Chapter 32 Cut it off!
On the rockery platform next to the soup pool, Zheng Fan was lying on it, and Siniang was massaging Zheng Fan.
“Dead zombies are real, and I don’t know how to be gentle when I strike.”
Siniang looked at the bruises on Zheng Fan’s back, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel distressed.
"Okay, okay."
Zheng Fan didn't care, but comforted Siniang and said:
"Other people practice either by beating themselves under a waterfall or by practicing with a big turtle shell on their backs.
I am already considered a master. It’s very comfortable.”< br>
Zheng Fan never thought that one day he would practice martial arts. In fact, in his previous life, he believed in "martial arts" and believed that there were real warriors in this world, but there should be no such thing as those in martial arts novels. So awesome.
As for the masters and grandmasters on the Internet, they are just for fun. Real skills require hard work since childhood, and Zheng Fan knows that he cannot bear that hardship.
But form is stronger than people. He didn't expect that he, a comic otaku, would come to this other world after death. Whether it was out of responsibility for himself or for his subordinates, he had to practice.
“My lord, can we practice in another way?” Siniang suggested.
Training as a warrior is a bit too slow, and it is too easy to become disabled.
"Huh? What do you say?"
"This world is not just about warriors. Your Majesty, you can practice some other things. As long as you can become stronger, isn't that enough? ”
"Practice other things?"
"I heard that if a magician has good talent, he can easily make rapid progress in his practice."
"Uh..."
< br>“Furthermore, those magicians are basically thin-skinned and tender-bodied.”
“Let’s talk about this later. First, we need to temper our muscles and bones, and then learn some basic fighting routines. Bad.”
Zheng Fan still understands that you can't do things halfway, and he doesn't feel like taking shortcuts after just a few days of hardship.
"Then... you can let A Ming bite you, and you will almost get a low-level vampire physique."
"Become a vampire?"
Zheng Fan was really tempted by this suggestion.
The resilience of vampires is beyond that of ordinary people, which directly means that their ability to survive has skyrocketed.
Even though he has continued to practice, Zheng Fan does not think that one day he will really be able to rush in front of these demon kings under him.
He is just a mascot. As long as he stays behind and doesn't die, he is the greatest support to these subordinates.
If conditions permit, you can also get some buffs for yourself, such as group bonuses or group health recovery.
"Well, I will go to A Ming later to mention that although he has not recovered much yet and the number of his first followers should be limited, no matter what, we are our own family after all, and we should not take advantage of outsiders. , it’s better not to let the rich water flow to other people’s fields.
That’s the truth, Lord.”
"Well..."
Zheng Fan could still stay awake at first and chat with Siniang. Gradually, he couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep in a daze.
Seeing this, Siniang picked up a blanket next to her, covered Zheng Fan with it, and then left here quietly.
Going out, closing the door, and just turning around, Siniang’s eyes immediately focused, and beside her, thin threads like spider silk began to tighten.
“Ahem...it’s me.”
That one suddenly appeared in the black shadow and spoke, it was Blind Bei.
Six Niang breathed a long sigh of relief, removed the silk threads around her body, and complained a little:
"It's late at night, you don't know how to light a lantern when you go out for a walk, and just throw a pestle there without warning, What if you really want to scare someone to death?”
"I, lighting a lantern?"
"Yes, if it can't be convenient for yourself, at least it can be convenient for others. It's not like you don't know your own characteristics. You can rely on your mental power to block other people's perceptions. .”
"Okay, I will go out to light a lantern at night."
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes."
"Okay, but don't say it here, the Lord is here Already asleep, don't disturb the Lord."
"Okay, go to the pavilion."
.........
What surprised Siniang was that there were already many people sitting in the pavilion.
Liang Cheng, A Ming, Xue San and Fan Li were all sitting there, and some simple side dishes were prepared on the stone table in the pavilion.
"Hey, is this a meeting?"
Feng Siniang sat down on the empty seat next to Liang Cheng, and then said curiously:
"What kind of fragrance?"
Liang Cheng's expression became tense.
“Oh ho ho…” Si Niang covered her mouth and laughed. She glanced at A Ming sitting opposite her from the corner of her eye and said, “It seems that you two have a good relationship. Just now Neither I nor the Lord have any use for what we got out, but we gave it to you first You've used it."
"Ahem..." Blind Beigan coughed a few times and said, "Let's get down to business."
"That's right, A Ming, change it. You bite my lord tomorrow.”
A Ming shook his head and said: "I know what you want to do, but it is impossible now. The power I have recovered now is too limited. If you turn the Lord into my first support at this time, the Lord can gain some transcendence." The recovery ability of ordinary people, but in about half a year, the Lord will become a beast that only knows how to drink human blood, and will even lose his mind."
Sixiang thought about it and said: "It feels quite good. Not bad, can the lifespan be increased? "
"As long as there is enough fresh human blood, theoretically, it is possible to live for more than a hundred years."
"Hey, it's not impossible to consider. Alas, there is a problem. If the Lord is unconscious, will he still feel if we lick him?"
A Ming thought for a while and said: "If people feed dogs food for a long time, the dogs can still feel it? Wagging his tail at people.”
"Let's get down to business."
Blind Bei couldn't help but interrupt the current conversation,
Nima,
This is disrespectful!
Everyone in the pavilion straightened their backs subconsciously.
Blind Bei nodded with satisfaction, as if he could really see it.
"The theme of tonight's group meeting is..."
Blind Bei poured the wine in the cup in front of him on the table. The wine was mysteriously moved by a force. It was pulled and floated in the air, forming two words:
Cultivation.
"Liang Cheng, let me first tell you about the Lord's cultivation in recent days."
In the past few days, Liang Cheng has been responsible for practicing with Zheng Fan, so he must ask Liang Cheng first.
“My lord, before, I had no fighting experience at all, I don’t know any tricks, I don’t know how to use my body, and my reflexes are not sharp enough.”
Because my lord is not here, no one refutes .
"But..."
Liang Cheng's turn made everyone present couldn't help but prick up their ears.
Obviously, no one really wants their boss to be a waste.
Although, no matter whether the Lord is a waste or not, everyone will respect him, protect him, care for him and lick him as always.
"The Lord is very powerful."
"How big is it?" A Ming asked.
"It has not been a month since the Lord woke up. It stands to reason that a body that has been bedridden for half a year, no matter how well it is taken care of, will have a great decline in all aspects of the body's functions. Unless After at least half a year of recuperation, it will be difficult to recover otherwise
But the Lord's strength is comparable to that of an adult male who often practices martial arts. "
Xue San pursed his lips, and the guy who was killed by his master on the battlefield immediately appeared in his mind.
"Well, the problem probably lies here. . "The blind man pointed at Bei for a moment, and the word "cultivation" floating in the sky flowed into his mouth, and he drank it. Then, he continued:
"I have always had a doubt, that is, our power What is the specific relationship between the recovery and the Lord?
One thing can be confirmed, that is, we need to gain the approval of the Lord, so we must adhere to the principle of unconditionally licking the Lord and cannot waver. ”
Everyone nodded together,
If it wasn’t for power, who would want to be a licking dog?
But if you can gain strength just by licking it, is there anything more cost-effective in the world?
We are all adults, and there is nothing to be pretentious or look away from.
“But the problem is that the strength of all of us has indeed recovered a little, but on this basis, no matter what I have used various methods, I can’t regain the strength that has been restored. The basics have improved at all.”
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
Everyone here nodded together.
Their desire for power is beyond the imagination of normal people.
They don’t care about money or fame, they only care about freedom, and without power, you can’t be free at all.
"Blind man, tell me what you found," Siniang said to the blind man Bei.
"My guess is that the degree of our strength recovery is very likely related to the strength of the Lord."
"What does this mean?" Xue San was a little confused. .
Sixiang frowned slightly, thoughtfully.
Liang Cheng continued calmly, while A Ming raised his lips.
In fact, none of the people here are stupid. They may not have really thought about some of the speculations. Even Xue San who asked the question, God knows if he just habitually set up a stage for blind Bei?
“When the master is unconscious... Well, to use a term similar to online games, the master is offline. As the master’s subordinates, we are actually equivalent to the master’s mounts...”
“Ahem…………”
Sixiang coughed.
“Okay, equivalent to a baby.
Perhaps because of the offline status of the master, our own level is also gray. Although we can act, our attribute panel is gray.
When the master wakes up, the master's level may be level 1.
Then, our level will become less than or equal to level 1.
This foundation is to first obtain the approval of the master, which is a bit like chatting with the old man standing at the entrance of the novice village. ”
Everyone was thinking about what Blind Bei said, but A Ming was the first to speak:
"In other words, because the Lord is still at level 1, no, in other words, as long as the Lord's own strength level does not improve, we will always be suppressed by the Lord?"
"That's what I mean." Blind Bei nodded.
At this moment,
Fan Li, an honest man who usually rarely talks during dinners and meetings and only eats and drinks, his words made the atmosphere in the pavilion... It instantly dropped to freezing point.
Fan Li smiled honestly at first,
Somewhat shyly, he reached out and scratched his hair,
and said:
"So, if the master is chopped off, will the restrictions be lifted?"
The whole place,
dead silence...
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