miss mist go with the flow

Sirin was also shocked by the lightning-fast strike. She didn't have time to dodge horizontally, and made a posture of lowering her waist in mid-air. Her whole body suddenly bent, and she narrowly avoided the sword's edge.

woohoo-

After the sword's edge flew past, the sound of breaking wind sounded slowly.

The cyan long sword missed the target and rushed straight into the distance, until it was inserted into a tree before being stopped.

Sirin straightened up in a bit of embarrassment, and said lightly: "Three tricks have passed—"

"I won't fight anymore!" Ami raised her hands in surrender, and shouted, "I don't have my sword, so I won't fight anymore!"

The thirty-step flying sword is easy to use, but the problem is that at such a fast speed, Amy can't maintain the magic thread at all. The long sword broke away from her control after flying a certain distance, and there was no way to recover it.

"You, you—" Sirin was suffocated, and wanted to yell "You are stupid", but she was too embarrassed to say it.

"Just let me play~"

The elf showed a somewhat coquettish smile, stuck out her tongue, and retracted her pink tongue in a flash, but it aroused the itch deep in Sirin's heart.

She took a deep breath, it was useless to be depressed, and it was impossible to really lose her temper with this demented elf.

"I'll help you get the sword back."

Sirin swept out, easily crossed a distance of more than ten meters, jumped onto the tree trunk, pulled out Amy's sword, and spun around and landed gracefully.

"The last move is very good, a very thoughtful and innovative move." Sirin turned the long sword upside down, handed back the handle, and said, "But it's best not to use it until the critical moment. You don't have the means to retract the weapon. The sword When a soldier loses his weapon, it is like a beast losing its claws and claws, and can no longer threaten the enemy."

"Hey~" Amy took the sword, tapped her forehead and acted cutely, "If you prepare enough weapons and shoot them out one by one, is it feasible?"

"This thought..."

Xilin fell silent for a while, the style of the Jizhi Sword School is to warm up weapons, and pay attention to the simultaneous growth of swords and themselves.

She is already an exception in the genre, with three weapons, among which the "Silver Sacred Order" was bestowed by the empire to legendary professionals, "Cross Assassination" was obtained by chance, and her own weapon is in a state of mysterious accumulation , it is temporarily inconvenient to get out of the sheath.

But in any case, swordsmen attach great importance to their own swords, and few people would propose such a practice of treating swords as consumables.

The idea of ​​this elf is beyond the rules, but if you look closely...

"Other tricks may work, but this trick, you can try it."

Sirin took out the ordinary refined iron sword used for camouflage from the storage equipment, and handed it to Amy to let her try out the moves.

All persuasion is worse than giving it a try.

Amy is naturally good-natured, she holds the long sword, according to the previous practice, first uses the magic power to urge it to rotate, then draws the bow with the magic silk thread, and finally bursts——

Before the magic power exploded to boost it, the refined iron long sword could no longer bear the heavy pressure, and it shattered into pieces on the spot.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Sirin stretched out her hand and swung it around. The palm of her hand was like a magnet, absorbing all the fragments, preventing them from piercing Amy.

"Ah this..."

After some actual operation, Amy discovered the problem.

Ordinary long swords couldn't withstand her tossing at all, and would be scrapped due to quality problems.

How about a better quality sword?

Amy thought about it, but still shook her head.

There is a limit to the magic thread that can be attached to a weapon. The more familiar the sword is, the easier it is to operate. Switching to an unfamiliar weapon will never achieve the effect of the "thirty-step flying sword" just now.

"Not very good." Amy shook her head and added, "This trick seems a bit tasteless."

If you can win, you don't need it, and if you can't win, throwing the flying sword may not be successful. It only takes effect on people with similar strength, and you have a chance to succeed if you don't expect it.

"That's not true. If you need a desperate blow, this move may have a miraculous effect." Sirin rubbed Amy's hair, "You are an elf, better at magic and archery, After getting close, you can use this move to attack secretly, or take the opportunity to distance yourself before making other plans."

"It seems to be right." Amy shook her head and broke free from Sirin's palm. She is a magician in essence, and most of the rewards given by the system are magic spells, so there is no need to die on sword moves.

She pursed her lips and grabbed Sirin's wrist, "Have you touched my hair a lot lately? If you get touched too much, you won't grow taller!"

Sirin is silent, can your old body still welcome the sunset and develop?

Of course she wouldn't say that, but returned with a gentle smile, and said softly: "It feels very good, I can't help but touch it, if you don't like it, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Amy waved her hand, "No sincerity, but forget it, I'm not such a stingy person, you can touch it as you like, just pay attention to the occasion."

Amy doesn't really feel much about head-touching, neither likes nor dislikes, but this is an opportunity for Sirin to approach her proactively. Amy just mentions it, and she will definitely not refuse.

"Come on, let's go have breakfast."

After warming up, both of them felt a little hungry and were going back to the cabin to rest.

Sirin walked a few steps, her brows furrowed suddenly, her footsteps froze suddenly, and she subconsciously covered her chest.

Amy immediately reacted, "The wound has recurred?"

Sirin bit her lip and made a low voice: "It hasn't exploded yet, but I feel the sting."

"I'll help you go back!"

Amy supported Sirin and walked quickly back to the wooden house. When she stepped over the threshold, Sirin quickly took off her black coat, and stretched out her hand to tear off the white jacket, completely exposing her upper body.

Amy helped Sirin to sit down. She didn't care about admiring Miss Swordsman's beautiful body, and saw a hideous cross-shaped gap on the white jade skin between the mountains and mountains.

Blood flowed out, and Sirin's body seemed to have lost all strength, relying on Amy to prevent her from slipping to the ground.

She lost all color on her face, and said with trembling lips, "Fortunately, I didn't ruin my clothes this time..."

"You're still poor at this time!" Amy glared at her, "You lean back on the chair, and I'll get the medicine right away."

There is a reclining chair in the wooden house, which is usually used for taking a nap, and it is just right for Sirin to lie on it.

Amy took out the gauze and bandage, snapped her fingers to call out a ball of water to wash away the first round of gushing blood, then unscrewed the bottle cap of the Fountain of Recovery with one hand, and took the brush with the other hand.

"Don't use a brush, it's very itchy." Sirin said weakly, "I wanted to say that last time. Applying medicine like that is like brushing sauce on barbecue..."

Amy felt a little distressed, Miss Swordsman was using a joke to distract her attention, in order to endure the almost piercing pain.

She sniffed, "Then I can only use my hands. You won't blame me for taking advantage of you later, will you?"

Sirin's eyes narrowed, her eyelids trembled, and the pain and blood loss brought a heavy sense of fatigue, which made her extremely sleepy in just a few minutes.

She braced herself, and her voice was almost whispering: "You slept so soundly at night, at worst, I'll touch it back..."

"Okay, I will give you compensation tonight and let you touch it back."

Ami rinsed her palms and used the dust removal technique on both hands, poured the potion on her hands, covered the edge of the wound with her palms, and spread it gently and evenly.

Although she has climbed the peak with her own hands, without any clothes to hinder her, at this moment, Amy has no romantic thoughts in her heart, only heartache.

The closer you look at it, the more you can discover the depth of the wound. The people who did it at that time really didn't intend to leave a way for Sirin to survive.

If it wasn't for Sirin's physique that is different from ordinary people's tenacity, she would have died long ago.

"Huh...huh..."

The Fountain of Resuscitation took effect, and dots of green light bloomed. The hideous wound lasted for less than 10 minutes, and it slowly healed under the urging of the potion.

Sirin had already fainted. Amy boiled some hot water, wiped off the blood on Sirin with a wet towel, wrapped a bandage around her body with concern, and then moved the half-naked Sirin into the bedroom.

After all, a recliner is not as comfortable as a real bed, and the injured deserve better care.

After Amy took care of these things, she checked the potion cabinet. There were still six bottles of the Fountain of Resuscitation. Before the six bottles were used up, she had to make some for backup.

The materials on hand are basically complete, and it only needs to wait for the little Cangya beast to grow up a bit before it can take blood to make medicine.

Sitting by the bed, Amy saw Miss Swordsman's pale and weak face, and she made up her mind.

After all, the Fountain of Resuscitation is a temporary solution, not the root cause. If you want to solve the problem, you still have to ask the blessing goblin for help, or find the law-breaking sword.

If it doesn't work, just recruit a few powerful helpers and take a trip to the abyss.

When Sirin recovers from her injuries, she will make a few more magic scrolls and go to the outside world to see them.

Anyway, there are undead among them, she can stuff the two wooden houses outside and move them away, and the study and bedroom can also be emptied, and she can take her home with her wherever she goes.

I don't know if the bushes of thorns can be taken away...

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ps: Although there is only one chapter in the past few days, the number of words is actually close to the weight of two chapters~

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Volume 43: Chapter [-] The Convicted

The sun is past noon, in the depths of the Badwater Swamp.

The purple-haired mature woman held a long stick, and with unparalleled strength, overturned the iron-backed lizard, smashing it heavily into the muddy water.

While the iron-backed lizard was turning over and struggling, she silently chanted a spell, and the tip of the long staff emitted white light, piercing into the iron-backed lizard's fragile abdomen, disturbing its internal organs.

The blood and water smeared, merged into the muddy land, and scattered into a red flower.

"Guilty."

Sharina put away her long staff, crossed her hands in front of her chest, with a calm expression, and whispered the prayers.

Where she stood, there were several corpses of monsters scattered around, including iron-backed lizards, scavengers, swamp snakes, and mud chocobos.

The remaining members of the Gospel Church looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling that the scene in front of them was very strange.

Although they and Sharina are called brothers and sisters, this is the first time they have teamed up.

All four of them are members of the local church in the Golden Rose Territory, and Sharina came from the headquarters. It is called experience, but it is actually closer to decentralization.

Before this operation, the four of them also heard rumors about Sarina, saying that she has a weird and stubborn personality, and her behavior style is different from ordinary people. He placed himself extremely high, not only following the admonitions personally, but also not giving up any opportunity to spread the admonitions of the gospel.

During the previous journey, Sharina's performance was quite normal, but she talked a little too much and liked to preach. After entering Badwater Swamp and encountering battles, things started to go wrong.

This beautiful sister with gentle appearance and gentle speech has an extremely violent fighting style. The long staff is not a medium for casting spells at all, but a heavy weapon!

The demonic beasts that fell in the muddy water were either disemboweled, cut in half by strange force, or smashed into skulls, and the fragments of the corpses splashed all over the ground. The degree of bloody brutality can be called a picture of purgatory.

The key is that after killing the enemy with a heavy hand, Sharina will still confess and atone for her sins with compassion. I don't know what kind of regret she is confessing and whose sin she is atoning for.

It's no wonder that these church members are short-sighted, it's because the visual impact of this scene is too great.

They finally understood why the people at the headquarters didn't want to see Sharina. This kind of weird separation was really unacceptable.

"Sister, do we want to go deeper?" A female church member with long brown hair asked nervously.

After seeing Sharina's battle scene, they didn't really want to form a team with the convict, because they were afraid, afraid that she would kill their own people together.

Sharina pulled out the long staff stuck in the ground, scanned the surroundings, and looked a little worried: "A monster that can stir up beast tides and use black magic, its habitat cannot be so unguarded, we have already reached the depths of the swamp. It's not normal to have yet to meet an opponent worthy of attention."

"Could it have been beheaded by that Miss Helen?" The brown-haired woman said, "Miss Helen is the most talented spellcaster in the Golden Rose Territory in the past hundred years, and her family is rich, with a lot of magic equipment around her, capable of killing It’s not surprising to lose that monster.”

"Maybe." Sharina looked up at the sky. "We're going back the same way. There's no exploration value here. Even if the monster is still alive, it's not here anymore."

As she said this, her light gray eyes briefly turned dark purple, like the color of the hair on top of her head, but quickly changed back.

The members of the church didn't notice this, and they didn't ask Sharina how she knew about it. They were all relieved to hear that they could go back.

The environment of Badwater Swamp is really bad. Just the ubiquitous stench makes people want to vomit. It is difficult to walk on the muddy ground. There is a lot of sludge on the boots. It stinks.

The five returned to Misty Town along the way they came. On the outskirts of Badwater Swamp, Sharina found a clean water source.Everyone washed their coats and boots, and finally let the stench dissipate a lot.

Sharina also carefully washed off the remaining bloodstains on the staff so as not to disturb ordinary people.

After finishing these, when they returned to the town, it was almost dusk.

The hotel where several people stayed provided meals. Sharina sat down by the window on the second floor and ate with her companions.

The four companions were also at the dining table, but they subconsciously distanced themselves from Sharina.

Sharina noticed this kind of detail, but she didn't care. She leaned against the window and looked at the pedestrians on the street lightly, with purple flashes in her eyes from time to time.

Compared with these companions, those pedestrians on the street interested her more.

By the way, the reason why she only called those people sisters and brothers was because she didn't remember their names at all.

This is not arrogance, but Sharina's most sincere fairness to her companions. If you don't remember their names, you won't get close to them, and you won't pay extra attention to them, and it won't affect her judgment.

Her eyes are the legendary eyes of knowing sins, able to see clearly the sins attached to everyone.

When Sharina was a child, her parents were murdered by the gangsters who broke into the house. That night, a strange change appeared in her eyes.

More or less black lines appeared on the dying parents, the murdered thief, the snatched sister, and the members of the Gospel Church who came to rescue them.

Later, the archbishop who rescued her and raised her told her that those black lines are the sins that everyone bears. She awakened a rare talent called "Eye of Sin", which is rare in historical records from ancient times to the present. There are less than twenty people with the eyes of knowing sin.

Pedestrians in the world are all contaminated with sins, the difference is only in the amount of sins.