Chapter 2394: Wild hunting in the deep sea (9)

Chapter 2394 Hunting in the Deep Sea Nine
A certain day of the month.
"It hurts!" The canine boy cried and said, "Dad is more careful than Wang!"
"Sorry, sorry." Biddiville carefully applied the healing medicine to the wound on his son's arm and smiled. "But you have finally learned the lesson this time? Who will let you go without the permission of the grown-up?" Touching the dadby's lightsaber? It's just being touched by the edge of the lightsaber. Cutting a small wound is a blessing in misfortune. What if you waved a light sword to cut your arm?"
"Sorry... Husky knows the wrong Wang..." The canine boy squinted and replied: "But Dad is better than this when fighting this with Warcraft. Husky also I want to be so handsome."
"The lightsaber is a dangerous weapon. Now you are too small to touch it." Biddeville said: "When you are older, Dad will teach you more about swords. You can swing your wooden sword to prevent yourself." When you are injured, you will naturally pick up the lightsaber."
"Um..." Husky whispered.
Betwell’s saying of course is only for the sake of his son. In fact, whether it is the village of the Eskimo people he used to live in, or the folks of Great Britain, many warriors or knights’ families will begin to train them when their children are a few years old. Bediville is like Husky. When I was young, I picked up the real sword and his father. After all, in such a non-flat age, even children must have a certain degree of self-protection ability, and they can take up arms and fight as soon as possible.
"This... will leave a scar? Wang?" Husky worried about the whole side of the arm, which was burned and shaved by the lightsaber.
"Probably not."
"Eh!?"
"If you just rehabilitate the wound to repair it, you will not leave a scar. Unfortunately, your mommy just went out to do things, no one will help you with healing, hehe." Biddyville grinned like a grin: Before she came back, the dermis near the wound would be necrotic. It is estimated that the wound of a lifetime will fall."
"How can I be so Wang!"
"So, you should be alive, when Dad is not playing with the dangerous things like the lightsaber, it’s good to leave a little lesson for you." Bettiville continued to laugh. Dao: "But Dad has forgotten to hide the lightsaber where you can't find it. Dad is wrong."
The canine boy licked his mouth and looked awkward.
"Don't care," Biddyville stroked his son's dog's head. "Fortunately, you are an orc. After the wound has recovered, put the hair next to it and cover it. This little wound can't be seen." Who said that sentence? [The scar on the man is a heroic proof, you can wear it as a medal.]"
"That's just the scar left by the battle, but Husky is the one who hurts himself!" The dogman was crying and sulking and retorted: "Is this not a proof of shame?"
"Really, but there is nothing wrong with it." Biddiville couldn't help but smile: "This is equivalent to leaving you with a forever warning, so that you never forget, you can't touch things that you can't control."
"噫------" The canine boy pouted.
"Okay, the dressing is over." During the conversation, Bedieville had bandaged his son's arm and used a bandage to make a big bow.
"Why is it a bow, like a little girl..."
"Is it not good? It is very cute."
The canine boy screamed his mouth even more: "Dad is more bully than Wang!"
"Ha ha ha ha ha!!" The werewolf youth laughed.
(Husky...)
(It seems to see you again...)
(Even if this body is going to be destroyed, even if life is about to end... I also...)
(Right. I finally understood.)
(If at that time, an impulse to drink the red potion...)
(Probably will survive, but as a price, it will disappear forever ------)
(It must be the most treasured thing in this life.)
(All the memories with the child.)
"Well...?" Bedieville blinked and recovered consciousness.
It hurts. The whole body hurts. He then understood the damage caused by the fall of the Twilight, and it was probably the internal injury received under the violent impact, how serious it was.
Among them, he seemed to see who was bandaging the wound, and the man treated him with his spells. A white light slowly came out from the man’s palm, bringing a breath to Bradyville’s chest and abdomen. The looming warmth of the stock.
is it. His consciousness gradually came to a close. It was the young man who looked a bit like Solar and came to save him and took him away from Moby Dick's pursuit. They may have escaped to a safe place now, and the young man is bandaging his wounds and treating internal injuries.
"Are you awake?" asked the other person when he saw the eye of the werewolf youth moving.
"What about my crew?"
"No problem, my companion saved them. Moby Dick was also away from the crash site of the sand boat." The other party replied indifferently.
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"Yes...thank you." Bedyville breathed a sigh of relief while looking around.
He knows where it is. This is the old ruins of the ancient gods and peoples who were chased by the boat of the golden ship in the desert. [The seventy-third supply station].
I was taken to this place. Unexpectedly, it is reasonable. Even in this area, even Moby Dick can't intervene. But why did the young man know this place? Isn't this the area that Bediville had stumbled upon?
Bedyville remembers the "mysterious gang" that Arthur had mentioned before, a super-advanced technology that no country in the world has yet to possess, and knows a lot of insiders and even groups that can act in secret. This young man must be a member of this group, otherwise they will never be able to come to save people in time when Bediville and his crew are in danger.
Despite being a mysterious group wrapped in countless mysteries, the young man’s clothes are extremely ordinary, and they are casual clothes worn by Egyptian civilians. The man exudes a mysterious atmosphere all over the body, a wonderful atmosphere of "deliberately pretending to be ordinary" in order to cover up his extraordinary. That person doesn't even have any body odor. Although this may have something to do with Biddyville's current poor physical condition, his nose is not as sensitive as before, but the other person does not even emit a little smell. There is no [person] taste, not even a biological taste.
That weird feeling is like deliberately drinking the [net medicinal agent] like the aristocratic secret, deliberately hiding your body odor.
That guy... is it warning Bradyville? Because I know that Bettiville’s nose is very sensitive, so I deliberately hide my body odor?
Maybe it's because...the guy's original taste, Badiville recognized?
The more I thought, the more weird, the young werewolf lying there, but quietly looked at each other.
"You are also hurt," he saw the blood and wounds of the young man. He asked, "Don't you deal with it?"
"I'm fine," the other party did not agree. "Just with my companions, I had a dispute. I had a fight and suffered a skin injury. This is nothing."
"Really...?" Biddyville asked: "But why do you have a dispute? Are you not a companion? Does your companion really save my crew?"
"Yes, rest assured." The other party has repeatedly said.
"Even if you say this... I don't feel any convincing." The Werewolf youth tried to force himself in the abdomen to get himself up.
"Hey, what are you doing!" The other party was anxious: "You hurt so much, how can you get up!"
"...Wang?"
"No, I mean, [Wow!]" The other party changed his mouth.
Bedyville was silent.
"I really can't believe you." He added: "Thank you for your kindness and thank you for healing me. But I have to go back and save my crew."
Seeing that the werewolf youth was so stubborn, the other party was anxious: "But they have been picked up by my companion, and now they are in the medical cabin and are on the way to Cairo!"
Bediville then issued a series of questions: "Your companions are really worthy of trust? Didn't they just kill you with you? The wound in your arm is quite deep, the other side is moving, and I really want to kill you." Attacking? So your companion is really worthy of trust?"
The young man turned his face and whispered a little embarrassedly: "Yes... he wants to kill me. But we are still companions, and he said that things that would be done would never Words."
He turned around and looked at Bediville seriously: "So please, believe me, okay? You need to be rested, and then you will die."
"Then please tell me at least, why do you disagree?" Biddiwei asked sharply: "Is it because of me?"
As if to say it, there was a dignified look on the other's face.
"Because you want to save me, and your companions are not allowed, so you only fight?" Bettiville continued to ask.
The young man was quite shocked by Bradyville's keenness, and because he knew that he couldn't hide the shock on his face, he couldn't help himself, and he nodded reluctantly.
"You are here to save people, but they don't want to save me, don't even want you to save me, so you only fight." Bettiville continued to analyze: "The result, you kneel down your companion, come alone. Save me. Is that true?"
The mysterious young man nodded again.
"So why, they are not willing to save me, but you saved me?"
"Because... you should have died in that battle, it is your destiny..." The young man whispered, "I acted without permission, probably causing the world again." What is bad?"
"I should die there? Destiny?" Bedieville was amused: "Your statement is like you know everything about the future, knowing what will happen."
The other party is in a silence.
"How come...!" The Werewolf youth knows that one of his jokes has come true, and can't help but take a deep breath!
Whose prophecy? Is it a kind of supernatural power that is not a prophet? ! Still, this mysterious group is originally ------------------! !
Betwell, who was thinking about it, looked at the young man with a horrified look, while the other side was escaping from Bedieville's review and turned his face away.
"What a magical group of guys you guys..." Bettiville couldn't help but sigh: "It's a time traveler, right?"
Although the other party did not answer, Bedieville guessed from the flashing eyes of the other party.
"It's unbelievable! You are from the future?!"