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The strange ceiling has the right smell.

Slowly opening my eyes, I could not help but twitch at the corners of my mouth as I felt the severe tearing pain all over my body, especially my right hand. The pain almost made me feel like it had turned into a section of sugar cane skin that had been drained of its juice.

This long-lost familiarity with the opening scene and the script made me sigh, have I been too comfortable in the past few years?

Just feel comfortable.

There was movement nearby.

The moment I turned my head to the side, the slight sound of my head rubbing against the pillow woke up the evil dragon Reina who was lying beside the bed. She suddenly raised her head and met her eyes.

Talk, why don't you talk?

I'm a little confused, do you want a patient lying in bed to speak first?

It’s not impossible, the injury is only on the physical body. Compared with the previous times, it is much better. At least I am quite energetic now, although part of it is painful and I have to cheer up.

That's okay, I'm going to do it.

"Don't...don't get me wrong, I'm...not here to take care of you, I just happen to be lying here to sleep!"

"..."

"..."

She held her throat and spoke softly at the beginning, which was replaced by even greater silence. She has a grumpy personality and puts everything on her face. She kept a straight and expressionless face to tell the truth, which made me very uncomfortable.

"Miss Rena? Classmate Rena? Comrade Rena?" The button was pressed three times in a row, but there was no response to the call.

After a long time, three words came out from the corners of her pursed lips.

"sleep."

"oh……"

I shrank my neck, and slowly hid my mouth and nose under the quilt. I can't beat you now that I'm injured. I'll listen to you for the time being, and don't be complacent for too long.

A pair of Gululu's eyes peeked out from the bed, watching the evil dragon Leina stand up, turn around and leave, minding her own business. The autumn wind blew her back, and she looked quite chivalrous like a child of the world.

"Are you sick?" As soon as the evil dragon Leina left, I discovered that Ben Zina was also on the table behind her, so I asked her with my mouth open.

"I don't know if she is sick, but you are definitely sick, monkey."

"Really? I am a patient now." Pretending not to understand Ben Zina's sarcasm? I stared at the disappearing back of the little female dragon outside the door.

"What do you think she is thinking? Is she angry?"

"Probably a little bit." It was rare that Ben Zina didn't stick to her best friend? She followed closely, apparently planning to stay where she was and chat with me for a while.

"What are you angry about? Did I provoke her?"

"Probably not."

"Probably, you may be your sister."

Ben Zina came over.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do to a patient?" I yelled righteously with a stern look.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, now." Benzina still took good care of the patient. She leaned down, took out a pen, and drew on my forehead. Finally, she tapped dozens of times evenly.

Huh? Stupid? Go take a shower as soon as I get better? Erase these writings and see where you aim.

"She is probably feeling uncomfortable. Something like this happened in her own territory and you were so seriously injured." Putting away her pen, Ben Zina explained in a cold voice.

"Will she?" I stared, not knowing who it was. Before the war started, Lao Ma placed a heavy bet on "70% death" in his bet.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to comfort Reina."

"Are you going to comfort me as a patient?" I shouted to Ben Zina who was waving away. Do you still have the humanity to leave the patient here alone?

As soon as Benzina left, Aika Lai's graceful figure appeared at the door. I was refreshed and energetic. My body was twisting obscenely like maggots under the bed despite the severe pain.

"Aikarai, you came just in time."

It would be better if I could change into a nurse uniform.

"They all left me alone." As the third villain in Rogge's camp, it was routine practice to file a complaint first.

"Rena has been watching here all day."

Miss Bailong smiled and sat down where the little female dragon was sitting just now, and glanced at me with her beautiful eyes.

"Seeing that Your Excellency is so energetic and can speak, I feel relieved a lot."

"It's not a serious injury. Look, I can still be like this." As he said this, his body began to move like crazy.

"Don't move, take a good rest."

"Oh..." Miss Bailong's gentle voice carried an irresistible aura, just like the evil dragon Reina just said, "I'll be honest."

What a pity, actually now I just want to listen to the nurse's orders.

"By the way, what was the result?" Thinking of how I was injured, I became excited again.

"Have you lost your memory?" Aikalay tilted his head slightly, looked at me with concern, stretched out his hand and gently touched my forehead, frowning slightly.

"Why are there suddenly so many red spots? I don't understand your human diseases very well. They look very serious."

"No, it will be serious in the future...if you don't clean it up quickly."

Hearing that this was Ben Zina's masterpiece, Miss Bailong covered her mouth and chuckled heartlessly.

"You really don't remember?"

"It seems I still have some impression. Wait a minute and let me think about it."

I was just pretending to think like this, and then I waited for Aika Ameng to help me figure it out. As a result, my brain, which I thought was not very useful, actually recalled something.

In his vague memory, he tried his best to throw out the last self-inflicted nine-fold flame fist. The fire in the sky completely covered the dark light. In the endless flames, Uncle Walter's clear roar came through the flames.

"Do not make jokes!"

Then, a ray of white light cut through the flames and instantly spread in the field of vision, drowning everything.

The memory ends here.

"So, after all the wisdom of you and me, we still lost in the end?" I smacked my lips, thinking that this was like Kobe and I scoring 81 points in one game together.

"That's not right." Seeing that I could still recall it and that my mind was not playing tricks, Aikalay breathed a sigh of relief.

"You won."

"How can I win?" I think my memory should be correct. Except for the most serious injury on my right arm, it is a slash across the entire chest and abdomen. The burning pain that remains to this day is like

It looked like someone was cutting it with a chainsaw.

There is no doubt that this is the masterpiece of Walter's last sentence "Don't be kidding".

"In terms of the degree of damage to both sides, my father did win, although not by much."

"Um?"

"For the last move, my father used all his strength." Facing my confused look, Aikalay explained with a smile.

So that's the case, I said where did he get that flashback attack? It turned out that he got angry and directly violated the rules and used 100% of his power. Then I really won.

But what's the benefit of winning? You'll also be injured more seriously than your opponent.

As a winner, I feel extremely empty inside, and I only feel lonely after winning.

"Haha, I heard that your kid is awake?"

Suddenly, a familiar arrogant and unruly voice came from outside the door, and a gif of "Come over and laugh at me immediately" automatically popped up in my mind.

I strained my neck to look around, and I was slightly startled by the figure that caught my eye.

Walter, who was holding a cigarette pole with one hand and a cane with the other, walked in with the support of Lilith.

"You're not much better, Uncle Walter." Seeing his appearance, I felt much happier.

"It's better than you, I didn't lie in bed and passed out."

"I used too much force and hurt my arm, but it wasn't because of your sword."

"Oh, it seems you are still not convinced?" Walter's pupils condensed.

"Convinced, convinced." Not only did he say this with his mouth, but I also said the word "convinced" in capital letters in my heart. If I was not convinced, Walter's next sentence would definitely be "Then let's have another try."

Come again, come again, it won't be as good as the 50% strength start. The explosion of energy in the opening minute will super kill, and you can finish it in one go and take it away with one set.

The difference in strength is obvious. It's a miracle that we can win a game by chance. I'm not trembling.

"However, if you can hurt me, even if I am at 70% of my strength, you have some ability." Uncle Walter, who was lame and holding a cigarette in his mouth and blowing circles, did not have the coolness of a sick person, but he didn't expect that he could still hurt me.

I can hear words of praise for me from his mouth.

It's not the mocking tone before, but a kind of recognition... right?

"It's just that my strength is still too low. Keep working hard. Lilith, you have to protect me."
To be continued...