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At the temporary assembly point, Nobunaga stroked the stubble on his chin with one hand, looked at the objects held in the other hand, and exclaimed in admiration: "The treasures in the Stola family are all rare. Goods, Yili's father must have put a lot of thought into getting these treasures, right? Knight, come and take a look at this crystal skull."

Nobunaga couldn't help but turn up the volume, mixed with some displeasure at being ignored: "Hey! I say knight!"

The chivalrous man who had been staring into the distance in a thoughtful manner finally came to his senses, turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter, I told you to come over and take a look at this skull..." Nobunaga squinted his eyes and said, "You boy, don't you regret destroying your little girlfriend's house? This is not okay. , we are robbers, the most taboo thing is..."

"I have no regrets," the chivalrous man interrupted Nobunaga's chatter, turned his head back, and said, "Besides, we didn't kill Stola's house, so where is the regret?"

Nobunaga nodded, and turned his restless gaze back to the skull in his hand: "Although it didn't go according to the original plan, there are quite a few enemies in the Stola family. If we hadn't happened to come across that day Those killers might not even have the chance to kill them. Have you found out who those guys are, knight?"

"It's a member of the Roy family. On the list of killers, it can be regarded as a first-class killer next to the Hakka family. It's hard to believe that the bodyguards of the Stola family can't match them."

Fei Tan, who was sitting on the steps beside him and looking at Trevor Brown's latest paintings, seemed to have seen some interesting illustrations that appealed to his appetite. Wouldn't it be interesting to stuff a hot red candle dripping oil into a person's mouth?"

The knight didn't respond, but Nobunaga didn't hesitate to roll his eyes. This sadistic lolicon didn't know what kind of torture method he thought of.

As if he didn't care that no one answered his words, Fei Tan said to himself: "You suddenly change your mind and want to annihilate the Niestola family, is it because someone knows your dark secret, so you are in a hurry to use it?" How about 'Red Candle' to gag him?"

"..." The knight put one foot on the window sill in silence, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's not me who has the secret."

He tilted his head, his handsome silhouette was blurred and hazy in the backlight, only his emerald eyes were shining with dim light, and then his mocking voice sounded faintly: "Do you know about Nez? The curse of the twins of the Torah family?"

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In April 1995, I was more than three months pregnant, but my stomach was not obvious because of my thin body, and my early pregnancy reaction was very serious. I almost vomited whatever I ate every day.

When I was cleaning the toilet and vomited in a mess, irresistibly, all the faces that belonged to the knight flashed in my mind, the cute and sunny baby face, the angry face when I was teased, the sly smile when the prank succeeded, he Every frown and smile is so vivid.

But every time I let go of the fingertips that were whitened from too much force, I fell to the ground and gasped for breath, my stomach and mind were blank, and what echoed in my ears were the cruel words of the knight. discourse.

Every day is a cycle like hell.

I told myself over and over again, maybe after a long time, I will naturally forget the pain he caused me.

In the past three months, while Maggie took care of me, she also taught me how to read. When I was finally able to master the basic four lines of reading, I sold the house at home.

The Nestola family no longer exists, and it doesn't make any sense for me to keep this empty villa by myself. I gave most of the money to Maggie and asked her to donate it as charity, and kept it for myself. The remaining part of the money is used to prevent the embarrassment of living on the streets due to lack of livelihood.

Regarding the livelihood issue I was worried about, Maggie held the opposite view: "Are you afraid that you will not have a job just because of your special ability of healing thoughts?"

I pouted noncommittally.

After several months of testing, I found that the more powerful my ability is, the more obvious the effect is on the person with the ability to read. If the Qi in the opponent's body is strong enough, I can make him perfect even with a broken arm. Regeneration, but if the opponent is just an ordinary person, then my ability can only reach the tasteless level of allowing his wounds to heal slowly.

In fact, Maggie originally suggested that it would not be too late to sell the house after giving birth to the child, but after my repeated insistence, she stopped talking nonsense to dissuade me.

After donating those charitable funds, she took me away from the town of Khakistan where I was born and raised, and came to a place called "Sky Arena".

Looking at the 991-meter-high building in front of me, I hesitated and said, "This is a fighting arena that can make money, right? You...won't you let me fight? Let a pregnant woman fight? "

"..."

Maggie didn't speak, but just glanced at me lightly. According to what I've known about her in the past few months, this should be a sign that she was too speechless to answer my idiot question.

I was laughing dryly when I heard her say: "There are thousands of challengers here every day, naturally there will be a large number of wounded every day, there are also a lot of medical staff recruited, the salary is still high, and your ability is still available. Not proficient enough, there is still room for development, you can hone your abilities while making money here.”

It turned out that Maggie had thought of everything for me, and I couldn't help being moved: "Maggie, you are such a good person, I love you so much."

"..."

Maggie walked forward without looking back.

Well, I did see it, before she rolled her eyes so big, I thought... I might as well pretend I didn't see it.

After I showed my abilities, I successfully became one of the medical staff of the Sky Arena, but Maggie, who had been leaning against the wall and watching the whole process, told me that it was time for her to leave.

"I'll come and see you when I'm free."

These are the last words she left to me before parting.

"Well, it's smooth sailing."

I smiled and waved to her, suppressing the reluctance and loneliness in my heart. Although I know that everyone has to walk alone on the road most of the time in this world, but when friends leave, loneliness is still there after all. Inevitably.

The treatment of the staff in the Sky Arena is very good. Everyone has a separate room of their own and all meals are included. However, this treatment is directly proportional to the busyness of the work.

After working here for almost a month, I have finally adapted to the new environment and new life, and the early pregnancy symptoms have gradually subsided. Considering my situation as a pregnant woman, the medical partners in the same group are also very kind to me. He takes good care of me and often gives me some fruit snacks to supplement my nutrition.

Today, I was sitting in the office, waiting for the arrival of the next patient, but I didn't want a little boy with silver curly hair to open the door.

He is about 7 or 8 years old. He looks really cute, with fair skin, and a small upturned nose embedded in his baby-fat face, but the big eyes under the slender eyebrows are so beautiful. There is no innocence that a child of his age should have, just like a pool of stagnant water.

Generally speaking, it is rare to see such a young child in the Sky Arena. It may be because of being a mother. I can't help but feel distressed when facing this child, so I asked softly: "Little brother, what's wrong with you?" Woolen cloth?"

He responded, but slowly focused his black pupils on my face, and then slowly stretched out his almost festered left hand that had been beaten.

Even though I've been used to seeing all kinds of horrible wounds in the past month, I still can't help but condemn this child's opponent, no matter what, I don't have to do such a heavy hand to this child, right?

It was preliminarily judged that this child did not read. If I directly applied the ability to him, his body would inevitably be unable to bear it, so I took a glass of water that had been transformed with the ability before, and handed it to him: "Drink it!" Let it go, your wound will heal soon."

He didn't suspect him, but when he took the water glass, his eyes paused on my table. I looked at the place where he was focusing on just now, which was a box of unopened chocolate balls.

I couldn't help laughing secretly, after all, I was just a child.

While waiting for the wound to heal, I gave him the box of chocolate balls and asked, "When you get hurt, it must hurt, right?"

"...No," he said while throwing a candy ball into his mouth, looking at his wound that was gradually getting better with some interest, "It's nothing, I just hurt an arm, that The person has already been killed by me, and it is still a good deal."

He called it a "deal," and what the hell was this kid brought up for.

"Is your family here with you?" I asked.

"No, they just left me here and told me not to go home until I hit the [-]th floor." Then, he stuffed another chocolate candy ball into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Speaking of it, I seem to I haven't been home for over a year."

He didn't seem to like the undisguised distressed eyes I looked at him, so he said, "It's nothing, I don't like that house anyway, and I'm very strong, I've already hit the 160th floor !"

160 floors?A child of 7 or 8 years old?I seemed to have heard it a little bit, so I hesitated: "Are you Qiya?"

He was quite happy, and the expression on his face was finally not as lifeless as when he first entered the door: "I didn't expect me to be so famous?"

As he said that, Qi Ya jumped off the stool, threw the empty shell into the trash can, then waved his recovered left hand, and said, "Thank you for the chocolate balls, but they are not sweet enough. If I get hurt later, I will come to you, so let’s go.”

This kid has never used honorifics from the beginning to the end, and the whole process is "you, you". I waved my hand helplessly: "Be careful next time in the game, don't suffer such a serious injury again."

"The next patient, please come in."

This time, the patient had straight black hair, and his facial features were indistinguishable. I couldn't detect any injuries on him, so I hesitated according to his figure: "Excuse me... sir, are you Where is it uncomfortable?"

He didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and tilted his head slightly: "What did you drink for Qiya just now?"

This is, to find fault?

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