Devil’s Advent

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.

Si Niang looked at the bruises on Zheng Fan's back, and it was a lie to say that she didn't feel distressed.

Ah, ah, ah.

Zheng Fan didn't care, instead he comforted Si Niang and said:

Others practice by going to the waterfall to beat or practicing with a big turtle shell on their backs.

I'm pretty comfortable with this.

Zheng Fan never thought that he would practice martial arts one day. In fact, in his previous life, he believed in martial arts and believed that there are real martial artists in this world, but they should not be as brilliant as in martial arts novels.

As for the masters and masters on the Internet, it's just for fun to watch. Real kung fu requires hard work since childhood, and Zheng Fan knows that he can't bear that hardship.

But form is better than people. He himself did not expect that he, a manga nerd, would come to this different world after death. Whether it was out of responsibility for himself or his subordinates, he had to practice it.

Master, can we practice in another way? Siniang suggested.

Cultivating a martial artist is a bit too slow, and it's too easy to cripple yourself.

Huh? How to say?

In this world, there are not only warriors, the Lord can cultivate some other things, as long as they can become stronger, isn't that enough?

Practice other things?

I heard that the cultivation of a magician, if the talent is good, can easily make rapid progress.

Forehead…………

Besides, those magicians are basically thin-skinned and tender-fleshed.

This, let's talk about it later, first temper your muscles and bones, and then learn some basic fighting routines, it will not hurt anyway.

Zheng Fan still understands the principle that you can't give up halfway, and it won't be like taking a shortcut after suffering for a few days.

Then...you can let A Ming bite you, and you will almost be able to obtain the low-level blood physique.

Become a vampire?

Zheng Fan was really tempted by this suggestion.

The resilience of vampires surpassed that of ordinary people, which directly means that their survivability has risen in a straight line.

Even though he has been practicing persistently, Zheng Fan doesn't think that one day he will be able to fight in front of these demon kings under him.

He is just a mascot, as long as he sits in the back and does not hang up, he is the greatest support for these subordinates.

If conditions permit, I can also get some buffs for myself, such as adding blue to the group or returning blood to the group.

Well, I will go to A Ming later to mention it. Although he has not recovered much, the number of first hugs should be limited, but no matter what, we are our own family after all. It is better not to lose money than to take advantage of outsiders. outsider fields.

You say this is the truth, my lord.

Um……

Zheng Fan was able to stay awake and chat with Siniang at first, but gradually, he couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep in a daze.

Seeing this, Si Niang picked up a blanket next to her, covered Zheng Fan on it, and left here lightly.

Walking out, closing the door, just turned around, Si Niang's gaze was fixed immediately, and around her, thin threads like spider's silk began to tighten.

Ahem...it's me.

That road suddenly appeared in the shadow and spoke, it was Blind Bei.

Si Niang let out a long sigh of relief, removed the silk threads around her body, and complained a little:

It's late at night, and you don't know how to light a lantern when you go out for a stroll, and you suddenly throw a pestle there, what if you really want to scare someone to death?

Me, light a lantern?

That's right, if you can't make it easier for yourself, at least you can make it easier for others. It's not that you don't know your own characteristics, and you can use your mental power to block other people's perceptions.

Okay, I'll go out to play lanterns at night from now on.

Is there something wrong?

Something happened.

Okay, but don't say it here, the Lord has already slept here, don't disturb the Lord.

Okay, go to the gazebo.

…………

To Siniang's surprise, 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 gazebo.

Yo, is this a meeting?

Feng Siniang sat down on the empty seat beside Liang Cheng, and then said curiously:

What scent?

Liang Cheng's face tensed up a little.

Oh ho ho... Si Niang covered her mouth and laughed, she glanced at A Ming who was sitting opposite her out of the corner of her eye, and said, It seems that you two have a very good relationship, we just made it out, me and It’s useless for the master, but it’s used for you first.”

Ahem... Blind Bei Bei coughed a few times and said, Let's get down to business.

Business? By the way, Ah Ming, you can bite the master tomorrow.

A Ming shook his head and said: I know what you want to do, but it's impossible now, my recovery power is too limited now, if I turn the Lord into my first embrace right now, the Lord can gain some transcendence The recovery ability of ordinary people, but after about half a year, the Lord will be reduced to a beast that only knows how to drink human blood, and even lose his sanity.

Siniang made some calculations and said, It feels pretty good too, can life span 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 think about it. Alas, there is just one problem. If the master loses his mind and we go to lick him, will he still feel it?

A Ming thought for a while, and said: People feed dogs food, and after a long time, dogs can still wag their tails at people.

Let's talk business.

Blind Bei couldn't help interrupting the current conversation,

Nima,

This is disrespectful!

Everyone in the gazebo subconsciously straightened their backs.

Blind Bei nodded in satisfaction, as if he could really see it.

The topic of tonight's group meeting is...

Blind Bei poured the wine in the glass in front of him on the table, and the wine was pulled into the air by a force somewhere, forming two words:

practice.

Liang Cheng, let's talk about the master's cultivation in recent days.

In the past few days, Liang Cheng has been in charge of training with Zheng Fan, so he must ask Liang Cheng first.

Before the master came, he had no experience in fighting at all, he didn't know how to use routines, he didn't know how to use his body, and his reflexes were not sharp enough.

Because the Lord is not here, there is no one to refute.

but…………

Liang Cheng's turning point made everyone present 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 a waste wood, everyone will respect him, protect him, care for him and lick him as always.

The strength of the Lord is great.

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 degenerate greatly in all aspects of the body. In the future, unless it has been recuperated for at least half a year, Otherwise it will be difficult to recover.

But the strength of the Lord is comparable to an adult male who often practices martial arts.

Xue San pursed his lips, and the guy whose head was taken by the master on the battlefield immediately appeared in his mind.

Well, the problem probably lies here. The blind man Bei pointed for a while, and the word cultivation floating in the sky flowed into his mouth, and he drank it down. Immediately afterwards, he continued:

I have always had a doubt, that is, what is the specific relationship between the recovery of our strength and the Lord.

One thing can be confirmed, that is, we need to obtain the approval of the Lord, so we must adhere to the principle of licking the Lord unconditionally and cannot be shaken.

Let's nod together,

If not 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 this world?

We are all grown-ups, and there is nothing to be pretentious or unappreciative of.

But the problem is that all of us have indeed recovered a little bit of strength, but on this basis, anyway, I have used various methods, but there is no way to improve on this recovered basis.

Um.

Um.

Everyone present nodded together.

Their desire for power is beyond the imagination of normal people.

They don't care about money, they don't care about fame, they only care about being free, without power, you can't be free at all.

Blind man, just tell me what you found out. Siniang said to the blind man Bei.

My guess is that the degree of recovery of our strength is very likely related to the strength of the Lord.

What does this mean? Xue San was a little confused.

Si Niang frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

Liang Cheng continued to be silent, and Ah Ming's lips twitched.

In fact, none of the people here are stupid, some guesses, they may not have really thought about it, even Xue San who asked the question, God knows if he is just habitually setting up a platform for the blind man Bei?

When the lord is in a coma... um, to use a saying similar to online games, the lord is offline. As the lord's subordinates, we are actually equivalent to the lord's mounts...

Cough cough...

Si Niang coughed.

Well, it's like a baby.

It may also be because of the offline status of the master that our own level is also grayed out. Although we can act, our attribute panel is grayed out.

And when the master wakes up, the master's level may be level 1.

Then, our level becomes less than or equal to level 1.

The basis for this is to obtain the Lord's approval first, which is a bit like chatting with the old man standing at the entrance of Xinshou Village.

Everyone was thinking about what Blind Bei said, but A Ming spoke first:

That is to say, because the master is still at level 1, no, in other words, as long as the master's own strength level does not improve, we will have to be suppressed by the master all the time?

That's what it means. The blind man nodded and said.

Just then,

Fan Li, an honest man who only knows how to eat and drink when he usually has dinner and meetings, is quiet and reticent. His words made the atmosphere in the gazebo drop to freezing point in an instant.

Fan Li first smiled very honestly,

A little shyly reached out and scratched his hair,

Opened the mouth and said:

So, if the master is cut off, will the restriction be lifted?

audience,

Dead silence...

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