The situation was really pretty bad, and Martin had no doubt that if two decent orcs jumped out at this time, he had only two possibilities: either kneel or zoom in. The ability to split fruits is a bit scary for ordinary people, but for the gods, I don't know if it's a taboo.

Martin was a little worried.

Beside her, Franise was still vomiting, and the water that should have been vomited should have been vomited, but she looked like she was going to drain all the seawater in her body, and she actually picked her throat, and as a result, she vomited a lot of sour and rancid things.

Seeing that there were no enemies around, Martin instinctively wanted to reach out and pat her on the back.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Martin froze.

What a beautiful beauty.

This kind of alluring posture, Martin's first reaction after seeing it was a queen, a princess or something.

Francis's beauty easily caught all his attention.

Previously, she had hidden her entire body in a full set of silver helmets, and had to strip off her armor in order to save her, and at this moment, her delicate jade body was half-exposed and half-covered through a very decent set of Rick Imperial military uniforms trimmed with gold on a black background.

Because of the kneeling position, the plump and elastic peaks appear quite visually striking under the action of gravity, and they are connected to the soft and round buttocks through the slender waist to form a perfect curve.

When the sea soaked all her clothes and had to stick to her body, her thighs and calves were smooth and well-proportioned, and people couldn't help but reverie.

Shoulder-length blond hair, wet on her shoulders and back, when she noticed Martin's gaze, she looked up, and Martin saw a pair of eyes that looked like jewels.

Despite the panic and uneasiness in it, its shining light could not be concealed.

Needless to say, her pure face, which was enough to make countless noble maidens and ladies jealous, had nothing but to prove the favor of the goddess.

Elegant and noble temperament, but with Valkyrie-like heroism.

When the bright red lips and stubborn eyes are matched together, it always makes that noble face inadvertently flow and makes men have a desire - the desire to conquer it!

The way she looked at Martin, she was growing up, and of course she knew the lethality of her beauty. At every banquet, she was the center of attention, and all the men couldn't take their eyes off her.

If other men were so stunned and looking at her without blinking, she would definitely be angry in the face of such rude behavior!

But this man was her savior.

The life-saving benefactor who was just kicked and fainted by her, and after waking up, he still selflessly tried his best to save her from the deep water of despair.

She never wants to owe someone a favor.

At first, she had little chance of owing.

Second, it is always difficult to repay favors.

What's more, this time it is not a favor that is owed, but a fate!

The so-called friendship of life is nothing more than this.

Her arrogance makes it difficult for her to bow her head. Martin's gaze made her so embarrassed.

"Look...... Have you seen enough? Silver Armor is a delicate aristocratic girl, are you disappointed? Mr. Golden Twinkle. ”、

The soft and hard words made Martin sober up.

He showed an apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, you're so pretty. I have to admit that you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. ”

"Thank you!" said to say thank you, but Francis was clearly not grateful, more like a polite reply.

What else could Martin do, he could only show an awkward and polite smirk.

It took a while for Martin to ask, "Can you still walk?"

Francis instinctively stretched out her arm, but halfway through, she stubbornly said, "I can take care of myself." ”

Martin was stunned, then grabbed her arm directly.

"You...... What are you doing?"

"Don't pretend to be strong. The detachment after drowning is not something that can be eliminated in a short period of time. It's a favor for me, don't resist. Your quick recovery of combat strength is also a disguised increase in my chances of survival. At this point, Martin looked into the distance.

Along with the gradually shrinking poisonous circle seen in the spiritual sea, at the far end of the horizon, a green curtain that penetrated the sky and the earth was gradually closing towards them.

Looking at the translucent, but disgusting green mud of the poison circle barrier, Francis also shuddered, and finally stopped resisting, and let Martin take her arm and move one foot deep and shallow on the sand.

Perhaps the gods were also inexperienced in shrinking circles, and the speed of shrinking circles was not very fast, at least much slower than in PUBG, which allowed Martin to bring Francis into the circle before the poison circle shrank.

There was a dead silence all around, but fortunately, there was a two-storey brick and timber house that resembled a townhouse next to the beach.

Martin stopped near the door and listened for ten seconds before he put Franise down and tiptoed himself to it. It took a while to turn back.

"Nobody! There were some good things in the room. You'll need it. ”

Entering the house, which was well lit, Frankie had no trouble seeing what Martin had called a good thing—several sets of men's and women's clothes, all hung quietly in an open closet.

These ownerless clothes are so eerie that it makes Francis feel creepy.

But Martin, who is used to playing Jedi escape games, really feels normal that there are clothes, shoes and socks in the room.

He didn't talk nonsense, he went up directly and picked out a set of clothes similar to his own body, picked it up and walked upstairs: "There's a bathroom over there." You went and changed it yourself. If you don't change your wet clothes, you'll catch a cold. ”

Franise wanted to refuse, but she didn't feel it when she swam in the sea, and when she got ashore, the sticky feeling made her feel like crazy.

Biting her lip gently, she didn't object after all. Patrolling left and right, gritting her teeth, she went to the bathroom with a set of fine linen women's clothes that she had never seen before.

After a while, the two of them, who had become dry again, met again in the hall downstairs in clothes that didn't fit well.

Franise noticed that Martin had changed into a pair of boots, and there was an abnormal bulge on the left side, which he should have hidden a dagger into.

She couldn't help but feel a little angry, her temporary ally, was hit by a meteor and fell into the water, why was he still fully armed except for a crossbow!

Not to mention that the silver helmet had to cut off the rope and sink to the bottom of the water, and even her sword, which was not too suitable, fell off.

If she ran into an orc now, she would definitely be no different from an ordinary little girl who was forced into a corner of the wall and could only scream.

"What do we do now?"

"Gou!"