Three people, one old and two young, were in tatters, embarrassed, and covered in bruises on the grass in front of the convoy, and it seemed that they had been unconscious for a long time.

By the time Sith arrived at the back of the line, Mustache and a few other mercenaries had already picked them up and placed them on the front of the wagons. Anyway, the flatbed truck is very large, and it won't be too crowded to put three more people on it.

"Third child, what's the situation?"

Walking up to the wagon, looking at the three extra wounds, Ciss frowned and looked at the mustache.

"Miss, they seem to be the survivors who survived the wolf tide before, only the three of them, and it is estimated that the others are dead. The mustache said.

"Survivor ...... after the wolf tide"

Frowning and groaning for a while, Sith sighed, raised her head, looked at the mustache and said, "Take them first, and let them leave when they reach the mercenary alliance." It's hard to survive, and if they just leave it alone, they're really dead...... You watch here, and I'll go and get Mr. Magician and see if he can heal them. ”

"Yes!"

Several mercenaries, led by the mustache, responded in unison, and watched as Sis, who had just arrived, turned back to the back of the line. And when Sith was far enough away, the mustache showed a smug smile, elbowed the young mercenary beside him, tilted his head to look at him, and raised his chin:

"What's the matter, what the third brother said is right, young man, you are still too tender!"

The young mercenary who was pestled by him shook his head in amazement, feeling a little incredible: "The head of the regiment usually has such a good heart, and he really left these three guys behind! ”

"If you want Miss to listen to this, you have to peel your skin!"

Several mercenaries around looked at this bold guy with terrifying eyes, and then laughed.

"By the way, third brother, why do you know so much about Miss's character...... No, it doesn't seem to be just a character, other places ......" The young mercenary, who seemed to think of something, glared, showed two rows of white teeth, looked at the mustache, and deliberately asked in a low voice:

"Could it be ......?"

"Rabbit cub, Lao Tzu kicked you to death!"

The mustache stepped forward directly and kicked the buttocks of the goods, and scolded with a smile: "Lao Tzu is enough to be the grandfather of the young lady, why did you let the donkey kick your head!"

"Hahaha......"

......

"Three new wounds?"

Disturbed for the second time, Curry, who had reluctantly closed the book he had just opened, tilted his head and squinted at Seath, "You mean you want me to do extra work?"

"In short, you can't see death without help, in a word, it's okay or not!"

For some reason, Sith is always very serious and resolute at such times. While noticing her rare and unusual gaze, Curry narrowed his eyes, it was that kind of look that made him make the decision to lose money in the first place, and now he has to mix with this group of unqualified mercenaries, and it is difficult to live a "hard life" that is completely opposite to before, but ......

"Forget it, I've already lost money anyway, so what if I lose a little more. ”

With a sad sigh in his heart, Curry stretched his waist fiercely, and with a stretch of his hand, he rolled over from the back of the old earth dragon and landed firmly beside Sisi.

"Let's go, I'll take a look, but don't waste too much of my time, I'm busy. ”

......

"Alas, third brother, there is nothing else to do anyway, look at what is in the suitcase on this old man's back?"

A few of the mercenaries who were waiting for Sith and Curry to have nothing to do suddenly became interested in the old man among the three, and reached out to take it off.

"It's like a box. ”

Put this square leather box on the ground, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the third brother opened the lid and then ......

"What are these things?"

Looking at the box full of thumb-sized bottles, the mercenaries felt a pain in their hearts. I thought I could see something good, but this looks like a ...... I really don't know what it looks like!

"En......"

The mustache touched the mustache, reached out and picked up one of the vials, unscrewed the cap, leaned in and sniffed it, but his face turned red all of a sudden!

"Wow!"

Staring at the big eyes of a cow, the mustache shuddered up and down violently, and when he looked at the inconspicuous vial, his eyes completely changed. With a trembling hand, he brought the vial to his lips, took a sip, and ......

Turning around stiffly, he looked at the mercenaries around him who were a little overwhelmed because of his abnormality, reached out and handed the vial to one of them, and the moment the other party took it, he grinned and lay down straight.

"Third brother!"

"Third brother!"

"What's wrong with you, third brother!"

Looking at the mustache lying on the ground, several young mercenaries were completely confused, grabbing the mustache and shaking it violently. But no matter how they shook it, the mustache didn't react at all, and his face kept the same expression as he fell, grinning and smirking.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what are you doing!"

As the familiar scolding sounded, Ciss, dressed in red, and Curry, who was dressed in a black magic cloak, walked over quickly, looking at the blushing mustache like a monkey's butt on the ground, and his brows furrowed.

"What's going on!"

"Uh......" Several unlucky guys looked at each other, and finally could only explain the situation to the head of the regiment one by one.

"Commander, we know it's wrong, but it's important to save the third brother now, I think he seems to be very serious......"

Looking at Sith's gloomy face, several small mercenaries shrank their necks and swallowed hard. Usually, this regiment leader is so powerful in their hearts that when they look at Sisi at this time, they all have the feeling that their uncle has seen their mother-in-law, if it weren't for the fact that both legs were weak, they would have to jump and run.

"It's pretty rare. ”

Turning his head, he saw that Curry, who was squatting on the ground next to the square suitcase, was holding a vial with the same moustache as before, and he was holding a vial that was the same as the moustache before, and he coughed violently a few times, stood up and exhaled a few deeply, feeling better.

"What's that?" Sith frowned and looked at the vial in Curry's hand, "Is he okay with the third child?"

"How's that guy's drinking?" Instead of answering Cissy's question directly, Curry put the vial back in the box and asked a completely nonsensical question.

"At least the ten altars are fine, what's wrong?" said Sith after a moment's thought, a little uncertain.

"Then it's okay, it's good that it's him, and if it were someone else, he would have died unjustly. Curry looked at the suffocating expression on the mustache lying on the ground, smiled and shook his head.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Not only Siss, but all the mercenaries present at the moment looked at Curry with eager eyes, their curiosity had been completely aroused, and they would be crazy if they couldn't get an answer!

"This thing...... Curry smiled, his face in the dark was flushed but full of banter, "It's simple, this is actually ......"