The devil is coming

Chapter 32 Cut it off!
Zheng Fan was lying on the rockery platform next to the soup pool, and Siniang was massaging Zheng Fan.
"Dead zombies are real, and they don't know how to strike lightly."
Siniang looked at the bruises on Zheng Fan's back and said she was lying if she said she didn't feel distressed.
"Alright, alright."
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.
This one is pretty comfortable for me. "
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 they were not as good as they were in martial arts novels.
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 actually come to this other world after death. Whether it was out of responsibility for himself or for his subordinates, he had to practice.
"Master, can we practice in another way?" Siniang suggested.
As a martial artist, it's a bit too slow, and it's too easy to cripple yourself.
"Huh? How do you say it?"
"In this world, there are not only 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's talent is good, it's easy to make rapid progress in his training."
"Forehead…………"
"Besides, those magicians are basically tender-skinned."
"Let's talk about this later. There is no harm in strengthening your muscles and bones first, and then learning some basic fighting routines."
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."
"Becoming 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, the slave family will go to A Ming to mention it later. 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. Rather than taking advantage of outsiders, it is better not to lose money. Outsider field.
You think this is the truth, Lord. "
"Um……"
At first Zheng Fan could still stay awake and chat with Siniang, but 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.
After walking 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.
Si Niang breathed 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 walk. Then you throw a pestle over there without warning. What if you really scare someone to death?"
"Me, lighting a lantern?"
"Yes, if you can't make it convenient for yourself, you can at least make it easier 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, from now on I will go out to light a lantern at night."
"Is something wrong?"
"Something happened."
"Okay, but don't say it here. The Lord is already asleep here, so don't disturb the Lord."
"Okay, let's go to the pavilion."
…………
To Siniang's surprise, many people were already 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 scent?"
Liang Cheng's expression tightened a little.
"Oh ho ho..." Siniang covered her mouth and laughed. She glanced at A Ming, who was sitting opposite, from the corner of her eye, and said, "It seems that you two have a good relationship. We just worked it out. The Lord didn’t even use it, but he used it for you first.”
"Ahem..." Blind Beiqian coughed a few times and said, "Let's get down to business."
"Business? By the way, A Ming, you can bite the 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 even his sanity will be lost."
Siniang thought about it and said, "It feels pretty good. Can my lifespan be increased?"
"As long as there is enough fresh human blood, theoretically, one can live to be over a hundred years old."
"Hey, it's not impossible to consider it. Well, there's just one question. If the Lord is unconscious and we lick him, will he still feel it?"
A Ming thought for a while and said: "People feed dogs food. If you feed them for a long time, dogs can still wag their tails at people."
"Speak the truth."
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 from the cup in front of him on the table. The wine was pulled by a force and floated in the air, forming two words:
Practice.
"Liang Cheng, first tell me about the master's practice 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.
"Before my lord, I had no fighting experience at all. I didn't know any tricks or how to use my body. In terms of reflexes, I wasn't sharp enough."
Because the Lord is not here, there is no one to refute.
"but…………"
This turn of events by Liang Cheng 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 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. In the future, unless it has been nursed back to health for at least half a year, it will Otherwise it will be difficult to recover.
But the Lord's strength is comparable to that of an adult male who regularly 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, that's probably where the problem lies." Blind Bei pointed his finger for a moment, and the word "cultivation" floating in the sky flowed into his mouth, and 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.
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 bit, but on this basis, no matter how many methods I have used, I can't improve it at all. "
"Ah."
"Ah."
Everyone here nodded together.
Their desire for power is beyond normal people's imagination.
They don't care about money or fame. They only care about freedom. 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 most 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 remained silent 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, is he just habitually setting up a stage for blind Bei?
"When the Lord is unconscious... Well, to use a term 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.
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.
The basis for this is to first obtain the approval of the master, which is a bit like chatting with an old man standing at the entrance of a 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 time,
During dinners and meetings, Fan Li, an honest man who usually talks little and only talks about eating and drinking, his words instantly brought the atmosphere in the pavilion to freezing point.
Fan Li smiled honestly at first.
Somewhat shyly, he reached out and scratched his hair.
He opened his mouth and said:
"So, if the master is cut off, will the restrictions be lifted?"
audience,
dead silence...
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