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As for the little maid, Mr. Luo has always trained her as a warrior.

The newcomer is strong enough and will not affect the plot, so he can be immediately dragged out to see the blood.

In ancient times, even in the prosperous times, there were still bandits and bandits running rampant in the world.

Not to mention that from time to time there would be burning, killing and looting by aliens at the border.

The cliff cave where Tilapia still lives happens to be near the border town.

Everything is lacking, the most indispensable thing is the bandits who burn, kill, loot and wander around the trade roads.

The already large wooden bed in the cave dwelling was enlarged again. A dozen girls looked excited and chattered about what they saw and heard when they went out.

"I killed a slave-trading caravan yesterday. There were many people inside..."

"It's normal." After the girl finished speaking, the friend next to her said disdainfully: "Trading slaves is nothing. I recently found out that there is some kind of temple a few hundred miles away, and the people there are hateful.

The monks and the nobles enslaved the common people together, and would beat the common people to death if they disagreed.

And...I heard that it is very popular to skin beautiful girls and use them to make..." The little girl who spoke had a look of resentment on her face and said fiercely: "Wait, it will be your turn in two days.

When I see blood, I will slaughter all the nobles and monks there."

"Come on you.

You don't even dare to kill chickens, but you still slaughter them, how dare you." The friends around him sneered and couldn't help but ridicule.

"that is.

I caught some pheasants and hares a few days ago, and asked you to help deal with one that you kept away from, and even killed someone." As soon as the girl finished speaking, all the little sisters immediately laughed and joked.

Despite her harsh words, she is actually just a silver-tongued person who only talks the talk.

When a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, she is the most suitable person.

When I see him alive, he cannot bear to see him die; when he hears his voice, he cannot bear to eat his flesh; therefore a gentleman cooks far away.

If you can't bear to kill someone else, the little girl will enjoy the delicious food.

"snort!"

"I think rabbits and pheasants are cute, so I don't want to kill them.

Just wait, I will chop off the heads of those nobles one by one in a few days."

"How about...I'll catch a few more pheasants and hares later, and you can practice your skills later." Someone else joked.

"Go away, you don't have to meddle in other people's business." The little girl glared at the little sisters.

A group of people were sitting on the king-size wooden bed, laughing and joking, pushing and shoving, having a great time.

However, the laughter stopped abruptly with the sound of wood rubbing against each other.

Following the footsteps, a little girl with long hair hanging down to her waist and her hair simply tied up walked into the room first.

The girl was wearing Hanfu that suited the era, her pink outer skirt was stained red with blood, her eyes were dull, and she seemed to have lost her soul.

"Wenwen?" Seeing that the little sisters who went out to practice today were like zombies, a group of people quickly jumped out of bed and ran forward in twos and twos. The two nearest people supported the person.

"Wenwen, although I don't know who your target is, since the master asked you to do it, the person who died must be a bad guy.

Wake up, you are doing good and eliminating evil, they all deserve to die."

Without asking, a few people could roughly guess the situation, and someone quickly comforted him.

"Killing one bad person can save the lives of countless good people. You are not killing people, you are saving them."

Not everyone is crazy, and they will get over it quickly after killing someone for the first time.

A girl named Wenwen obviously left a lot of psychological shadow after taking the initiative to kill people.

Otherwise, with her strength, she wouldn't be covered in blood.

"Help Wenwen take off her clothes. There is blood everywhere."

"That's right.

Go prepare hot water and let Wenwen relax and relax."

With each other's words, Wenwen was quickly stripped naked and put into warm water.

When Tilapia came back, she happened to see Wenwen, who was still dazed, soaking in the bathtub, and several little girls gathered around the bathtub to comfort her.

"Just kill a few bandits, one by one, don't make a fuss."

While talking, he took out two local wild goats and threw them into the kitchen.

"A few people will go over and take care of it. Let's cook the pot and roast the whole lamb tonight."

"As commanded."

Seeing Tilapia coming back, a group of people quickly got out of their seats and went about their business.

Tilapia walked to the bathroom, sat by the wooden bucket, and looked directly into Wenwen's eyes.

After a long time, he slowly stretched out his big hand, covered the girl's head and rubbed it: "You are now hundreds of years old, not the little earth anchor who was once a teenager.

After hundreds of years of practice, if you can't even see through life and death, then these hundreds of years have really been wasted."

Tilapia's words seemed to have magic power, and Wenwen's eyes, which were originally blank, gradually became brighter, and then she burst into tears.

The white and big car lights rise and fall on the water, making ripples.

Seeing this, a group of people handling goats in the kitchen turned their heads at the same time, looking worriedly toward the bathroom.

The room has no walls, no glass, and is completely open.

Unless you set up a barrier, it is a whole.

Everyone knew clearly what Tilapia said and Wenwen's reaction.

Tilapia raised his hand and pinched the person's face, then took it back slowly: "If you cry, don't do what you did just now.

You are not a child, let alone, even if you are a child, the enemy will not coddle you."

"Um."

The crying stopped and turned into sobbing. Wenwen nodded vigorously and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

As a result, my arms were soaked in water, and with each swipe, my face became even more wet.

"One or two, it's really not a worry." Looking at Wenwen who was no longer sobbing, Tilapia stood up and walked towards the big bed.

"Two sheep, one for roasting and one for shabu-shabu, which is delicious."

"As commanded."

"Master, don't worry, I will prepare the ingredients right now."

Seeing that their friend had recovered, a group of little girls immediately returned to their careless appearance and started busy again.

"Some people are preparing side dishes, and some people are going out to light the fire. It's really lively."

After simply cleaning her body and shaking off the water drops, Wenwen was like a little kitten. She climbed onto the bed and carefully nestled into the arms of the tilapia.

After being scolded for a few times, I became more conscious, but it was my first time to kill someone, and I still had the mental shadow of having killed dozens of people in a row, which was not so easy to calm down.

I joined the maid corps as a teenager and have been training, training, training for hundreds of years. How can I grow older?

"Master, are you useless?" The little girl opened and closed her red lips, and her warm breath hit Tilapia's neck.

It's itchy and annoying.

Tilapia had no expression on her face, so she naturally found Wenwan walnuts and put them on the palm of her hand.

"This is your first time killing someone. So far, you are probably the worst person I know.

Others, at least, didn't show off like you did afterwards."

It's rare for Tilapia to put down her acting skills and tell people the truth.

Little did he know that his words almost made Wenwen autistic.

Not only was the search for comfort unsuccessful, but people also made fun of and ridiculed me, which made me feel miserable.

The little girl's face fell and she said in dissatisfaction: "Killing people, I don't believe it. All the sisters in the maid group performed better than this slave when they first killed someone."

"I can't say it's outstanding, at least it's not like your performance.

Moreover, others are dozens of years old when they first see blood, but you are the only group of people who are hundreds of years old, and each of them has reached the peak of human beings, and they are particularly stretched out."

"Master, Wenwen is the only one who pulls her crotch. You can't beat everyone to death with one stick."

"that is.

You took your slave out the day before yesterday, and I thought your performance was pretty good."

Tilapia's words immediately caused a group of little girls to express their dissatisfaction.

Wenwen's pink little face was as red as a little apple. Otherwise, the little sisters at the same time would look at her intentionally or unintentionally when they retorted.

Just say it clearly, Wenwen, you are holding back all the sisters in the same period.

A group of little girls were chattering, and the tilapia was watching the fun happily.

Only Wenwen curled herself up into a ball, embarrassed to participate in the discussion because of her crotch pull.

It was so shameful, so shameful, that the girl even temporarily forgot about the bloodiness of the murder and felt so ashamed.
Chapter completed!