Let the Villain Go

Ye Peitian returned to the room, took out a small water mist gun, and placed it in front of Chu Qianxun. This magic weapon is portable and flexible with one-handed operation. After pulling the trigger, it will spray a wide range of atomized water vapor toward the front. For a wind saint like Chu Qianxun, who can control the direction and range of the water mist, it is a good thing. A very convenient self-defense weapon.

Of course, the power against the enemy depends entirely on what liquid is loaded in the water bag.

Ye Peitian opened the zipper of the backpack with one hand and took out several sealed reagent bottles from it.

"Tears of the executioner, rank ten. I left the devil body for both of them, leaving behind the devil seed and a little of this."

Chu Qianxun was taken aback. The tears of the executioner of Tier 10 combined with the small water spray gun were not effective for monsters. However, in the battle between humans, it can almost have a terrifying effect on the enemy if used properly, but at this moment Chu Qianxun's focus was not here, she noticed Ye Peitian's left hand that had not moved since entering the house.

"Are you injured?"

"Ah, it doesn't matter, it's contaminated with the body fluids of the executioner." Ye Peitian lowered his head and glanced at himself covered with blood and dust. He stiffened his left hand hanging beside him, and turned to the other side. Can move."

Chu Qianxun pressed him on the chair and took off his shirt.

Ye Peitian was naked, leaning forward slightly, his scarred back was exposed to Chu Qianxun's sight.

The **** wound on the back is slowly shrinking and healing on its own.

Chu Qianxun fetched water, took the medicine, and sat behind him to debride and bandage him.

When I first met Ye Peitian, his back looked particularly thin, and the bulging shapes of bones could be clearly seen under his skin.

After living together for these days, this back is no longer as skinny and lonely as before. Under the fair skin are beautifully shaped shoulder blades, with tight muscles, smooth lines, and a vigorous beauty.

Chu Qianxun felt a little relieved, and carefully cleaned up the blood stains and applied some medicine. She knew that Ye Peitian's rapid recovery ability would also bring great pain to his body.

Some wounds are deep. After debridement, the surrounding skin can be seen a little bit of ingrown and contraction, which makes people feel very painful.

But Ye Peitian didn't feel the pain, his heart was full at the moment, "Chihiro, I... made two friends."

He shared his joy in Chu Qianxun.

After being with Chihiro, it seems that every day is happiness, breathing air is happiness, eating food is happiness, living in a crowd is happiness, and making friends is also so happy.

"Do you treat them as friends?" Chu Qianxun felt sorry for him. "That fellow Xin Ziming fooled you out and made you come back with such scars. One day in the future, I will ask him to calculate the general ledger."

Ye Peitian's elbows propped on his knees, his head lowered, and the eyes under his forehead were bent.

Chu Qianxun took care of his wound, put the person on the bed, changed a bucket of hot water, and moved the muddy legs out of the bed.

"No need, Chihiro, myself..."

Ye Peitian wanted to get up, and was pressed back by an indispensable hand, "Just lie down."

So the muddy and **** boots were taken off, his trousers were rolled up, and his legs were suddenly soaked in the warm bucket.

Ye Peitian's legs are slender and straight. After washing in the water, you can find that the shape of the ankle is very beautiful. Chu Qianxun held the ankle in his hand and played, and the toes curled up a little.

Chu Qianxun looked up in the mist and saw the man lying on his back covering his face with his only movable arm, revealing a little bit of red ear tips.

The warm bucket was constantly steaming with mist, and it was so hot that the heart of the person sitting next to it was hot.

So washing the feet has become a mess, and washing is not easy to wash, only toss the white feet repeatedly in the steaming bucket, the fingertips are squeezed around, and the fingertips are not pressed. , To draw out the numb touch from the sensitive feet to the bottom of my heart.

It wasn't until Ye Peitian couldn't help but began to beg for mercy, Chu Qianxun grinned and stopped to dry his feet, got up and pulled away his arms covering his face.

Seeing that the corner of the eye was red. The man with the spring eyebrows, she still has to cover the bedding seriously,

"All right, you have worked hard all the way, take a good rest. I won't disturb you."

The man stretched out his hand from the bedding with red eyes, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in.

...

As night falls, the lights come on,

Gao Yan, who had just walked down the stairs, was caught by the crazy woman who rushed out.

"Ayan, look at me, look at me." The crazy woman turned her arms around in front of Gao Yan.

The crazy woman now has her hair combed, her face washed, changed into a set of half-old clothes, and discarded the invisible sloppyness, and she has returned to the appearance of a normal girl.

"Oh, Xiao Feng has changed a lot now." Gao Yan took her hand and looked up and down.

"Who told you to watch this?" The mad woman opened her hand excitedly, and burst out a big bright flame from her palm. Because she was not very skilled, she was afraid of burning herself, and panicked by herself. Up,

"You see I have advanced too, Tier 3. Ayan, I will go hunting with you in a few days, OK?"

In order to get Gao Yan to agree, the mad woman temporarily suppressed her loud voice, making Gao Yan laugh with her gentle manner.

Ever since Chu Qianxun advanced to the sixth level, both wealth and love have been harvested. Gao Yan then broke through Tier 4 and became a Tier 5 powerhouse. The atmosphere in the entire tube building seems to have slowly changed. The girls have discovered that there seems to be one more road to live a good life. This road seems difficult, but there are already nearby neighbors exploring the way ahead, and some people can’t help but slowly follow Up here.

Human beings are social animals. Although every individual has the ability to think independently, the surrounding environment still has a very obvious influence on the choices that individuals will make.

Although most people still choose to stay in the base for a more comfortable life, when the girls in the building gather together to wash and cook, the topics they talk about are no longer limited to those where there are good men and who Of men earn more money and so on.

At the beginning, more girls were keen to discuss how to improve their ranks, where they went to participate in a demon hunt, and exchange their magic seeds for what they liked.

The door of a room on the first floor slammed open, and the man inside came nasty curses.

Jiang Xiaojuan walked out of the house step by step, barefoot.

She was trembling, her face was full of tears with fright, but her tone was rarely determined.

"No matter what you say, we are over. You go... go, leave my house."

Lao Zheng angrily rushed out of the room wearing big pants, grabbed Xiao Juan’s hair, and slapped her big ears on her face.

"Give you back, but it's just a female cousin who depends on Lao Tzu. Go into the house with Lao Tzu."

Jiang Xiaojuan was slapped and sat down on the ground. She covered her face and just cried. No matter how the man hits, she just stayed on the ground and refused to enter the house.

"Old man Zheng, stop it!" Gao Yan couldn't stand it anymore. "Our Red Wolf rules, as long as she doesn't want to, you can't force it, don't you forget it!"

"My pooh, your rules. Anyone who dares to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs." Lao Zheng jumped and slobbered. There were more and more heads sticking out upstairs and downstairs to watch the excitement. Under the crowd, he remembered the strict rules of the group. After all, he still felt that he still needed to converge, so he took Jiang Xiaojuan’s arm and wanted to drag it into the house.

Jiang Xiaojuan pulled his hand to the ground, "I won't go in, you go, you leave here."

A deserted voice sounded from upstairs.

"Let her go."

Chu Qianxun sat on the railing on the fourth floor, dangling a frozen persimmon in his hand.

"Let her go, you go."

If Gao Yan was just a saint who had just advanced to the fifth rank, Old Zheng could not care. But Chu Qianxun's rank is the same as him, and when fighting, he showed a fierceness far better than his old and corrupt body. Lao Zheng even developed a sense of fear that he did not dare to provoke easily.

He could only speak to Jiang Xiaojuan gloomily,

"You have to think clearly, without me, can you live such a life full of food and clothing with your own useless low-level water system ability?" He pointed his finger at the upstairs and poked his head out. The girl in, gritted her teeth in a low voice, "Look at those women, no man is raising them, they can only eat from the claws of monsters in the mud every day, and they don’t even care about their stomachs, and they are all dressed in tatters. Good thing. A lot of women outside begged to follow me. If you want to look back in the future, you won’t even have a chance to regret it.

‘Hey, old man, what are you talking about. This girl supports herself, although she is a bit worse than you now, she will be better than you sooner or later. Just wait and see. "A hot girl upstairs listened to this and stopped doing it on the spot.

"That is, I would rather eat a little bit and wear less, and don't be like a perverted old man like you."

"Half of his body is about to rot in the ground, do you think anyone else cares about you!"

The girls were chattering.

Lao Zheng's face trembled with blue veins, he glanced at Chu Qianxun, who was sitting on the fourth floor and looking down coldly. After all, he suppressed his anger and stretched out his hand to persuade Jiang Xiaojuan in a low voice: "Okay, stop making trouble, go back to the house with me, I promise to do it again. I won't hit you anymore."

Jiang Xiaojuan opened his hand and stepped back, "We are over."

Old Zheng stomped his feet and walked out of the yard, leaving a harsh sentence: "Don't regret it!"

This is a stubborn man, cruel and vicious in front of his weaker attachments. But even in front of someone slightly stronger than himself, he immediately curbed his arrogance and didn't want to offend easily.

Without the old Zheng's beating and cursing Tongzilou, the days seem to be no different from the past.

The winter of this year was still cold, and a thick layer of snow soon fell, covering the town named after spring with the color of white snow.

In the reception room of the city lord Jiang Xiaojie, a group of warriors in uniform robes appeared. The leading woman lifted off the cloak on her head, revealing a bright and moving face, with white gloves, arms stretched out from the cloak, and the back of her hand was tattooed. Embroidered with a pair of golden angel wings.