0号 didn’t know whether she was lucky or unlucky.
The good news was that she had been desperate for a chance to et Hammurabi, and now a recomndation letter seed to have opened a gap for her.
The bad news was, she had no idea what the concept of Hammurabi’s Personal Guard entailed; she didn’t even know what the Personal Guards did or whether the mbers were flat or round.
"What do you plan to do with that woman?" Compared to the ambivalent 0号, Yijie was much calr. This evening he had garnered quite a bit, having not only found the appropriate Weapon but also an opportunity to et King Hammurabi. However, a prerequisite was that he must be able to enter the Personal Guard.
"What to do? First, wake her up," said 0号 without thinking, and the next second, she regretted the words she had just uttered.
The monk, holding the pack, imdiately fished out a water bladder and then poured half a bag of water over the woman.
"Are you a pig?" 0号’s scream echoed through the forest. Being a man, how could he be utterly devoid of any compassion and tenderness towards won.
"She is an NPC." Yijie’s words sounded very familiar to 0号. This man must have a lot in common with Little Eight.
The woman on the ground moaned, her curled body relaxing. Her eyelashes trembled, and in the slits of her eyes, the colors of her pupils showed.
One black, one white; the woman’s pupils surprised both 0号 and Yijie.
After only a mont, the woman fainted again.
"Based on my experience, she has suffered a severe spiritual attack. Her pupils are unevenly dilated, very severely contracted," Yijie concluded as he flipped her eyelids.
After hearing this, 0号’s face fell. This monk’s so-called experience was probably based on the symptoms that erged from when he attacked her last ti.
Enduring it, 0号 grunted, "Since you’re an expert in spiritual attacks, can you tell how to perform spiritual healing?"
The firelight reflected in 0号’s light brown eyes looked to Yijie like two clusters of dancing flas. He also rembered the first ti he t 0号, the conflict that arose between them. It seems that won should never be offended.
"Actually, it’s quite simple; just ditate," Yijie said nonchalantly, though it didn’t sound so simple to 0号.
What is ditation? Judging from Yijie’s tone, it seed like sothing any player should know, but 0号 really didn’t know.
(Forget about it, ditation is a Special Skill used by officers at Sergeant level or above to exchange spiritual power with Physical Strength. It’s easier to replenish Physical Strength, so high-level players use ditation to convert Physical Strength into spiritual power.) Little Eight explained irritably, the difference in military rank indeed was a crushing burden.
For 0号, who was still struggling on the edge of Private First Class, ditation was definitely an extravagant hope.
This damned monk, 0号 ground her teeth angrily, he must have done it on purpose.
"My na is Yijie. Calling ’monk’ all the ti is annoying. What about you?" That reckless monk even pretended to be friendly by extending his hand.
"0," 0号 squeezed a word out between her teeth.
Hearing the na, Yijie stiffened, his expression beca frosty.
Sensing sothing off, she added, "My na is 0号. You allow a monk’s na, but not a nurical na?"
Unable to handle the sharpness of won’s words, Yijie had no defense. He stopped talking and carried the woman on his back again.
"It seems we can only send her back to the temple," Although Yijie could use ditation to heal spiritual damage, he had no way to heal others. He had also heard that there were ways to heal ordinary people’s spiritual damage in the temple.
When he heard the word temple, the Purple-clothed woman’s eyelids twitched, and the black and white colors of her eyes showed again. But neither 0号 nor Yijie noticed her abnormality.
"Can’t send her there; it’s like she is a useless soldier who has fainted, lost from the group. If you were the commander, would you turn back to save her?" 0号 followed behind. From her previous experiences in the temple, there was level discrimination; if the temple didn’t care about her life and death and threw her out, how would they go out of their way to save her again.
"I will, I will never abandon anyone again." The monk with the military cap replied, his voice carrying an indescribable remorse and regret. After saying that, he continued walking forward silently.
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