This dress is not ordinary.

How so?!

Believers racked their brains and didn't know what to say.

Finally went to the bathroom to put water on the little slave, and heard from Master Kerberry that there was more to this water than just a medicine for repair.

One more thing.

So he made water for the little slave.

"Since you don't want me to help you, then you have to clean up by yourself, otherwise the goddess is here, and you are good-looking!"

Mr. Samuellong sat up with his arms folded, and his eyes swept over the things that the believers had brought, and after reconfirming that there were really no clothes to wear in them, a faint flush inevitably appeared on his cheeks.

And the anklet with the bell.

He thought that what they said was that they were interested in using him to repair the flaws of the circle.

Instead of...... That's what it looks like.

After all, I am so ugly and dirty.

She hadn't even touched herself.

But now, what's going on?

Don't...... She really has that kind of ...... Hobbies?

With a slight lift of the bloodstained hand, the anklet fell on his hand.

Jingle sounds.

His breathing paused for a moment, then he let out an uncontrollable gasp, and the slave gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet.

Mr. Samuel went into the bathroom, unbuttoned his last clothes, and stood in the water, his long, dry and tangled hair covered by long, narrow eyes that could not tell what emotions were hidden.

There was a little more curiosity in his red eyes.

If she wants him, why not take matters into her own hands?

Or is it that now that he is covered in scars and dirt, she can't even talk about it?

If you are so disgusted, so disgusted, so despised, why do you want to bring him back?

Why use magic to heal him?

After all, it's such a thankless task.

He thought it was ......

She probably won't let him die.

Maybe with good intentions.

Sure enough, he still thinks too much, this person! It's all the same!

Disgusting! Hypocrisy! Fickle!

No wonder, she didn't ask for his name, and she didn't have any idea of wanting to communicate with him at all.

She just wanted to toy with him.

After all, in her eyes, he was just a plaything, a slave.

Why should the goddess who is high up care about him?

His eyelashes fluttered.

Something suddenly came to mind.

She had loved that hypocritical gentleman before, and now she saw herself doing something like that.

The private life of human beings is very chaotic, and this goddess must want to take all her anger out on him.

Thinking like this, Mr. Long's eyes turned red, his cheeks were amazingly hot, the smile on his lips was wanton, but the cold glow in his blood-colored pupils became more and more terrifying.

In this pool full of healing magic, many wounds have scarred on the original scarred body.

But the skin is getting redder and redder, the whole person is hot, and the breathing is getting heavier.

He wrapped his clothes.

Then slowly get dressed.

This dress......

It's ......

Poorly clothed.

The white clothes were also wearing belts, and the clothes appeared to be a little wide, and the collar was loose and loose, and some places were exposed.

Although there are some large and small scars on his body, and one leg is also a little deformed, it can't stand this person's good looks!

He was on his side, only the intact half of his face was not obscured by dry hair.

He half-closed his eyes and looked at the string of small bells.