The Era of Game

48 The Masters Are Not Very Good

Wan Jingtian sat down on the ground with a cry and said, "Look at my whole body injury, it really hurts."

He was not in a hurry to tell the whereabouts of the man in white, this was not only for the sake of seduction; more importantly, he still couldn't figure out what the other party came from. The white-clothed man Haolai was also rescued by him desperately. If he didn't even hear a word of thanks, wouldn't it be a great loss to just send it to the enemy?

"I ask you where are the people in the bamboo house?!" the middle-aged man said angrily, as if he was not too patient. Wan Jingtian sat on the ground and cried out for pain. This is not a lie. He had just rolled all the way from such a high slope to this place. At this time, the scratches and bruises all over his body were not one hundred or eighty. In short, there are countless counts.

Wan Jingtian gave the middle-aged man a white look, curled his lips and said, "Are you talking about the person with white clothes and white face, who looks sick and dying?"

"Who do you say is going to die?!" The hunter grabbed Wan Jingtian by the collar and pulled him up from the ground.

This hunter is the one who killed the Silver Armored Sword Beast with just one move! Wan Jingtian didn't dare to provoke him, but he still insisted: "He is not dead, but if I rescued him from the bamboo house, he would be as crushed as the bamboo house over there!"

The middle-aged man scolded, "That's not because you attracted the silver armored sword beast!"

Wan Jingtian faintly felt that these two men were very good to the white-clothed man, and they should be friends but not enemies. I thought that this kind of reclusive, self-proclaimed person would come and go alone.

"Good, good," Wan Jingtian shrugged, "I brought the Silver Armored Sword Beast, but I saved the sick child again. Can this be evened out? I am now injured in order to save people. Yes, you have seen it too. So if you want to find the diseased seed as soon as possible, go with me behind your back and I will show you the way."

"Don't take a bite of a sick seed, be careful I pinch you to death!" the hunter gritted his teeth.

"What's wrong with calling a sick rice?" Wan Jingtian said aggrieved: "Otherwise, I don't know what his name is!"

"I don't know or scream!"

"Okay, okay, are you going to find someone on your back?" Wan Jingtian said.

Now he relaxed a bit, and he felt tired and painful, and he really couldn't walk anymore.

When he was escaping for his life just now, he also came with the man in white on his back. Since these two have such a good relationship with the white-clothed man, it is necessary to help him with a physical job.

The hunter and the middle-aged man looked at each other and exchanged glances.

Then, the hunter put Wan Jingtian on his shoulders and said: "Your kid had better tell the truth! Otherwise, I won't have the patience to save your life!"

Whoops, kind of fierce!

By the way, if I let you carry me, what the hell is it if you carry me like anti-sackcloth?

Wan Jingtian originally wanted to enjoy the feeling of being carried away by someone, but he didn't expect to be carried like this, as if he was a little wife kidnapped by bandits.

"Say, where are people?!" The middle-aged man was also anxious and fierce.

Could the masters have a bad temper?

Wan Jingtian curled his lips. Since they are great, he is not qualified to care about his attitude. He pointed in a direction and said, "I carried him over there."

As soon as the voice fell, the hunter and the middle-aged man rushed in the direction that Wan Jingtian said.

A strong person walks fast. Wan Jingtian thought he had ran a long way with the man in white on his back, and arrived here in a blink of an eye.

Well, although it is actually not far away. When a scarred person flees with an unconscious person on his back, the perception of distance and time will always be somewhat different from the reality.

At the place Wan Jingtian said, the man in white sat leaning on a big tree, still awake, the same as when Wan Jingtian left.

When the hunter saw him, he threw Wan Jingtian on his shoulders to the ground casually, and ran over nervously with the middle-aged man.

They squatted down, shook the white-clothed man gently, and said, "Sir, sir! You wake up!"

Wan Jingtian gave them a white look and said, "It's useless, I have called for a long time just now, and there is no response at all, otherwise I won't have to drag him out so hard."

The middle-aged man handed the hunter a cowhide water bag, and the hunter would fill it with the man in white after receiving it. Upon seeing this, Wan Jingtian hurriedly stopped, he grabbed the hunter's wrist and said, "What are you going to do? What is in your water bag?"

Again, this person was saved by Wan Jingtian at the risk of his life. Since he was saved, he was saved to the end, but he could not be harmed unexplainedly.

The hunter glanced at Wan Jingtian, then raised his neck and gave himself a sip. He said, "It's just some water."

"Oh." Wan Jingtian took a step back.

The middle-aged man looked at Wan Jingtian nervous and laughed instead. He said, "Why, do you think we are going to kill Mr.? Don't say we absolutely won't, even if it's true, if we both want to kill someone, we still use Can it be poisoned?"

Wan Jingtian recalled the appearance of the silver armored sword beast hanging in the air and bursting, and the middle-aged man's ability to put the long sword on his neck silently, and felt that they made sense. Don't say that the white-clothed man is asleep now, even if he is awake, he definitely can't compete with those two men who are full of fighting capacity.

But because of Wan Jingtian's reaction, the middle-aged man eased his attitude towards Wan Jingtian. He said: “It seems that your husband might have been saved by you. But even if it is true, it is considered that your merits and demerits are equal. , Don't think we will thank you. What is your name?"

Wan Jingtian just saved people, but he felt that it was a life anyway, and he couldn't stand and die under the footsteps of the silver armored sword beast, but he did not expect that there were two powerful characters behind the white man. But now he was thankful that he had made that choice, otherwise even if he escaped from the bamboo house for a while, there would still be the double life of the Silver Armored Sword Beast and these two people behind, it would be really difficult to live.

This person seems to be doing good deeds.

Wan Jingtian was relieved. He felt that his life with the man in white should be carefree. He replied, "My name is Wan Jingtian, how about you?"

"My name is Chen Zhong and his name is Chen Yi." The middle-aged man pointed to himself, and then to the hunter who was feeding the white-clothed man.

Chen Zhong, Chen Yi? Loyalty? They sounded decent names. "Are you brothers?" Wan Jingtian asked, "They don't look alike."

Chen Zhong was thirty-five-six, well-proportioned, and exuberant; Chen Yi was twenty-seven-eight, muscular, rough and bold. Although there is no big problem with age, the image and temperament are indeed very different.

Chen Zhong smiled and replied: "It is not a real brother, it is better than a real brother."

"Not brothers, then your name is really fate." Wan Jingtian sighed.

Chen Zhong smiled without saying a word, and stopped talking to Wan Jingtian. His eyes looked at the white-clothed man in Chen Yi's arms with concern.

While Chen Yi carefully fed the white-clothed man with water, he kept calling him. After a while, the man in white really slowly opened his eyes.