Ge Sheng opened his eyes again.

Overhead is a deep, desolate canopy of stars.

Ge Sheng is honored this time that he did not have the illusion of who I am, where and what I do.

The memories before the coma are very clear, and it seems that the side effects of the medicine Christie used this time are very small.

Thinking like this, Ge Sheng tried to raise his hand, but found that he was tied to the tree that had been used as his temporary operating table, and the string used to tie it was tough and flat, as if it was designed to avoid struggling to struggle into the flesh.

What the hell did that Christie think of herself? Zombies that bite when they open their eyes

As soon as I had such an idea, I heard the girl's voice that was originally very unfamiliar but slowly became more and more familiar.

Glutinous and soft, very tough and textured sound.

"Awake? Three quarters of an hour earlier than I expected. ”

Ge Sheng looked sideways and saw Christie sitting under the starlight, holding her forehead and counting the falling stars.

The girl was obviously a little sleepy, the original neat and tidy unique clothes had already turned into Ge Sheng's bandages and rags after a series of changes, and now Christie, who appeared in front of Ge Sheng, was in tattered clothes, her face was covered with dust and mud, and she was obviously very embarrassed, but in her body and eyes, there was no discouragement and helplessness, but it seemed to be a little joyful and excited about such a new experience.

"You haven't slept?" Ge Sheng was a little surprised.

After falling from another dimension, Christie has been the busiest person, and as a boy, Ge Sheng surprisingly hasn't done anything.

She immediately treated Ge Sheng's injuries from the beginning of the fall, and then set up a simple protective early warning device, confirmed the location of the fall for the first time, and then rushed back, and after obtaining Ge Sheng's consent, he underwent open-air surgery on his injuries, Ge Sheng's memory was only a few hours between these two comas, but it was already from noon to early morning.

Ge Sheng couldn't confirm whether it was the early morning after the day, the early morning of the next day, or maybe even the early morning of the third day, but judging by his physical condition and hunger, Ge Sheng was inclined to be in a coma for about six hours.

So what did Christie do?

Would she be scared when she was alone and awake in this completely unfamiliar rainforest? Will it be afraid? Although it is clear that the fear and fear of a guy like Christie seems to have nothing to do with her.

But after all, she is only a seventeen-year-old girl.

"I won't be afraid." Christie looked at Ge Sheng and laughed: "There is no more terrifying animal in this world than people, so in a place where there are fewer people, I will feel more at ease." ”

Ge Sheng didn't have the heart to chew on the meaning of Christie's words, he lowered his head and pointed to the rope that was tightly tied to his body, although the rope was no matter how tough it was, there were at least three ways for him to get out of trouble when he had regained his senses, but it was not too late to ask at least the intention first.

So far, Christie has no motive to harm herself, and if she wants to do so, then I'm afraid her bones will be moldy.

On the contrary, from beginning to end, Christie seems to have cultivated a good opinion of her.

"Bondage." Christie took it for granted: "I said that the medicine I use will be very painful. ”

"But I didn't feel any pain at all."

"That's because." Christie smiled, a little chilling in her heart: "Because it hurts so much, my body doesn't dare to tell you." ”

"Your injury is just a simple cutting injury, which can be compared to an injury from a glass blade, but after rolling and colliding here, you have a slightly more troublesome infection, so you must further remove all the contaminated muscle, bandage it, and rest to heal."

"This is a routine and conservative treatment plan, but now we only don't have time, what I need is an assistant who can recover eighty percent of his combat effectiveness as soon as possible and can do some simple help for my guards, not a patient who needs to lie in bed for three whole months, so I have to treat the injuries that normally take three months to heal in six hours."

"So, it's time to use my medicine."

Gesheng fully understood how frustrated Christie was.

"But magic can do such things."

"First of all, magic is not fully done, and the recovery period can indeed be shortened from three months to three to nine hours if you use the Grace of Light, but the resurrected body is fragile and requires long-term rehabilitation training to restore its previous effectiveness, and second, I don't use that series of magic."

Christie's words are simple and unconcealed.

It was only at this time that Ge Sheng realized another thing that he had been ignoring.

"You're a magician?"

Christie thought for a moment and nodded, "In a conventional sense, my class classification should belong to magician. ”

"What about the department?"

Christie didn't hesitate this time: "All departments, all magicians, only in this way can it be convenient to do some research." ”

"What about the strong attributes?"

"No, I don't have a strong attribute, so I can become a full-range magician."

Ge Sheng sighed, ignoring that he was still tied up and playing: "Dare to ask Your Majesty, your rank." ”

"According to the standard level of a saint, I am a mid-level magician of the ninth level, do you have any questions?" Christie replied truthfully.

Ge Sheng looked up at the sky: "Aren't you afraid?" ”

"Why be afraid?" Christie asked rhetorically.

"You are only level nine, and you are alone on this deserted island, and you can't cope with any accidents."

"That's why I said that when I built the teleportation array, I needed you to protect the Dharma for me."

"Then after I was tied up by you before, what should you do if there is a high-level demonic beast infested?"

"Kill it." Christie is right.

"You're only level nine!" Ge Sheng emphasized Christie's important setting, which is only level nine.

A seventeen-year-old genius girl, Her Majesty the Empress of the Commercial Federation, turned out to be a waste wood even more wastewood than Senior Zhou Xu.

Christie smiled, sharp and safe: "Did anyone tell you that killing people can only be killed by rank?" ”

Saying this, Her Majesty the Empress stretched out his hand and gently stroked, and the ropes on Ge Sheng's body slipped down like catkins, and with Ge Sheng's eyesight, he didn't see how she did it at all.

"There are countless people in this world who want to kill me." Christie looked at Ge Sheng, who had regained his freedom, and smiled coldly: "I have killed countless people. ”

"But as long as I don't want to die, then there is no one in this world who can kill me."

"Can you believe it?"

Ge Sheng did not answer.

He just believed once again that this guy was indeed an empress-level existence.

Christie watched Ge Sheng be silent, read the answer she wanted from his heart, and then smiled slightly: "Okay, I will try to build a teleportation array starting tomorrow morning, it may take up to three days, but before that, can you grant me a request?" ”

Ge Sheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Christie smiled, and then fell straight down, among the soft, rotting leaves.

She sleeps peacefully among decaying leaves.

She didn't say her request, but Ge Sheng read it for the first time.

"Can I please let me sleep quietly?"

(End of chapter)

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