[Slow Wear] Assassin System

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Miao Xuan's sleeping appearance is quite good, and the visual effect he presents is like a huge jam roll - the kind with light yellow baked wheat bran skin and orange jam sandwich.

But it was such a well-behaved little thing, but the exposed fangs were surprisingly sharp.

Chris himself is a talented member of werewolves, but he has lived for so many years after getting half a witch's heart, but he can only suppress the little tiger. This is enough to show how amazing the potential of this bright creature is.

Even Chris, who has lived for so many years, has never seen such a powerful light creature.

How old is he?Although Chris knew that he was an adult according to human calculation methods, but in his opinion this light creature was just a cub.

Or the kind of inexplicable cub who was involved in the struggle of dark creatures.

He shouldn't have stayed on this land... Chris once led Xuanhu on a night patrol, and in his eyes, the light on the little tiger's body in the dark was almost like a small sun.

At that time, Chris's vest was actually very complicated. On the one hand, he was a little angry at the witch for involving him in the dispute, and on the other hand, he even vaguely hoped that this bright little tiger could always light up his night.

Perhaps dark creatures also have a preference for light, otherwise why would Oswald follow the witch, and why would he want such an assistant?

Chris has been hiding in the mountains for many years, habitually ignoring the ten-year invitation of vampires, and only entering human society every few decades.

He once marveled at the rapid changes in human society, but he was only amazed. Until now, the last witch is about to be born.

The witch, the darling of the era who once occupied an era, is finally about to be buried by time.

Killing witches doesn't last long, so what about the future of dark creatures?

Chris's peaceful life like stagnant water was broken by the last witch who was the fuse, and was stirred up by the upcoming war. The turbulent tide came, as if he had returned to the era of fighting against witches.

What role does this little tiger play in these days of sudden ups and downs?

Chris doesn't like to think about it.

And his top priority now should be to make a settlement with Andorra after a century.

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Miao Xuan's mental force field will not be closed even when he is sleeping. The first thing he learned is the protection of mental power, and it is not difficult to spread it in a small area anytime, anywhere.

And being poked awake in the middle of the night is obviously not a good experience, so Miao Xuan first looked at the map in a daze, and realized when he saw the green dot representing a werewolf.

Ah, it's my roommate back.

No wonder there was a bloody smell.

So Huo Juan wrapped his quilt tighter while staring in a daze, and at the same time heard the sound of the bathroom light being turned on.

Then there was a relatively loud sound of water, but the smell of blood did not fade away.

Xuanhu's modeling is probably really influenced by blood, and his sense of smell is very good, and a little bit of fishy smell can be magnified, not to mention that Chris may have just experienced a battle.

Why is the smell of blood still so strong... Amidst the interference of noise and smell, Miao Xuan couldn't fall asleep even though he was extremely sleepy. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, scratching his messy hair.

When Miao Xuan was moving the stone the day before, the system had been watching dramas and movies, and now he was sleeping soundly, and Miao Xuan did not share his sense of smell and hearing with him to wake him up, so no one communicated with him about his thoughts in the middle of the night.

The light in the bathroom was turned off, and a burly black figure walked out after the door was opened. His eyes glowed strangely in the darkness. Accompanied by the smell of blood, this scene looked like a murderer on a horror film...

Miao Xuan finally realized: "Chris, are you injured?"

Shadow: "..."

Trying not to make any noise, Chris found that the tiger roll was still unpacked: "Yes."

"The smell of blood is too strong." Miao Xuan brushed up the broken hair on his forehead, then turned on the desk lamp, and the soft light shone on him, and at the same time illuminated the dark shadow at the bathroom door.

Miao Xuan turned around and got stuck: "...where are your clothes?"

Chris didn't change his expression: "All my clothes were destroyed."

Chris lives on the fifth floor, and the fifth floor has already been bombed. Oswald can barely use his ability to hang his crotch, but Chris can't.

Miao Xuan could only get up and dig out the first aid kit from the cabinet: "Your abdomen is injured? Let's deal with it."

The werewolf looked at the small package with the symbol of the cross: "Human bandages? I'll heal myself soon, there's no need."

There is a deep wound on Chris's abdomen caused by a short sword blade. The wound is not wide, but it is very deep, and the power of vampires hovers on it. The werewolf's self-healing power is weakened, which has led to this wound until now. Still bleeding.

And this is what Miao Xuan smelled.

If a human was injured to this extent, he would have to go to the emergency room to get stitches on the operating table, and the werewolf's aggressive physique kept Chris standing still. Not only did he not rush to treat him, but he could wait for it after washing. recover.

It seemed that the knife wound was just a shallow scratch, and his firm abdomen was actually steel.

"There are also hemostatic spray and disinfectant in it, and it will be treated quickly. Your bloody smell is really strong..." Miao Xuan repeated slowly, trying to reason with his wayward and stubborn roommate, "And if you get infected The quilt has to be washed and dried.”

"Human medicine can't expel the power of vampires, I can stand and wait for the wound to recover—" Chris habitually stubbornly mouthed, and then his already low voice dropped an octave again, "I'm sorry for disturbing your sleep."

"It's okay." Miao Xuan had already pulled out a roll of hemostatic bandage.

He thought for a while that the power of the vampire was on the magical side, and it seemed that physical methods could not stop the bleeding... Then the power of the vampire should be expelled first.

As for the power of dark creatures...can light creatures do it?

Miao Xuan: "Why don't I try to expel you? I won't use force."

Chris looked at the little tiger.

The bedside lamp is a big round lampshade, like a big bright bead. The warm light shines warmly from this lampshade and shines on Xuanhu's body, which is fuzzy and soft.

Xuan Hu's messy blond hair was dotted with golden light, his white shirt was dyed a light orange, and his brown eyes looked like amber under the warm light, that kind of sleepy but still struggling to wake up, very It is easy to make people have many soft associations.

Chris pursed his lips, and suddenly he didn't know what to do. He wanted to rub the cub's furry head, but also wanted to hug him. It would be best...to take a bite.

This sour and soft longing is so strange that the werewolf just stood there and let the young man touch his waist—just like a beast would never show its belly to the enemy. The waist is one of the werewolf's weaknesses, Chris It hasn't been touched by others for a hundred years.

And Miao Xuan, who was touching the werewolf's abdomen, was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He tried to use his spiritual power to guide the light power in this body, and then found that it was really successful. He attached and released the shallow power, and pressed Holds the wound on Chris' waist.

When the power belonging to the vampire meets the energy of his positive attributes, it is like ice meeting a raging fire. With a slight "stab" sound, it melts and disappears, revealing fresh wounds.

"It should hurt a little." Of course, the impact of the two energies was not so mild, Miao Xuan comforted, "I'll be fine, just wait a little longer."

"Have you fought a vampire? Is the vampire who can give you this knife their judge?"

"No, I went to clean up Andor's eldest son and eldest daughter. It was tricky when they joined forces." Chris echoed absent-mindedly.

Maybe it was because he was a dark creature, he didn't know whether it was pain or hotness, but the werewolf only felt that his waist and abdomen were about to burst into flames, and the intense temperature spread there, flowing through his blood to his whole body.

The negative forces were almost cleared up, and the blood flowed faster. Miao Xuan quickly grabbed the tissue to suck the blood, and then took out the disinfectant and hemostasis spray from the first aid kit.

After Miao Xuan slapped the wound, he picked up a bandage and wrapped it around it. He first pressed the wound tightly, and then quickly wrapped the bandage around Chris's waist a few times.

It’s not that Miao Xuan is boasting, his dressing skills are excellent, after all, he has been tossing his own body for more than ten years, not only tossing himself but also tossing others in various worlds. Pain-maximizing compression.

#Try to say yes#

Moreover, the wound is a bit deep, and I don't know how the werewolf's recovery ability is. If the injury lasts for several days, the bandage should be removed, disinfected and replaced regularly.

Just as Miao Xuan wanted to share his treatment experience with Chris, Chris suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"No need." Chris shook off his hand as if he had been scalded, lowered his eyes and said coldly, "No, it has recovered."

Miao Xuan: "..."

Miao Xuan took off the bandage and took a look, and found that after expelling the negative force, the wound had only shallow marks visible to the naked eye in such a short period of time.

The werewolf's self-healing power is indeed unexpectedly strong, no wonder the blood he plowed on the back of the black wolf last time immediately recovered into scratches... Weapons that hurt werewolves need to be enchanted to be effective.

"It's really convenient self-healing power." Miao Xuan Commercial blew a wave, threw the blood-stained bandage into the trash can in the bathroom, and put away the first-aid kit, "Then it's all right, go to sleep."

He scratched the broken hair that was hanging down again, turned around and turned off the light, and skillfully covered the quilt on his body, rolled it left and right, and added a salted fish to straighten it. In a few seconds, a brand new tiger roll came out of the oven again.

Miao Xuan: Comfortable.jpg

Chris: ...

There was still a little residual halo on the small round lamp, and the last bit of warm light gradually disappeared, and finally there was only a quiet darkness. Chris touched his wound lightly, and it seemed that there was still a little hot spot on it. temperature.

Same with the halo on the shade.

He slowly sat on the other side of the bed, turned around and looked at the glass window of the cabinet not far away.

The eyes belonging to the wolf are reflected on the mirror-like glass, shining brightly in the dark.

The shallow breathing sound around him gradually stabilized, and it was very peaceful when mixed with the sound of ventilation from the radiator. Even with the strong night vision ability, the werewolf deliberately turned his head away from the owner of the breathing sound.

After a long time, he silently relaxed his tense body.

Although he knew that the 200-year stagnant water would eventually cause waves, Chris never thought that this way would include this reason.

If he only had a vague feeling before tonight, then it is useless to deceive himself now.

this is not right.

He was as decayed a monster as a vampire, Chris thought, but he was still just a cub.

He still has a bright future, which is the opposite of his path.

He should not have stayed on this land.

Chris stood up silently, gently pushed open the window and jumped onto the window sill, he closed the window meticulously, lowered his eyes to take a last look at the dark room, then turned around and jumped down from the fourth floor, turning into a huge bird in mid-air black wolf.

Like the wind, the black wolf jumped into the woods not far away, silently and swiftly.

That night, the long whistle sounded under the moonlight, echoing in the dream that this piece of land was shrouded in darkness.