League of Legends Millennium Warlord

Hiltalia opened her eyes blankly, staring blankly at the plastered ceiling.

Pain everywhere, injured internal organs, missing teeth, cracked cheeks, broken left hand...

Even after receiving preliminary magic treatment and restoration of bandage and plaster, this is a serious injury that cannot be recovered, and two months of cultivation means stagnation.

The world laughed unabashedly, sending the humiliation of failure to the incompetent.

When a weak enemy becomes a defeat, it is not brave and fearless, but overestimated.

The girl's eyelids are heavy, and the warning body demands that the eyelids be closed, but the girl's will does not allow it.

She was recalling the minutes and seconds of the battle, looking for the place where she failed, thinking about it, but she couldn't find where her mistake was, so she felt even more unwilling.

Are you really wrong?

Should I refuse when the correctional officer asked, and be a coward who surrendered without a fight?

"Patter."

There was the sound of the door shaft turning.

Although she couldn't turn her head, the girl knew that someone had come in.

She tried her best to turn her bloodshot eyeballs, trying to understand who came to her ward, but the girl found that she couldn't even do such a small thing, so she couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

The girl finally understood that it wasn't that she wanted to see the damn gray ceiling, but that she could only look there.

"It hurts."

The right hand that was deliberately protected was not imprisoned by annoying cloth strips or stones, which made the girl feel the warmth and touch that she had never had before, which made the girl feel that her choice was very wise.

The person who came held her hand. The girl felt the delicateness and recognized the owner of the voice, so she couldn't help but relax.

A man's hand is much more delicate than his own. It would be great if the owner of this hand is his father...

"Uh...uh..."

The girl tried to make a sound, but the bandaged mouth blocked all possibilities.

"I have seen your efforts, and I know who you are, Hiltalia, I have been watching you."

The gray cement ceiling was still in front of her eyes, but the girl felt that the ceiling was much more pleasing to the eye.

"No..."

"Son, don't doubt yourself. You have done your best. In my opinion, you are no worse than Goliath. He relies on talent, but you rely on your own will. In my opinion, will is more important than talent." valuable."

Just a simple word of approval, the girl's eyes became moist, and the tears could not be stopped.

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

The scene in the blurred vision finally changed, and a delicate dark red mask appeared in front of the hazy eyes, blocking the unchanging gray.

In the girl's eyes, the serious and indifferent mask is extremely gentle and reliable. The girl only feels that she has more hope in her heart and a goal to fight for. Even the mother who lives in the memory of struggle has disappeared at this moment Not a lot.

The image of the mask owner is deeply engraved in his mind.

Having the approval of a man is more important than anything else.

Compared with these, what is the pain on the body?

After releasing the girl's right hand, the man stroked the girl's forehead and said softly.

"I have seen your bravery, so I will treat you personally, Hiltalia, you must continue to grow, prove it to me with your actions, and tell me with your hard work that you are the strongest."

The mask is gone, there is no place for bandages, and the clothes are carefully lifted.

Sensing two pairs of big hands gently protruding into her chest and lower abdomen, the warmth and strange touch from it made the girl blush.

During the days of training in the Red Amber Orphanage, apart from toilets and rooms, there was almost no concept of men and women. If you really raised your fist, you would only beat you to death. Who cares if you are a man or a woman?

But at this moment, the girl discovered that her undeveloped body seemed to be much more sensitive than she imagined.

"Before defeating the enemy, you must first learn how to protect yourself. On a cruel battlefield, being alive is a kind of victory."

Combined with the power of the runes passed by Elena, Lester quickly cleared the girl's blood vessels and meridians blocked by the blood with the water-based rune healing spell, and then let the extremely active breath of life be completely absorbed by the girl's body. Blood vessels begin to heal, broken bones re-grow, healing power flows throughout the body,

Two or three times, he tore off the bandages that made him a desert mummy, knocked hard on the ground, and broke the plaster fixed on his left wrist. Hiltalia sat up from the bed, looked down at the patient after taking off the simple cotton clothes, naked self.

Putting on the padded clothes again, Hiltalia clenched her fists, and walked out of the room with a blushing face.

...

After Hiltalia, the man healed the rest of the evil sons who were outstanding in the battle, and deliberately rewarded the strongest little giant Goliath in the Red Amber Orphanage verbally, making the tiger-headed and tiger-brained Goliath Ya was happy for a while,

After communicating with Basar again, Basar began to prepare appropriate physiological knowledge classes for children who were about to develop secondary sexual characteristics, and Lester took Jiss away from the Red Amber Orphanage.

"The 'son of evil' in the orphanage really should learn the difference between men and women, it's just...

Lord Leicester, I still don't quite understand. Do you mean that Basar blocked Hiltalia's way of life? I have also observed that if Basar hadn't asked Goliath to come forward to challenge, Hiltalia would have easily defeated the other children, and she would never have failed and suffered such a serious injury. "

"Kiss, you still don't understand."

For simple barbarian women, Leicester is still very patient.

"If your position is high enough, if you want to gain a person's loyalty, there is a very simple way to block all the way of life for that person, and at the right time, appear in front of that person in person, with a kind face Stretch out your hand...it was never Basar who blocked all the roads of Hiltalia, but me."