Shen Yanxiao murmured in a low voice: "How can anyone be so skilled the first time?"
Even God is not powerful!
"Very good?" Xiu's voice sounded in Shen Yanxiao's ears.
Shen Yanxiao trembled slightly.
Why does she always feel that the question of Xiu is very ambiguous?
good?
Still not good?
If it's good, wouldn't it mean that she was... very comfortable!!
If it's not good...
That is absolutely deceiving yourself!
Shen Yanxiao felt that she should not discuss this issue with Xiu at all, so she simply pretended to be dead.
Xiu did not continue to challenge Shen Yanxiao's nerves. As the best protoss among the eight major races, even in matters such as "falling in love", he could learn on his own without a teacher and was extremely talented.
After Shen Yanxiao drank more than a dozen bottles of healing potions, her injuries had improved significantly. Although the injury on her arm was serious, it was ultimately just a broken bone. Unlike the three at the door of the Moonlight Tribe, her arm was directly damaged. It was cut off.
By breaking bones and connecting tendons, elves are born with certain healing abilities. Coupled with the assistance of master-level potions, Shen Yanxiao can clearly feel that his forcibly broken bones have begun to slowly heal.
At this time, Shen Yanxiao did not dare to move at all. The slightest mistake might cause the bones to grow crooked.
Xiu just stood beside Shen Yanxiao's bed, without saying a word, and his indifferent face showed no emotion. If the memory hadn't been too deep just now, Shen Yanxiao would have thought that what happened just now was not her. A dream.
Re-healing of bones is an excruciating stage. Shen Yanxiao felt as if there were countless ants gnawing in her arms. It was itchy and numb. The feeling was worse than cutting her with a knife.
Thin beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and Shen Yanxiao could only grit his teeth and endure.
Outside Shen Yanxiao's room, An Yan hesitated. She was going crazy when she saw Shen Yanxiao's situation just now. She had no time to think about the origin of the human being who brought Shen Yanxiao back. She just I want to see Shen Yanxiao safe and sound.
But now she was standing in front of the door, but she didn't have the courage to open the door.
Shen Yanxiao is her granddaughter, she knows this, and Shen Yanxiao also knows this.
An Yan, who had been strong all her life, suddenly didn't know how to face Shen Yanxiao.
She knew that Shen Yanxiao's fight against Yuying would not be so easy, but she still chose the safety of the Moonlight Tribe. She felt sorry for Shen Yanxiao and had no face to face her again.
"Chief." An Feng walked to An Yan's side. Seeing the loneliness on the always strong An Yan's face, he felt a little unbearable. He didn't know Shen Yanxiao's identity. Shen Yanxiao was the Moonlight Tribe to him. As a benefactor, he thought An Yan's loneliness and guilt were another layer of chill.
"The three elves brought by Yuying are dead, and Yuying was sent away." An Feng said.
An Yan was slightly startled.
"Did that human do it?" No matter how powerful Shen Yanxiao was, he couldn't fight one on three. An Yan could only think of that human with astonishing momentum.
"I don't know, Yuying was seriously injured. If it weren't for the tree of life fruit given to her by the Elf King, she might have died." An Feng was still frightened. The blood stains in front of the Moonlight Tribe's gate shocked him. Yuying There is no death, because every saint will have a fruit from the tree of life, which is the second life of the elf. Because of this, Yuying escaped.