My Another World Sword Saint Wife

Whenever I see your blank looks, I feel sad.

Whenever I look at your trance eyes, I always sigh alone.

The sweat and saliva you shed, the shower is dazzling in the sun, and the beauty exudes "charming" brilliance like the morning glow.

I was so fascinated... I clenched my trembling fists!

Your swaying bodies are like a bunch of swaying flowers.

It seems as if you put your foot on it lightly and it will float away!

Whenever I think of you, there will be an inexplicable anger in my heart.

I don't know how to express my emotions...

Only encouragement! ! !

"It is my duty to encourage you to become qualified fighters!"

At the top of the steep hill, a tall black girl in steel armor was looking down coldly.

There was a wave of her age... oh, no, it was a calmness and majesty that didn't match her appearance, and she was cursing passionately in a stern tone.

"A bunch of idiots! You can run slower than you can climb! Look at me, I'm not as mobile as the domestic animals in the Hortus Valley!"

Below the girl's vision, dozens of young men and women were running back and forth on the hillside full of stones and weeds.

Each of them carried a half-meter-large stone pier on their backs.

Not only that, colorful halos lit up under these people's feet from time to time, which was a phenomenon formed by the superposition of gravity magic and multiple trap magic.

The expressions of the youths were almost distorted due to exhaustion.

On the face covered with sweat and mud, several traces washed by tears were very obvious.

"No, I can't, I'm going to die. Please forgive me..."

A fat man staggered and ran in front of the girl, and threw himself on the ground.

The girl looked at the fat man with contemptuous and sharp eyes.

"Ha ha……"

She smiled, with an elegant arc on the corner of her mouth, and walked over slowly.

"Why, can't you bear this level?"

Tilting his head to look at the fat man, his lowered gaze seemed to be looking at garbage.

"Cough...cough...no...no, let me rest for a while... just take a rest."

Facing the fat man's tearful request, the girl smiled even more.

lb! !

There was a sudden pounding sound.

The poor fat man lying on the ground was kicked in the abdomen.

Then, his fat body bounced into the air.

"Ah~~~~" Fatty shouted at the top of his lungs.

lb! !

Just when he was about to fall to the ground, the girl kicked him into the air again with a strong kick.

lb!lb!lb!lb!lb!

After an unknown number of cycles, the fat man stopped shouting.

He rolled his eyes and spit out foam and saliva from time to time, he must have fainted...

Bang!

The girl still didn't let it go, and finally kicked a beautiful volley.

The fat man turned into a ball in an instant, spun and hit a rock more than ten meters away, and completely lost his mind...

There was silence all around, only the occasional sound of young people swallowing their saliva.

They trembled in their hearts, their bodies trembled, their eyes wandered, and they couldn't bear to look at the inhumane scene in front of them.

"Listen up, idiots! You are not human until you get my approval!"

"It's trash that's worse than wild beasts! Insufficient physical fitness will only slow you down. There is no need for such waste on the battlefield! Does anyone else want to rest?!"

Hearing the girl's roar, the stunned youths trembled all over, and immediately ran wildly like wild boars.

As the breeze blew across the top of the mountain, the 'girl' named Sirira raised her small white hands and lightly brushed her long black hair that had been blown away.

As the feeling of coolness spread throughout the body, the previous irritability that was all over the face also slowly disappeared along with the helplessness.

"Ugh……"

Thinking that she would train these greenhouse-grown flowers into qualified fighters in a short period of time, Sirira couldn't help sighing heavily.

Click.

The anger soared again, and cracks appeared on the ground under Sirira's feet, scaring the young people to speed up their running.

All this is thanks to that stupid dog!

……

a month ago.

Tick, tick.

The air in the underground prison is very humid, and water drops are falling from the top of every room.

Xu Fei slowly opened his eyes.

In the dim light, only stone roofs could be seen.

Trying to raise his neck and look forward, there was a crisp crackling sound from the joints.

"hiss……"

Xu Fei grinned, the soreness and pain all over his body made him moan.

"you're awake?"

A familiar voice came from beside him, and Xu Fei tried hard to turn his head to look.

Fu Zhexing was smiling kindly at him.

"..."

Xu Fei's brows twitched twice, the other party's smile was indeed very kind, but matching this outfit was a bit...

At this moment, Fu Zhexing's hair was disheveled, and his tattered top was almost like a strip of cloth.

He only wore a pair of ripped boxer pants, a pair of socks and a shoe, showing his smooth and delicate thighs.

Among them, the left leg joint was covered with thick bandages and splints...

"Master Fu, what is this?"

Xu Fei was in shock, why did the other party look like he had just been spoiled by someone...

"Cough, don't worry, we're still alive. You and Shangguan are exhausted every day, and you'll be in a coma for a few more days."

Fu Zhexing's eyes were blurred, he silently moved his gaze away and began to change the subject.

Of course he knew what Xu Fei was asking.

In fact, it's nothing, the four kind-hearted dogs just stripped off his pants and threw them away in order to help him treat his fracture.

When they fell into the desert, Fu Zhexing was the only one who didn't pass out.

Because, before he landed, his left leg was kicked off by the leading dog Ur, and he woke up.

Since then, Fu Zhexing has been pretending to be asleep.

Cross the desert, walk into the ancient stone gate, conclude a strange contract, and come to the holy city of Nimbuend...

After entering this strange city, he was ridiculed by the passing knights for not wearing pants, and ran into a young and beautiful female magician shyly running away, the strange eyes of the prison guards...

In short, he knew everything that happened in the process.

"Where is Daoist Fu? Is everyone alright?" Xu Fei struggled to sit up and didn't continue to struggle with his trousers.

I checked my body with consciousness just now, except for a few muscle strains, the rest are skin trauma, nothing serious.

"Instead of asking me, it's better to see it faster."

Fu Zhexing answered with a smile, and inadvertently pulled down the cloth on his upper body with his hands.

Xu Fei looked around.

This is a room without any windows.

The floors, walls and roof are all made of heavy stone.

On the only iron bar that looks like a door, each pillar has the thickness of an adult man's wrist.

In the corner of the room, Cang leaned forward.

Frowning tightly, he squatted there with his knees hugged in silence, as if he was thinking about life...

Shangguan Ritian was covered in rags, lying peacefully on the floor, breathing fairly evenly.

In order to maintain the defensive formation, he drank a whole bottle of pills.

Under the huge side effects, he shouldn't be able to wake up in a short time.

"Hey, brother guard, you have worked so hard. After standing for so long, sit down and rest for a while, let's chat."

A'Zhu's voice came from the iron fence, he was talking to someone with a smile on his face.

Chapter 315 Situation Analysis

"Brother guard, you heard me, silence can't solve the problem."

"Brother, you should be quite old. Staying underground all day is not good for your health. Rheumatism, cold, arthritis, you will suffer when you get old."