Chapter 139: Follower meaning

Because the wound is located close to the collarbone, you want the baggage to pass the bandage through the left arm, traverse her neck along the xiong mouth, and then pass through the back, which means to tear away clothes……
Do you want to dress up with clothes?
Although the effect is worse, but the recovery ability is not weak, waiting for a few hours is almost good. Zhou Jian thought this way, carefully spraying the ointment on the wound, and then he took the bandage and was ready to wrap.
At this time, from a faint saying: "I am the follower of the master, so ... it does not matter."
Zhou Jian’s hand was stiff. He didn’t react to the meaning of this sentence for a moment. Then he saw that he had untied the xiong arm from one hand, and tore the clothes and the coat on the left shoulder. The layer of clothes was torn apart by her.
A white-stained white scorpion blooms, just like the snow is filled with a little red plum, full of jade female peaks, and there is not much su soft feeling, replaced by a strong ting and bombing xing, although covered by clothes The bud of the red peak at the top of the peak, but the inadvertent effect caused by this inadvertently is even more bloody.
When the spring exhibition of this moment came out, the face was not red, and Zhou Jian’s face was red.
He felt a moment of dry mouth and dizziness, this is the first time he saw the xiong of the girl in front of the girl, and it is such a perfect girl.
Zhou Jian looked a little sluggish. After a while, he found out that he was looking at himself from the incomprehensible moment. He suddenly recovered his gaze. "That.........you get along with the tribes.........
It’s really.........Harmony. "Zhou Jian came out with such a sentence for a long time, but he regretted it when he exported it. Is this what people say?"
Looking at Zhou Jian from the still incomprehensible, after a few breaths, she gently pulled the clothes.
For a time, the atmosphere was very embarrassing. Zhou Jian wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but he didn't know how to organize the language. "That... I just meant to say......... Hey... you know that I am from a different world, to you. The tribe's customs don't quite understand..."
He suddenly found that his tongue suddenly became very clumsy. He didn't know the customs of the Shadow Tribe. He didn't know what to say. He knew that when Korea was in ancient times, the woman used luxiong as beauty until the day after the Sino-Japanese War. 〗 〖Invasion of the 〗 〖Day of the invasion of this unique aesthetics with a bayonet may be the tribe of the people.
He shook his head and said: "From the date of signing the contract, I am a follower..." "Hey...,
……,I know. "The followers mean... to follow the master for a lifetime, until the battle is dead. "When I said this, the blue-and-white 瞳è's Huanren has been looking at Zhou Jian, as if to say something that doesn't matter.
Zhou Jian was a little bit stunned, and he remembered what he said just now, "I am the follower of the master, so... it doesn't matter." So what is the so-called contract in the contract to follow the owner's obedience to the master, does it mean that the follower not only wants Fight for the owner, and her whole body and body are also attributed to the owner?
Realizing this, and looking at the face that was outlined by the darkness of the beautiful outline, Zhou Jian’s heart was inexplicably filled with the fate of a tribe that could not be clearly explained, the fate of the followers... no choice Only obedience and fate?
It is true that it is beautiful, but in Zhou Jian’s view, the beauty of this ice and jade is combined with her sorrowful life.
"I have wronged you, in fact, you don't have to follow me all the time. I won't limit you to self-deprecation..." Zhou Jian explained carefully.
Listening to Zhou Jian’s eyes, he trembled a little, then she whispered and then bowed her head, staring at the hard rock under her feet... there, one after another cold water 啪嗒The cockroach dripped down and fell to the feet of the feet, splashing, like the ice huā that bloomed in the darkness.
I don’t understand the things of men and women. In fact, from the moment of her birth, she began to accept the tribal minds of the shadows taught by her great-grandmother. After she got the bow, she began to receive various trainings, and then... It is endless killing.
The Colosseum, the Green Wolf Wilderness, the underground nest xué, the tomb of the zombie... wounded again and again, struggling again and again on the edge of life and death.
In this world, there is no pity for the followers who signed the contract with the owner to kill the monsters, but they are still practicing endlessly, practicing each of their skills, pursuing the perfection of each arrow, everything she has. Efforts, all the scars on the body are for the moment when the contract is signed. She hopes that the fire that she ignites will burn forever and bring hope to the tribe.
Simple and pure desire, simple and persistent away from ......... This way, she never knows what the relationship is. She has no thoughts and no time to go to marry and love as a young girl.
Only one day, my great-grandmother told her that at the moment the contract was signed, if the person who was called the
master
was a man, then he would be the attachment of his own feelings.
From today, there is a faint sigh, then, the great-grandmother told the men and women all about it. For those who are away, they only know a vague concept, and then understand that if they are with the owner, these are all things that can be done. .
Since it is okay, what is the need to be ashamed? In fact, I don’t know what is shame at all, just knowing that something can’t be done in front of others. Some things can be in front of the master, nothing more.
But she didn't understand why the owner had such eyes and words like that, so she didn't understand, hey, mihuo.
"In fact, you don't have to follow me all the time. I won't limit you to self-righteous..."
This sentence echoes in the ear. Does this mean that he does not like himself at all, and does not want to see himself?
Somehow, I remembered the killing and fighting in the past, the figure that stood firmly in front of myself with the weapon. At that moment, she didn’t know what it was like, she would give up her life and stay behind to delay those monsters. It is entirely because of the contract and its mission.
And when he stopped, what did he stay with for himself?
At the moment when the man stood in front of him and held the shadow to assassinate and protect her, he felt that he was touched by the heart, as if he had been as quiet as the heart of Gujing. She couldn't describe this feeling, but there is no doubt that this feeling made her feel moved and delighted.
She grew up with wild animals and grew up. She accepted ruthless practice from an early age. She had no childhood and did not feel the feeling of being cared. Her teacher kept telling her that everything depends on herself and relies on the help and care of others. It will make you weak, and for Shadow Yu, weakness means death.
So the first time I felt the taste of being protected, the heart was touched.
It seems that this kind of faint joy and touch, continued to the moment he healed himself, his words and eyes evolved into an invisible sting, which made her feel lost.
The feeling of incomparable mi茫 hit her heart. She didn’t know if she would say,
Where are you going?
The contract says that you can't violate the owner's orders, but the same, you can't deviate from the owner. So what if the owner orders himself to turn away?
In the darkness, sitting quietly, the arm of the fat like jade surrounds the knees, and the faint sorrow of the sorrow adds a bit of pity to her.
"I said..., bandaging?" Zhou Jian still holding a bandage, because time has dragged on for a long time, his hands are stiff.
Nodded, this time she did not open her clothes.
Zhou Jianxi was behind him, cleaning up the fleshy wounds little by little, and then he pulled the bandages around and circled them.
Zhou Jian's technique is not very good. After all, in "God Magic 1", the quality of the dressing does not affect the amount of blood return. This is the rule of the world, so he does not need to practice.
Stupidly wrapped around the bandage, Zhou Jian tied a knot, "Okay.
Zhou Jian took a clap.
"Hmm..." said again.
Zhou Jian looked at the messy bandage from his body, and the clothes that had been torn by her. He scratched his head and hesitated. He stood up and took off his tattered coat.
"Or, do you wear it first?" Putting the coat in front of him, Zhou Jian was a little embarrassed. The sale of this dress is no better than the coat worn by the tramp in all seasons.
"Hmm..." Nodded.
"Right, I asked you before, can you bring the equipment of the Shadow Tribe?"
"Yes." From the beginning, he handed out his long bow.
Zhou Jian took this look, really surprised, this is actually a bright gold sè equipment, which is the second artifact.
The shadow bows away.
Hands hurt 80-100.
Increase 80 agility.
Accurate +10.
Passive Skill Sunder Armor: In the attack of the enemy unit 10 armor, can not be superimposed.
Special effects anger: In continuous and rapid shooting, you can superimpose the attack power in the attack, the upper limit is 100 points.
Zhou Jian saw that the bow was indeed stunned. The best bow in "God of Magic 1" is probably the level of this bow.
"What a good bow, what about other equipment?" Zhou Jian asked.
Nodded and nodded, "Show other equipment to Zhou Jian."
This look, Zhou Jian dumbfounded, other equipment away, it is really bad,
They are all the lowest-level equipment, and some are even named as "rough", "uncut" and "1 inferior".
How could it be so bad?
In Zhou Jian’s impression, if you can take such a bow, you must have at least one orange suit. @.