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    On the rockery platform next to the soup pool, Zheng Fan was lying on it, and Siniang was massaging Zheng Fan.

    "Dead zombies are real, and I don't know how to be gentle."

    Si Niang looked at the bruises on Zheng Fan's back, and it would be a lie if she said she didn't feel distressed.

    "Ah, ah, ah."

    Zheng Fan didn't care, instead he comforted Si Niang and said:

    "Other people practice or go to the waterfall to beat or practice with a big turtle shell on their backs,

    For me, this is already very comfortable.  "

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

    As for the masters and masters on the Internet, it¡¯s just for fun to watch. Real kung fu requires hard work since childhood, and Zheng Fan knows that he can¡¯t bear that hardship.

    But the form is better than the person, he himself did not expect that he, a manga otaku, would come to this different world after death, whether it is out of responsibility for himself or his subordinates, he must practice it.

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

    It's a bit too slow to cultivate a martial artist, and it's too easy to cripple yourself.

    "Huh? How to say?"

    "In this world, there are not only warriors, the Lord can practice some other things, as long as they can become stronger, isn't it enough?"

    "Practice other things?"

    "I heard that the cultivation of a magician, if the talent is good, can easily make rapid progress."

    "Forehead¡­¡­¡­¡­"

    "Besides, those magicians are basically soft-skinned and tender-fleshed."

    "This, let's talk about it later, first exercise your muscles and bones, and then learn some basic fighting routines. It will not hurt anyway."

    Zheng Fan still understands the principle that you can't give up halfway, and it won't be like taking a shortcut after suffering for a few days.

    "Thenyou can let A Ming bite the Lord, and you will almost be able to obtain a low-level blood physique."

    "Become a vampire?"

    Zheng Fan was really tempted by this suggestion.

    The vampire's resilience surpassed that of ordinary people, which directly means that its ability to survive has risen in a straight line.

    Even though he has been insisting on practicing, Zheng Fan doesn't think that one day he can really rush to the front of these demon kings under him.

    He is just a mascot, as long as he keeps sitting in the back and does not hang up, he is the greatest support for these subordinates.

    If conditions permit, I can also get some buffs for myself, such as adding blue to the group or returning blood to the group.

    "Well, I will go to A Ming later to mention it. Although he has not recovered much, the number of first hugs should be limited, but no matter what, we are our own family after all. It is better not to lose money than to take advantage of outsiders.  outsider fields.

    You say this is the truth, my lord.  "

    "Um¡­¡­"

    Zheng Fan was able to stay awake and chat with Siniang at first, but gradually, he couldn't bear it any longer, and fell asleep in a daze.

    Seeing this, Si Niang picked up a blanket next to her, covered Zheng Fan on it, and left here lightly.

    Walking out, closing the door, just turning around, Si Niang's eyes were fixed immediately, and around her, thin threads like spider silk began to tighten.

    "Ahemit's me."

    The road that suddenly appeared in the shadow spoke, it was Blind Bei.

    Si Niang let out 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 stroll, and you suddenly throw a pestle there, what if you really want to scare someone to death?"

    "Me, light a lantern?"

    "That's right, if you can't make it easier for yourself, at least you can make it easier for others. It's not that you don't know your own characteristics, and you can block other people's perceptions by relying on mental power."

    "Okay, I will go out to light lanterns at night from now on."

    "Is there something wrong?"

    "Something happened."

    "Okay, but don't say it here, the Lord has already slept here, don't disturb the Lord."

    "Okay, go to the gazebo."

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    To Siniang's surprise, there were already many people sitting in the pavilion.

    Liang Cheng, A Ming, Xue San, and Fan Li were all sitting there, and the stone table in the gazebo was still ready.Now, without power, you can't be free at all.

    "Blind man, just tell me what you found out." Siniang said to the blind man Bei.

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

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

    Si Niang frowned slightly, thoughtful.

    Liang Cheng continued to remain silent, and Ah Ming's lips twitched.

    In fact, none of the people here are stupid, some guesses, they may not have really thought about it, even Xue San who asked the question, God knows if he is just habitually setting up a platform for the blind man Bei?

    "When the lord is in a coma Well, to use an online game-like saying, the lord is offline. As the lord's subordinates, we are actually equivalent to the lord's mounts"

    "Ahem"

    Si Niang coughed.

    "Well, it's equivalent to a baby.

    Possibly also because of the offline status of the master, our own level is also grayed out. Although we can act, our attribute panel is grayed out.

    And when the master wakes up, the master's level may be level 1.

    Then, our level becomes less than or equal to level 1.

    The basis for this is to obtain the Lord's approval first, which is a bit like chatting with the old man standing at the entrance of Xinshou Village.  "

    Everyone was thinking about the words of the blind man Bei, and A Ming was the first to speak:

    "That is to say, 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 will have to be suppressed by the master all the time?"

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

    Just then,

    Fan Li, an honest man who only knows how to eat and drink when he usually has dinners and meetings, is quiet and reticent. His words made the atmosphere in the gazebo drop to freezing point in an instant.

    Fan Li first smiled very honestly,

    Some shyly reached out and scratched his hair,

    opened the mouth and said:

    "So, if the master is cut off, will the restriction be lifted?"

    The audience,

    Dead silence

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