The first two demon spiders were almost instantly burned to ashes, so that the other demon spiders who rushed to the front could not stop at all, so they could only barely launch an attack. One of the demon spiders was lucky enough to touch Rega's side rib with their foot claws, tearing a long and narrow wound under his black cloak, and blood immediately sprayed out of the wound. But before it could continue to attack, the Heron Sword cut off its head with a beautiful spiral.

The remaining demon spiders screamed in horror and retreated to escape, but the Heron Sword had absorbed enough blood from the monsters, and the sword light surged like a rainbow. Lei Jia just waved it lightly in the air for a few times. The demon spiders were cut in half by the sword light, and the sword fire immediately turned them into ashes.

The last slightly thin demon spider had no choice but to retreat. He was forced into a dead corner by Lei Jia. He could only scream in horror, raise his front claw high, and pose in despair.

Seeing that the situation was settled, the villagers who were hiding ran out of the bunker and shelter, shouting excitedly: "Kill it! Kill it!"

Lei Jia frowned slightly, and the Heron Sword quickly took action, cutting off the front claw of the demon spider lifted, then returned the sword to the sheath and walked out of the corner calmly.

The demon spider screamed, and green mucus kept flowing from the broken claws. It seized the opportunity, quickly jumped out of the fence, and disappeared into the rising sunlight.

The villagers who had just heard the sound of killing were all stunned.

"Your Mightiness--"

Although the village chief still called him respectfully, there was a faint anger in his voice, "Why did you let it go?"

Faced with the entire Feng Lin Village's gaze, Rega was not in a hurry to explain. His ribs were aching, and the most urgent task was to deal with the wound that was cut by the demon spider's foot claw in the battle.

Facing the attack of more than a dozen demon spiders at the same time, it is difficult for even heroes to win at such a small price, but there is no trace of victory on Rayga's pretty face, and his firm lips are still tightly pursed together.

He walked to a relatively clean place, put the heron sword in his hand aside, and untied the cloak on his body.

The cloak was full of holes, and it was nothing more than a crack, but the shirt inside was also scratched, and blood poured out of the wound and stuck to the shirt. It felt like a tear when you moved a little.

"hateful."

A thin wrinkle gathered between Rega's handsome eyebrows and murmured to himself: "I'm still not fast enough..."

If it weren't for relying on the heron sword in his hand and the temporarily absorbed blood of the monster, with his current ability, it would be impossible to win.

...It must be stronger.

Rega gritted his teeth and pulled the broken fabric off the wound. The severe pain made his brows frown even tighter. He raised his elbow and carefully observed the narrow and long wound under his ribs. Observing the wound will help to accurately heal the wound, and secondly, it will be able to summarize combat experience and not make the same mistakes again.

The village chief instructed the villagers to clean up the mess of Fenglin Village, and he personally brought a basin of clear water and sent it to Lei Jia respectfully.

"Your Excellency, please forgive me for the tone of my speech just now. I was just in a hurry. Please use clean water to clean the wound."

The village chief stole a glance at the Heron Sword beside Lei Jia's hand and quickly withdrew his gaze. He was very dissatisfied with Lei Jia's intentional release of the last demon spider, but after all, Lei Jia killed most of the demon spiders, and the strength he showed was not something that ordinary people like him dared to commit crimes, so he could only hold back and not mention it.

"Thanks."

Lei Jia did not refuse the village chief's kindness. The demon spider's feet had a very poisonous place. The wound must be treated with clean water before using a blood coagulant to stop bleeding. However, the wound was too narrow and he could not clean some places close to his back.

"Your Excellency, let me find someone to help you!"

The old village chief said nothing and turned around and waved to the door panel of a house in the distance, "Axing, come and help you clean the wound!"

The gap between the door panel carefully opened the gap, and a young woman's face was revealed in the crack of the door, and she said in a coward: "Grandpa..."

"Come on!" the village chief urged.

The woman called A Xing was obviously frightened by the tragic situation outside the house, but she seemed to be even more afraid to disobey the village chief's order. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly walked out from behind the door panel, lowered her head nervously, staring at her toes, and walked towards Lei Jia, as if something heavy was pressing on her body.

"Your Mightiness……"

A Xing bowed slightly to Lei Jia, his movements were stiff and unruly, and he obviously did not use etiquette often. Her eyes were erratic, and she glanced at the heron sword beside Lei Jia from time to time, and her body was tight like a stringed bar on it, as if she was afraid that Lei Jia would pull out the heron sword and chop it towards her in the next second.

Her nervous look made Rega suspicious, but considering that the girl had never seen such a tragic scene, Rega didn't care too much.

"Useless things, they are slow and slow, just to show my shame!" The village chief shouted angrily at Ah Xing.

"I'm sorry, grandpa, A Xing was wrong..." A Xing's voice was as thin as a mosquito and flies, and his face was about to be buried in his chest.

Her face was not pretty. Her nose was small, her cheekbones were high, and her freckles were very obvious. Her big eyes were full of frightening and she had no spirit. Her blue lips were trembling because she had just witnessed the cruel scene. Her brown hair looked as dry and messy as overly mature corn ears. However, under her mediocre appearance, her skin was as white as newly squeezed goat milk, and the two breasts on her chest were even more tall and proud, squeezing each other in her thin and thin dress, almost jumping out.

——From the standards of a village girl, Ah Xing is indeed considered a beauty.

"Your Excellency," the village chief introduced to Rega with a little smugness: "This is my granddaughter, Ah Xing. Let her serve you to clean the wound."

Rega's skin was slightly hot, "I, I'd better do it myself." Being taken care of by a stranger, especially by a mature girl, made Rega feel at a loss.

A Xing squatted in front of Rega without saying a word. While checking Rega's wounds, she said, "Your Excellency killed those monsters and saved our village. Let A Xing serve you. It is A Xing's glory. If you refuse, grandpa will be angry with A Xing." She raised her head, her eyes filled with tears of prayer.

"Oh well."

Compared to the monster, Ah Xing seemed to be more afraid of his grandfather, and there was a strange aura on her body. Rega lowered his head thoughtfully and was about to ask, but happened to see Ah Xing's snow-white chest. The flesh waves swayed left and right as she wiped the wounds, rippling layer by layer like the blue waves in spring, and as fascinating as the wheat waves in summer.

He quickly moved his eyes away and looked at something else that was completely unrelated. He forgot all the things he wanted to ask.

The village chief smiled silently and threw out his questions while Ah Xing helped Lei Jia clean his wounds, "Your Excellency, can you tell me why you didn't kill the last demon spider?"

“It’s not the last one.”

A Xing suddenly stopped the movements in his hand and immediately recovered quickly.

"Not the last one?"

The village chief looked at Rega and said in despair: "If there are really many demon spiders, what should we do in Fenglin Village?"

"I left it without killing it, just to let it leave the scent of sulfur to lead the way so that they can completely eradicate their nests."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Excellency, we must remember your kindness to Fenglin Village in our hearts!"

A Xing said softly: "Your Excellency, you are injured. Do you want to rest in Fenglin Village for a day first?"

"Yes, yes! A Xing is right!"

The village chief hurriedly echoed: "Your Excellency, you should rest! Replenish the necessary physical fitness! I believe those monsters have suffered serious losses and will not fight back immediately." He regretted blocking Lega outside the village last night and letting him get wet all night.

Rega shook his head gently, "No need. After cleaning the wound, apply blood coagulant and I can leave. I have no kindness to Fenglin Village. All you need to do is pay the task I agreed upon."

The village chief hurriedly said, "I'll raise your mission reward now! Ah Xing, take good care of your Excellency!" After that, he quickly turned around and left.

Seeing that the wound was almost cleaned, Lejia took out the blood coagulant from the package, opened the bottle plug, and handed it to A Xing, "Please help me sprinkle the blood coagulant on the wound." When talking to A Xing, his eyes were always staring elsewhere, for fear of being caught by his white chest.

Ah Xing carefully took the blood coagulant, as if she was afraid of contact with Lei Jia. After getting the blood coagulant, she first applied evenly to the palm of her hand, rubbed it skillfully before applying it to Lei Jia's wound. Her movements were very careful and gentle, just like the warm wind in spring.

"Have you taken care of the wound before?"

A hint of panic flashed across Ah Xing's face, "My father was a hunter when he was still alive, so..."

Rega nodded silently and took out a tube of antidote from the package. As soon as the cork bottle was pulled out, a pungent smell of fishy smell immediately appeared.

"What kind of medicine is this... it smells so bad!" Ah Xing coughed violently for a few times, covering his mouth and nose and daring to breathe.

"Anti-donor."

Rega said: "...if the tavern owner got it right." After that, he drank the green potion, then closed his mouth and didn't speak for a long time. His face turned pale first, then turned red, and finally returned to normal.

"Are you... okay?" A Xing asked in disbelief, a hint of horror mixed in his tone.

"It's all right."

Rega looked at his wound calmly, and the effect of the coagulant began to take effect. The narrow wound on his ribs was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Thank you for everything you did for me."

Ah Xing's lips trembled, obviously trying to say something, but when she reached her mouth, she swallowed it back. She saw the village chief running hurriedly with a pile of coins, and hurriedly saluted Lei Jia, and ran back to the room with her skirt.

Rega shook his head gently and murmured while tidying up his clothes: "Strange girl..."
Chapter completed!