Devil’s Advent

　　　　 On the rockery platform next to the soup pond, Zheng Fan was lying on it, while Si Niang was massaging Zheng Fan.

　　 "Dead zombies are also true. I don't know how to start it lightly."

　　 Si Niang looked at the bruises on Zheng Fan's back, saying that it was fake if he didn't feel distressed.

　　 "An la, an la."

　　 Zheng Fan didn't care, but comforted Si Niang:

　　"Others practiced either by going to beat under a waterfall or practicing with a big tortoise shell on their back.

　　 I am already very comfortable. "

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

　　 As for the masters and masters on the Internet, it means to be a fun watch. The real kung fu requires hardship from an early age, and Zheng Fan knows that he can't endure that hardship.

　　 But the form is better than human beings. He himself didn't expect that he, a manga otaku, would come to this other world after his death. Whether he was responsible for himself or his subordinates, he had to practice.

　　 "Master, can we practice in another way?" Si Niang suggested.

　　 A martial artist is a bit too slow, and it’s too easy to mutilate oneself.

　　 "Huh? How to say?"

　　 "In this world, there are not only martial artists, the master can practice some other things, as long as it can become stronger?"

　　 "Practice other things?"

　　 "I heard that the cultivation of a magician, if the talent is good, can easily go a long way."

　　 "Uh..."

　　 "Also, those magicians are basically skinny and tender."

　　 "This, let's talk about it later, first train your muscles and bones, and then learn a little bit of basic fighting routines, it will always do no harm."

　　 Zheng Fan still understands the truth that things can’t be done halfway, and it’s not like taking a shortcut after only a few days of hardship.

　　 "So... you can let Aming bite you, and you will almost get the low-level blood physique."

　　 "Become a vampire?"

　　 Zheng Fan was really tempted by this suggestion.

　　 The resilience of vampires that surpasses ordinary people, which directly means a straight rise in their survivability.

　　 Even if he is already practicing, Zheng Fan doesn't think that one day he will really be able to rush to the front of these demon kings under his men.

　　 He is just a mascot. As long as he sits behind and doesn't hang up, he is the greatest support for these men.

　　 If conditions permit, I can still get myself some buffs, add blue to the group, or restore blood to the group.

"Well, the slave family will go to Aming to mention it later. Although he hasn't recovered much now, the number of first embraces should be limited, but no matter what, we are my own family after all. Rather than making money from outsiders, it is better to be fat and water. Outsider field.

　　 You say that is the truth, Lord. "

"Ok……"

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

　　 Seeing this, Siniang picked up a blanket next to him, covered it with Zheng Fan, and left here lightly.

　　 walked out, closed the door, and just turned around, Si Niang's eyes immediately condensed, and at the position beside him, the thin threads that looked like spider silk began to tighten.

　　 "Ahem... it's me."

　　 That road suddenly appeared in the black shadow, and it was Blind North.

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

　　 "It's at night, you don't even know how to light a lantern when you come out for a walk, and you rush there abruptly. What if you really want to scare you?"

　　 "Me, play the lantern?"

　　 "Yes, it's not convenient. You can at least help others. It's not that you don't know your own characteristics. You can shield others' perception by mental power."

　　 "Okay, I will go out to light the lantern at night."

　　 "Something?"

　　 "Something is going on."

　　 "Go, but don't say here, the Lord has fallen asleep here, don't disturb the Lord."

　　 "Okay, go to the pavilion."

　　…………

　　 What surprised Siniang was that there were already quite a few people sitting in the pavilion.

　　 Liang Cheng, A Ming, Xue San, and Fan Li are all sitting there, and some simple dishes are prepared on the stone table of the pavilion.

　　 "Oh, is this a meeting?"

　　Feng Si Niang sat down in the empty seat beside Liang Cheng, and then curiously said:

　　 "What fragrance?"

　　 Liang Cheng's complexion was a bit stretched.

"Oh oh oh..." Si Niang covered her mouth and laughed. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Ah Ming who was sitting opposite, and said: "It seems that the relationship between you two is quite good. I just got it out. The Lord is useless, but I will use it for you first."

　　 "Ahem..." The blind Bei Gan coughed a few times, and said, "Just talk about business."

　　 "It's business? By the way, Aming, you can bite the master after changing Minger."

A Ming shook his head and said: "I know what you want to do, but it is impossible now. My power to recover is too limited. If I turn the Lord into my first embrace at this moment, the Lord can gain some transcendence. Ordinary people’s ability to recover, but after about half a year, the Lord will become a beast who only knows to drink human blood, and will lose his sanity."

　　 Siniang calculated for a while, and said, "I feel that it's pretty good too. Can the lifespan be increased?"

　　 "As long as fresh human blood is sufficient, in theory, one can live more than one hundred years old."

　　 "Hey, it's not impossible to think about it. Alas, there is a question. If the Lord is unconscious, let's lick him, can he still feel it?"

　　 Aming thought for a while, and said, "People feed dogs. After feeding them for a long time, dogs can still wag their tails to people."

　　 "Talk to business."

　　 Blind son Bei couldn’t help interrupting the current conversation.

　　 Nima,

　　 This is disrespectful!

　　 Everyone in the pavilion straightened their backs subconsciously.

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

　　 "The theme of the group meeting tonight is..."

　　 Blind Zibei poured the wine in the cup in front of him on the table. The wine was dragged by a force and scattered in the air, forming two words:

　　 Practice.

　　 "Liang Cheng, let's talk about the situation of the Lord's cultivation in the last few days."

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

　　 "Before the Lord, I had no fighting experience at all, no routines, no physical use, and not keen enough in terms of reaction."

　　Because the Lord is not here, no one rebuts.

　　 "But..."

　　 Liang Cheng's turning point caused everyone present to **** their ears.

　　 Obviously, no one really wants their boss to be a waste.

　　Although, no matter whether the Lord is a waste or waste wood, everyone will respect him, guard him, care for him, and lick him as always.

　　 "The strength of the Lord is great."

　　 "How old is it?" Aming asked.

"It hasn’t been a month since the Lord’s awakening. It stands to reason that a body that has been in bed for half a year, no matter how well it is taken care of, the functions of all aspects of the body will be greatly degraded. In the follow-up, unless after at least half a year of recuperation, Otherwise it is difficult to recover.

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

　　 Xue San pursed his lips, and the guy who had been killed by the master on the battlefield immediately appeared in his mind.

　　 "Well, the problem probably lies here." The blind man pointed his finger north for a while, and the word "cultivation" floating in the sky flowed into his mouth. He drank it, and then continued:

　　 "I have always had a doubt, that is, what is the specific relationship between the restoration of our strength and the Lord?

　　 There is one thing that can be confirmed, that is, we need to be approved by the Lord. Therefore, we must adhere to the principle of unconditionally licking the Lord and cannot be shaken. "

　　 Everyone nodded together,

　　 If it's not for strength, who would be a licking dog?

　　 But if you can gain power with just a lick, is there anything more cost-effective in this world?

　　 Everyone is an adult, and there is nothing to be pretentious and indifferent.

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

"Ok."

"Ok."

　　 Everyone here nodded together.

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

　　 They don’t care about money or name, they only care about being free, and without power, you can’t be free at all.

　　 "Blind man, what on earth did you find, just tell me." Siniang said to Blind North.

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

　　 "What does this mean?" Xue San was a little unsure.

　　 Si Niang frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

　　 Liang Cheng continued Gujing Wubo, and Ah Ming picked his lips.

　　 Actually, none of the people here are stupid people. Some guesses, maybe they didn't think about it. Even if it was Xue San who asked questions, God knows if he just habitually builds a platform for the blind man Beibei?

　　 "When the master is in a coma...well, in a way similar to online games, the master is offline~www.readwn.com~ as the master's subordinates, we are actually equivalent to the master's mount..."

　　 "Ahem..."

　　 Siniang coughed.

　　 "Well, the equivalent of a baby.

　　 It may also be due to the offline status of the master that our own level is also gray. Although we can act, our attribute panel is gray.

　　 And when the lord awakens, the level of the lord may be level 1.

　　 Then, our level has become less than or equal to level 1.

　　 The foundation is to get the Lord’s approval first, a bit like chatting with the old man standing at the entrance of the Novice Village. "

　　 Everyone was thinking about what the blind man said, and Ming took the lead and said:

　　 "In other words, 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 must always be suppressed by the master?"

　　 "That's what it means." The blind man nodded.

　　 is also at this moment,

　　 During dinners and meetings, I rarely speak a little bit. I only know Fan Li, an honest man who is sullenly eating and drinking. His words made the atmosphere in the pavilion drop to the freezing point instantly.

　　 Fan Li first smiled honestly.

　　 somewhat shyly stretched out his hand and scratched his hair,

　　 opened the mouth and said:

　　 "Then, if the Lord is cut off, will the restrictions be lifted?"

　　 the whole audience,

　　 dead silence...

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