I can't open my eyes, so I can't see who is coming, but given that there are only two outsiders who enter the house, it's actually easy to guess the identity of the other party.

Sure enough, with a hint of nervous breathing in the light and rapid process, a soft and tender little hand touched his face, touched the east and west, and pinched his nose as if he doubted the truth...... Then he put it down and leaned into the bottom of the quilt, held his arm for a moment, felt the obviously abnormal hypothermia, and then moved to his chest and pressed it lightly for a few seconds - after confirming that the heart rate had not changed significantly, he pulled out with a little reluctance.

That's it?

Fooled around?

Just as Egg breathed a sigh of relief again, the little hand slipped in from the other edge of the bed without warning, this time no longer looking left and right, but moving quickly and purposefully across his waist and lower abdomen, and then slid down an inch, pressing accurately on little Egger.

Although the body is temporarily unable to move, the nerve endings that are not paralyzed still faithfully and keenly transmit all the sensations of touch back to the brain.

Egger felt like his hair was standing on end.

No matter what kind of image he looks like in the eyes of outsiders, but after ignoring his status and ignoring his status, he is still a normal man physiologically...... In this kind of situation, without any psychological preparation, the best brother suddenly fell into her hands, and it was impossible not to be nervous.

What does this little girl want to do? Could it be that she wants to judge whether he is pretending to be dead by looking at his body "can he be stone-more"?!

But doesn't she know that reactions like the Force-Force-Walking-Self are divided into two types: psychological and reflexive, and are not completely controlled by the higher centers of the brain, and even patients who are really asleep or even in a coma can appear, and cannot be used as a way to test whether others are poisoned?

Wait, expecting an underage natives of this world to understand so much is too demanding, she probably doesn't know!

Then you have to do everything you can to curb your body's reaction!

Egger is not an agent or a spy, he has never been trained in such an unpopular skill, if it is on weekdays, of course, this is a fantasy, but he is now in the body of Melisandre's series of hibernation spells and Master Coben's paralyzing potion, both pronged, not only is the reaction slightly sluggish, but the supply of blood pressure lowering after the heartbeat slows down is also a big problem, as long as a little persistence, it is enough to drag the people around him to notice that something is wrong and take action to solve the siege!

Within a second or two, Egger had a clear idea of what to do, but - things didn't go in the direction he expected: Missandei took his brother's little hand, neither rubbing nor moving, but after a brief exploration of the familiar structure, quickly dived down again, grabbed his more fragile core, and did not hesitate to retract his fingers when he had no time to prepare for it!

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If the pain is graded from 0 to 10, then according to the differences in personal constitution, endurance and will, the pain experience of different men to broken eggs will probably oscillate between "10 points", "10 points" and "undescribeable for the table".

Because the nerves are dense and there is very little strong contact with foreign objects other than friction, the pain caused by the trauma here is not only intense but also extremely unfamiliar, and no one can resist it purely by the will without targeted experience training. In an instant, the tsunami-like terrifying and rapid pain rushed into his brain from the bottom up, instantly sweeping through Egg's entire consciousness - just like condensing the pain of a woman's entire childbirth into half a second, in the face of this surging pain far beyond the threshold of patience, reason had no time to play a role: what a decisive plan once and for all, what a plan to fool the queen by pretending to be dead, and what a big chess piece to push the Seven Kingdoms to establish a royal territory...... It was all washed away, and for a moment there was only one thing left in Egger's mind:

Hurt!!!

He should have bent down and curled up in a ball, he should have held his lower abdomen so painfully that he lost his voice, he should have rolled in pain while convulsing...... In short, he will make some drastic actions to completely expose the fact of pretending to be dead, so that all the foreshadowing and preparations in front of him will be in vain, so that he will be forced to choose a backup plan, the next strategy of the next strategy: slaying the dragon and kidnapping the queen.

But Master Coben's paralysis potion established a miraculous work at this moment - as a medical product to assist surgery, although it cannot really paralyze people, it can make all the movements of the user much weaker and slower than usual, and this characteristic has led to the fact that the pain peak that could have crossed the border in only half a second has been disintegrated and distributed into a few seconds, and this seemingly insignificant weakening is enough to make Egg, who would have jumped up, bent down and rolled hard, suffocating into a slight leg clamp, Twitching and writhing.

Such a change would not have reversed the inevitable outcome of the exposure...... Because Missandei's hand hadn't left yet, no matter how slight the movement of her body was in close contact, she couldn't escape her perception.

Thankfully, Iger wasn't alone, and he had teammates — the land-givers standing at the bedside — who weren't going to watch Daenerys' handmaidens manipulate and torture their commander-in-chief.

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Here, Egger struggled with a pain he had never experienced in his life.

On the other side, the little clerk who had just broken off his grandson's grip was also red-faced, red-eared, and his cheeks were burning, and his little heart was in his throat.

Although a former slave girl, Missandei was still young before Daenerys was freed from the good masters, and was discovered to have a remarkable gift for language, and the slave owners who possessed her chose to train her as a clerk and translator rather than a bed slave...... The division of labor among slaves was clear and there were very few part-time jobs, which led to this: this was the first time she had such unhindered contact with the body of the opposite sex in the strict sense of the word.

Shame was only a small part of Missandei's emotions at the moment, and fear and nervousness were the protagonists—she knew all too well how dangerous her move was: if her suspicions were frustrated, she was disrespectful to the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, and with the Queen's backing, she was mostly fine. But once the guess is true, the commander-in-chief of the night watch, who is pretending to be dead, will definitely jump up in anger and wave his hand murderously to order the arrest...... When the time comes, Daenerys will even be a target herself, let alone protect herself and the healers who come with her.

After a shake, Missanda let go of her fingers and held her breath for the outcome to be known, but things didn't go her way: someone did jump up in a rage—not Egger on the bed, but the guards who stood by and stared at her the whole time.

"What are you doing!" Harvey, the captain of the guard, roared like thunder, and drew his sword with a "clang" sound of metal scratching.

For a girl about the same age as Messila, Missandei was probably both smart and brave. But no matter how loyal Daenerys is and willing to sacrifice for her, she is just a helpless little girl after all...... The courage summoned out of loyalty and duty had been exhausted in the matter of "attacking the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch", so much so that when another armed adult male soldier with a fierce expression came towards her with a sword on his back, she was immediately frightened and screamed and fell backwards, only to stumble on the stool beside the bed where the two "doctors" had sat before, and lean back, her ass hitting the ground and facing the ground firmly.

"What are you doing?" Melisandre asked, knowing everything in her eyes, and immediately reacted, making a confused expression.

"What do you see this stinky girl doing!" Harvey clenched his grip on the steel sword and said in a tone of suppressed rage as he forced Missandei to the ground.

"What can she do as a little girl?" The red-robed woman raised her eyebrows, stood between the two, and pretended to confront her: "Put down your sword!"

"Lord Commander-in-Chief is unconscious, life and death are uncertain, so it doesn't matter if the bullshit queen doesn't come to visit, send a maid, and take advantage of Lord Egger's coma to touch him?" Harvey looked angry and lost his mind, and glared at Melisandre viciously: "Old witch, Lord Commander-in-Chief respects you, brothers give you face, if something happens to him, you will be no different from a fart in our eyes! Get out of the way!"

Melisandre narrowed her eyes, her eyes flashing with a fierce light, and her tone was not good: "Oh, if I don't let it, do you want to try it, what is the difference between me and a fart?"

The guard confronted the red-robed woman for a moment, made a look of being cowardly because of fear, took a step back, and redirected the spearhead of the language at the little clerk who was rubbing his ass and trying to get up from the ground with difficulty: "Hey, pony flea hooves! If there is a shortage of men, just say it, there are a lot of brothers in this barracks for you to choose from, stay away from the people you shouldn't touch!"

The healer sent by the queen was still exchanging antidote with Cobain one moment ago, and the next second the scene had turned up to the level of saber rattling, and the situation changed so quickly that he was so frightened that he froze in place, and he didn't dare to pit for half a sound, and finally Master Coben bent down and helped up Missandei, who had fallen to the ground in fright, with a kind face.

"Harvey, calm down. This girl is just trying to wake up the Commander-in-Chief in the way of 'giving stimulation', this is a very common operation in medicine, and there is no malicious intent, don't be uncommon and strange!" The old bachelor pretended to appease the frantic guards, while holding the small paperwork, gently pushing her towards the door, and lowered his head to remind her and the already frightened Potter: "Hurry up, Lord Commander-in-Chief is poisoned, the most panicked thing is this group of henchmen who followed him from the south, and they are in a hurry, and they are really doing everything right now!"

"Right...... I'm sorry, I ...... I...... Now go and inform the Queen!" Missandei was so frightened that she could not even speak, and dragged her healer to nod and retreat, and finally glanced at the bed of the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch, and quickly opened the door and fled.

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