"Master Koesha, hot water is ready."

After the not very clean linen curtain, the thin boy wiped the dust on his face with his sleeve, showing a little delicate face, and then said respectfully behind the curtain.

"Well, you step aside."

A cold female voice came, and the young man's face under the black and gray cover turned a little redder, and it looked like it had turned purple directly... You must know that boiling so much hot water in a sauna-like environment first, and having to bring buckets of it, didn't make his face completely red.

But no matter what he was thinking in his heart, he didn't dare to make a mistake at this time, just answered yes, and then bowed respectfully and retreated to the other side.

The curtain was lifted slightly, and the air convection brought by the temperature difference mixed in with something else, abruptly invading the boy's nasal passages.

The smell is like the most beautiful cherry blossoms mashed and mixed with the most fragrant and thick milk, which is light, comfortable and intoxicating. But the fly in the ointment is that there is another fishy smell that almost makes you feel sick, two completely different smells are entangled, becoming complex and difficult to name, but they complement each other well, making people not feel a trace of weirdness, and people can't stop it.

This made the boy's heart agitate, and he finally couldn't help but glance back a little.

The woman raised her left arm, gently brushed her long purple hair into braids behind her head, and was not annoyed when she met the young man's gaze, but just smiled, tilted her head pretending to be confused, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

Her smile and words pierced the young man's chest like a sharp blade, making his heartbeat almost stop, but because of this, he didn't dare to make a mistake in front of this woman, but with a more flushed face, he pressed the heart that was about to escape from his chest, and said calmly: "No, it's rude, Lord Ke Aisha." ”

"Hmm."

Ke Aisha nodded, and watched the young man retreat to the curtain in a panic, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned into helplessness.

Even though the boy's gaze was dodging, she still noticed that his attention was hanging limply at her side, itself wrapped in shackles, and tightly tied to his right arm at the back of his waist with hemp rope.

Moreover, there was a hint of heartache in the young man's eyes.

The woman shook her head, put aside the feeling of pity for the time being, stretched out her left hand, and untied her clothes one by one.

Matching her delicate face, she wore a crude and ugly metal chain mail that was completely different from the neck and above, with a layer of close-fitting and comfortable underneath, but the style had no ornamentation, only retained the most basic function, a rudimentary cotton T-shirt and trousers.

But I am afraid that even if any person, no matter how good taste, stood in front of her at this time, he could not, let alone make any comment on her clothes—not because of the face, but because of the chains on the chain mail that rubbed against each other as she moved, and a light dark red snow was already falling on her side.

It's a solid blood clot that is falling into powder!

And as the chain mail is untied little by little, you can still see her inner layer of clothing, and the original color can no longer be seen, but a piece of scarlet that has been completely soaked!

The buckle on the chain mail, because of the relatively simple structure, can be easily unfastened, so that it becomes two pieces of front and back that slide to the ground, and then fold and stack on the small coffee table on the side, but the inner layer is put on, which makes her have to untie the rope that binds her right hand first.

The rope was very strong and soaked in blood, because the rope was thick enough so it was not yet dry, and it was even more slippery, even with both hands, it would take a lot of effort to untie it... However, even though she knew that there was someone waiting after the tent, she had no intention of letting anyone help, and only flicked the index finger of her left hand.

The finger was only green in shape, but in fact its inner side was covered with rough calluses, and the outer side was also smeared with a layer of chocolate under the scorching sun, and even the nails, which had been carefully trimmed and slightly longened, were filled with black stuff, which looked like a dirty claw.

However, it was such a rough and somewhat "pitiful" finger, and with an inconspicuous flick, several hair-making rays of light flashed, and in an instant, the hemp rope that bound her right arm also turned into pieces and fell to the ground!

And after untying this layer of restraints, her right arm, which was rigidly bound by chains and shackles, and her skin was pale, also slid weakly from behind to her side...

It's like a dead thing.

Continuing with precise and swift movements, the woman stripped off the rest of her shirt with one hand, folded it aside, and carefully untied the braided braids, which had been braided so as not to hinder the battle, and which had been glued to a little difficult by the congealed blood, and let her long purple hair fall over her shoulders.

But she didn't rush to the big tub with floating petals, but picked up the bucket next to her with one hand, scooped up a bucket full of hot water in the bucket, put it at her feet, and then sat down on the small stool, scrubbing herself little by little with a towel...

Inch by inch, carefully wipe clean, and then wash the towel in a small bucket until the whole bucket of water turns red.

Then use another bucket and fish another bucket.

Even behind the back that can't be reached with one hand, she has to use her right foot, which is absolutely not called "jade feet", full of scars and calluses, and dyed with a layer of loess, to pick up a towel, hold the bath bucket with her left hand, stand on one foot, bend her right foot back high, and the whole person is in a circle, scrubbing her back in an extremely difficult posture... Fortunately, she knew that the young man outside did not have the courage to peek at the leopard, otherwise everything would be clear at a glance in this posture.

And amazingly, even if she made such an exaggerated big move, there was not a single water stain on the camel hair carpet around her - not at all! Because every splash of water thrown out by the towel is as if it has been calculated, and it falls precisely in two buckets!!

Finally, she lowered her head, dipped her long, waterfall purple hair into the third bucket of water, and gently and carefully scrubbed it with her left hand.

It wasn't until she made sure that every corner of her body had been cleaned that she blew up the charcoal fire at the bottom of the vat and slowly sat down in the large tub with hot water and a soft groan of satisfaction.

It is customary to come from a large hot spring country full of volcanoes and earthquake zones, and bathing is a process of "enjoyment" rather than "cleansing", and it is necessary to wash the whole body before soaking.

"Koesa—" she whispered the name.

“saeko，Busujima-saeko。”

It's just that the three syllables of "saeko" (saeko) are reversed, or the three kana, and in the old days, before she met Xue Qiong again, it was not the first time she used this vest.

This time, however, it was a bit longer.

It's been two and a half years...

After the battle with Jim Renaud, she passed out due to the hedging and overload of two energies, and her memories were only there—and when she woke up, she had already appeared in this strange world that seemed to be the end of the world, but thanks to countless time-travelers, she brought all kinds of magic and miracles.

And there is absolutely no hope of leaving.

Because when the beacon was called, there was no response at all.

And both arms are gone.

This makes it impossible for her to follow the old routine of working for Kazan before she was marked as a reincarnation, spreading the Kazan plague and then cutting through the plane barrier to leave—not to mention that her beacon is still there although it can't be used, and this ability has been sealed after becoming a reincarnation, and her right arm that turned into a ghost hand has been completely paralyzed, how can she control the Kazan virus that resides in her body?

In this situation, for a person like her, who has the "Sword Soul" enhancement as the core, and all the fighting methods revolve around the use of [foreign objects], it is almost a death sentence!

Luckily, she was immediately met by the first mohican-headed thugs who coveted her beauty, but it was just a school of miscellaneous fish, and the emaciated camels were bigger than horses, and she could shoot through their heads with only the stones she spat out of her mouth, and she could break their necks with only a pair of long legs that she had not used to attack before... This gave her a little bit of self-confidence and hope.

So, like those "disabled and strong" role models on TV, she carved out a piece of the wasteland with her mouth and feet, and after finally running into a group of slave catchers from the New Santa Fe Gladiatorial Arena, she simply gave up her resistance...

Thus, she became a glorious gladiator. Although things are still the same as before: except for those who want to kill her and those who want to fall in love with her, she doesn't need to kill anyone, but the efficiency is much higher.

Moreover, since the biggest boss behind this gladiatorial arena, the mayor of the new Santa Fe City, can develop this city without the facilities of previous generations to such an extent, of course, he cannot be a fool, and for the cash cow of the "star gladiator" and "Valkyrie of the battlefield" Ke Aisha, he also provides her with the best conditions as much as possible, including a two-hundred-square-meter villa across the street from the most lively gladiatorial arena, dozens of guards (monitors), and even an exclusive attendant.

It was with the support of this condition, and although she was not aware of it, but it was indeed getting stronger and stronger, and under the tempering of the opponent step by step, Poison Island Tsuneko had already broken through the meridians of her left arm a year ago.

But her right arm, her ghost hand, never moved.

And, just the price of restoring the left arm ...

The water in the tub suddenly stopped, and each petal honestly floated to the edge, and under the swaying light in the brazier, Tsukiko Poison Island saw her current appearance from the calm water:

The neglected hair is already a little split ends.

Without sunscreen, my whole body has been tanned and no longer white.

The skin was rough, and there were calluses on the hands and feet.

How long has it been since you put on makeup?

Poison Island asked herself, if she still had the opportunity to meet that person in this life, perhaps the only thing she could afford to be complacent about was that even in the continuous battles, there was no more scar on her body, except for the feet that were unfamiliar at the beginning and were endowed with more functions.

Moreover, I haven't seen him for two and a half years ...

Soaking in the warm hot water, Poison Island Tsuneko's left hand gradually slid down, but fortunately, it was stopped before it reached its destination.

Tsukiko Poison Island suddenly woke up, and in order to distract herself, she activated the only remaining function of the beacon.

Her lips moved lightly, and she said in an undetectable voice, "Check the progress of the 'Master's general enhancement." ”

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[6. Independently kill characters such as warriors, knights, martial arts martyrs, pilots/pilots, gladiators, etc., or make them lose confidence in martial arts, and the combat effectiveness of a single individual is not lower than the difficulty benchmark of 10, or the kill reward is greater than or equal to 6000 points, and the collection is 100 times (85/100)]

[7. In a one-on-one duel, engage and win 1,000 times with an opponent whose strength is close to the current state of the reincarnation, if you kill the opponent, you will get an extra count, and if the opponent's strength is higher than your own three difficulty benchmarks, you will get an additional count (977/1000)]

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