to apply medicine to the wound, and began to babble, "People, don't be afraid when you encounter pain, let alone despair, you must know that survival is the most important thing Things, as long as you can survive, you will be able to overcome the pain and disaster sooner or later, and see the dawn and hope..."

The female swordsman still lowered her eyebrows and bit her lip.

Amy sighed in her heart, such a deep wound, it must be very painful to touch; when the potion promotes wound healing, it will accelerate the growth of body tissue around the wound, which is very itchy; the girl's chest was touched by an outsider with a brush Touch, somewhat shy...

Under the painful, itchy and embarrassing situation, Miss Swordsman can basically remain calm, it seems that she is not an ordinary person.

The wound was treated quickly, and it was noon. Miss Swordsman fainted again, but she woke up again shortly afterwards, with a firm will.

The swordsman's uniform and bandages were stained with blood. Amy tried to use the dust removal technique, but the effect was very poor and basically useless.

She re-bandaged Miss Swordsman's wound, found a loose cloak from her closet, and wrapped it around Miss Swordsman's body instead of a jacket.

The elf's body is much slimmer than that of a human. Miss Swordsman is at least 1.7 meters tall, [-] centimeters taller than Amy, and her chest is also very broad. She can't wear Amy's dress at all.

When changing clothes, Amy was still talking about "survival", "hope", and "endurance", Miss Swordsman didn't speak, just looked at Amy quietly.

When her blue eyes drooped down, they lost their original sharpness, and looked a little aggrieved and pitiful.

Amy controlled her gaze not to wander around, stood up and clapped her hands.

"Okay, the wound is almost done, you lie here and rest first, I'll get you something to eat."

Amy's reason for saving people was not simple. She wanted to test whether the matter of rescuing Miss Swordsman could be judged as a special event by the system.

However, the response of this broken system is a bit slow, and the result will not be known until tomorrow.

Amy stretched her waist, moved her arms, and walked into the bushes not far away.

The Timberwolf lay on the ground with its head down, its eyes following Amy's figure, like a big, well-behaved dog.

Amy stroked Timberwolf's ears and said softly, "Bobby, please find some more fruits."

Timberwolf's head turned slightly, looking at the position where Miss Swordsman was lying.

"It's okay, she hasn't regained her mobility yet."

Amy comforted her big dog who was smart and protected her master, and added in a low voice, "Catch a few small edible animals and bring them back."

A little doubt flashed in the Timberwolf's big eyes. It slowly straightened up and ran deep into the woods.

The wooden house where Miss Swordsman is housed has been paved with floor tiles, which Amy made using the trick of "hardening earth and rocks". The door is open, so that Amy can observe Miss Swordsman's condition.

It will take some time for Bobby to find food, so Amy simply continued with the previous work. She set up the wood, picked up the ax and began to chop.

Amy's carpentry skills were not inherited from the original owner of the body, but the skills she mastered when she was an earthling.

Isn't it just a wooden house? Which of the children in the village has never had a secret base?

After repairing a few boards, Amy noticed Miss Swordsman's gaze.

There was surprise in those blue eyes, and the expression on his face was full of doubts.

Amy inexplicably thought of the picture of "It's really confusing.jpg", she raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Have you never seen such a beautiful carpenter like me?"

Miss Swordsman pursed her lips, her voice was still weak: "You, are you an elf?"

"Hey~"

Amy moved her long ears, and had no intention of concealing her identity. This physical feature was too obvious, and she couldn't hide it without wearing a hat.

"My name is Amy, how about you?"

The swordsman fell silent, with complex expressions on her face, like shame and remorse. After a while, she moved her lips and said, "My name is Sirin, Miss Amy, thank you for saving me."

"You fell at the door of my house. Don't worry about it." Amy picked up the ax and split a log again. "By the way, your injury is quite serious. Did you get attacked by someone?"

Sirin was silent again, her eyebrows drooped, her eyes moved down, the blue in her eyes was like flickering frail lights.

Amy felt the emotion called "sadness", not the anger of being attacked, nor mixed with surprise or regret, just pure sadness.

It seems to be a lady with a story.

Amy shook her head slightly, "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, just rest at ease and heal your wounds, and the food will come later."

"Thank you."

Miss Swordsman is not the kind of eloquent person, so she can only repeat her thanks.

Amy's eyes swept across Sirin's face, and she didn't know whether it was the swordsman's strong physique, or the potion taken internally and externally had an effect. Sirin's complexion had improved significantly compared to the beginning.

A sick beauty is good, but a healthy pretty sister is also great.

The communication was temporarily suspended, and only the sound of axes chopping wood could be heard in the field.

Sirin squinted her eyes half-closed, tilted her head, and kept her gaze lingering around Amy.

Amy didn't care, and concentrated on doing her own thing.

It is rare to have a second chance in life, so she doesn't care what others think of her.

The sky light in the depths of the forest gradually deflected, and the time slowly reached noon.

The giant wolf with blue-white fur came back with nimble steps and stopped in the bushes. A thin rope was hung between its grinning teeth. On the left was a bunch of blue wild berries, and on the right was a big hare.

Amy put down her work and walked over to Bobby.

The green wild fruit is the variety she ate in the morning, but the portion is several times larger.The hare was already dead. Judging from the sharp cut marks on the neck, it was obviously not bitten to death, but was cut open and bled to death by magic like a wind blade.

In addition to bloodletting, Bobby also shaved part of the rabbit's skin, leaving marks for easy cutting in certain parts.

This smart big dog has already guessed what the owner is going to do. If it has human dexterous hands and feet, it will be able to handle the hare better.

"Good job~"

Amy praised verbally, and rubbed the Timberwolves' big ears vigorously.

Bobby tilted his head with an expression of enjoyment. He looked for a place to place the string, and instead of rushing into the jungle, he lay down and took a nap not far away.

Amy knew that the big dog was still worried about her safety, worried that Xilin was a dangerous person, so she simply stayed here as a bodyguard.

She took out an exquisitely crafted small bowl from the storage space, peeled off the skin of the wild fruit, leaving only the pulp, packed seven or eight of them, and brought them to Sirin.

In just a few hours, Xilin's face could already see the color of blood surging. It was obvious that her physical fitness far surpassed that of ordinary humans.

"Can you eat by yourself?" Amy knelt down and asked.

Sirin's arms shook a few times, and then her face showed embarrassment.

Her attempts failed, as severe injuries and blood loss robbed her of her strength, and she was not yet able to move freely.

Amy became interested, and smiled: "Let me feed you, ah—"

She picked up a fruit between her thumb and forefinger, and slowly brought it to Sirin's lips.

Miss Swordsman's face was flushed with red clouds, and her lips trembled slightly, but after seeing Amy's face at close range, she gritted her teeth and opened her lips with determination.

Amy pushed the pulp into the two pink lips, and some unharmonious images came to mind.

Is this feeding play?Things that can be used as sexual slang to popularize science are really confusing.

"Is it tasty?"

After Sirin finished swallowing, Amy asked with a smile.

The blush on Miss Swordsman's face grew stronger, and she nodded embarrassingly.

"That's good, let's take our time, and eating something will help you recover your strength."

Amy finished feeding the pulp in the bowl one by one, and when it was over, Sirin lowered her head, with a lingering red glow on her face, she didn't dare to look up.

"This is just an appetizer, the next thing is the focus."

Amy picked up the hare, walked to the side of the puddle, skillfully plucked and peeled it, opened it to remove the dirt, and quickly processed the hare into what the ingredients should look like.

Thanks to this body, Amy felt more comfortable than when she was on Earth.

She took out the grill she had made earlier from the pile of materials next to her, and took out the seasoning that Roland brought. Before officially starting work, she glanced at Miss Swordsman again.

Sirin was dumbfounded, with a surprised expression, almost dull.

When she met Amy's gaze, she touched her upper and lower lips a few times, and barely uttered a few words: "Miss Amy, are you really an elf?"

"Huh?" Amy tilted her head, "Is there any problem?"

Sirin was silent. The elves she knew didn't know how to chop trees with sharp objects, and they didn't have much interest in eating meat.

Amy's independent behavior made her think of a possibility.

This elf may have been exiled by the ethnic group, so he deliberately did this kind of thing that violated the nature of elves.

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ps: Mengxin asks for tickets~

Volume 4: Chapter [-] System Feedback

The tongue of fire turned, and the smell of charred meat provoked Amy's thoughts. She swallowed lightly, and skillfully brushed on the prepared seasoning.

She has been in this world for half a year, and she has eaten wild fruits for half a year. Although the taste of the fruits is not bad, it is inevitable that she misses the taste of meat.

With the seasonings sent by Roland, she can finally satisfy her appetite.

The skill of grilling was also learned by Amy when she was on Earth, and it was one of her means of earning a living.

After the meat was roasted, she deftly sliced ​​the meat and placed it on a plate, and even made a plate of dry ingredients for herself.

When dipping the first piece of barbecue into her mouth, Amy did not get the expected satisfaction.

The meat was roasted just right, there were no problems with the ingredients, the freshness of the ingredients was guaranteed, and her craftsmanship did not deteriorate. This piece of barbecue was enough to be described as "delicious".

But when she chewed and swallowed, she felt an indescribable discomfort in her chest and abdomen.

Is it too tired?Want some lemon juice or lettuce?

No, it's not this level of discomfort, it's more like her current body is repelling the entrance of meat.

Is it the remaining consciousness of the original owner?Or is the body's instinct repelling?

Amy put down the fork regretfully, and rubbed her forehead on the left side.

The smell of barbecue is still stimulating the taste buds, but the anticipation and excitement in her heart have faded.

She looked at Sirin who was lying in the wooden room, and Miss Swordsman smiled at her: "Miss Amy is very special, I rarely see meat-eating elves."

Far from being rare, the appearance of elves is similar to that of humans, but their body structure is quite different. Sirin has never seen elves actively try meat.

Elves who eat meat must be outliers in the group.

"Just try it." Amy exhaled, and walked to Sirin with the plate, "Do you have the strength to chew?"

Miss Swordsman's nose twitched, and she nodded without disappointment.

The smell of the grilled meat is very fragrant, and the browned skin looks great. She hasn't eaten this level of food for a long time.

"I'll help you sit up."

Amy put the dinner plate on the stool, held Sirin's arm, and helped her to sit up halfway.

"Or should I feed you?" Ami remembered the feeding play just now, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Sirin raised her hand with a wry smile, "Don't bother Miss Amy, I can do it myself."

Those blue wild fruits that were fed earlier contained very pure elemental power, which was a good tonic.

During Amy's barbecue, Sirin digested the power of those elements, recovered some physical strength, and was able to control the movement of her limbs.

Amy felt slightly regretful, "Then you eat slowly, if you don't have enough, there will be more."

The hare was brought back by Timberwolf Bobby. After it was roasted, Amy didn't want to eat it, and Sirin probably couldn't eat a whole one. She simply sliced ​​half a rabbit and sent it to her big dog.

The giant wolf with blue-white hair enjoyed the roasted rabbit meat very much, and ate it up in two or three bites, without even spitting out the bones.

After eating, Bobby continued to take a nap in the bushes. Sirin put away the plates and utensils and took a nap with her eyes closed. Seeing this, Amy covered Sirin with a blanket, and also climbed onto the bed to take a nap.

This sleep was not stable, and not long after she closed her eyes, Amy realized that she was dreaming.

After coming to this world, Amy would occasionally dream about her life on Earth, but this time the dream was completely different.

She turned into a traveler, wrapped in a taupe robe, walking on the ground.