The City’s Invincible Soldier King Chapter 5: A man or a ghost? Is it a **** or a devil?

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For a long time, Dragon Scale finally retracted his gaze.

In her arms, Xi Wanting has fallen into a deep sleep, her breathing is steady and long, and her expression is calm and natural, exactly the same as Wanrou in her sleep, giving the dragon scales another illusion.

But this time, Dragon Scale rationally restrained his miss of Wanrou, but because of this extremely Wanrou face, Dragon Scale's heart also quietly became soft.

The dragon scales gently flattened Xi Wanting, and took off her shoes.

The jade feet are bright and white, it is the best collection of foot fetishists.

For Dragon Scale, this is a pair of smelly feet.

Looking deeply at the almost carved face of Wanrou and Wanrou, the dragon scale cut through the palm of his hand with a sharp dagger, and gently stroked Xi Wanting's jade foot with his **** palm.

The sudden chill caused Xi Wanting to wake up suddenly, feeling the itch from the soles of her feet, Xi Wanting sat up abruptly, but saw that the dragon scale was stroking her jade feet.

The vast desert, lonely man and widow.

Xi Wanting became nervous uncontrollably, "What are you going to do?"

"If you don't want to keep your feet hurting, don't move." Long Lin said coldly, "I wouldn't be lazy to treat you if it wasn't for Wanrou's face."

Treatment?

Xi Wanting remembered the magical healing power of dragon scales, and completely forgot that the dragon scales were still stroking her jade feet, bending her waist vigorously, but before seeing the healing methods of dragon scales, she smelled it. A big sour smell.

During the day, the temperature in the desert is as high as fifty degrees Celsius. Even if the concubine Xiang Fei comes here for a day, her feet will smell bad, not to mention Xi Wanting?

The strong taste made Xi Wanting suddenly embarrassed, she didn't dare to move, and kept bend over.

A few minutes later, Long Lin put down Xi Wanting's stinky feet and said coldly, "The blisters are gone, put on your shoes."

Long Lin strode away, leaving behind Xi Wanting, who was too embarrassed.

Chill biren, awakened Xi Wanting.

Xi Wanting also ignored the strong smell of feet, holding her right foot with her hands, and carefully observed it.

Except for a layer of dead skin that clearly tells that the soles of the feet were once covered with blisters, there was no trace of blisters, and Xi Wanting couldn't help but fall into a deep shock.

But seeing the bright red blood on the soles of the feet and smelling the pungent smell of blood, Xi Wanting couldn't help but be filled with doubts.

Could it be said that his magical healing ability actually came from his blood?

This...

This is too... incredible, right?

Xi Wanting put on her shoes and socks at the fastest speed, then stood up suddenly, strode towards the dragon scales, and said seriously, "Show me your left hand."

"You are right."

"Let me see." Xi Wanting said stubbornly, staring at Longlin's eyes.

The almost identical look made Dragon Scale sigh softly.

Dragon Scale slowly stretched out his left hand, spreading out his palm.

The entire palm was stained red with blood, but no wounds were found, only a pink line running through the entire palm.

"You..." Xi Wanting couldn't help feeling a sore throat.

"Don't think too much." Dragon Scale raised his head, looked at the sky, and said coldly, "The reason I will try to help you is only because you have the same face as Wanrou, that's all."

Xi Wanting was choked again so that she had nothing to say, so she could only return to the kang in anger.

The cold wind is like a knife.

The little residual heat on the sand can't resist the icy cold of the desert.

The angry Xi Wanting stopped asking for the dragon scales anymore, stood up in a huff and trot on the soft desert to keep warm.

The night faded and the sun rose.

The sun warms the sand with light and heat, and soon the desert will no longer be cold.

Xi Wanrou finally noticed the furs of various small animals abandoned by dragon scales, including lizards, mice, the tail barbs of poisonous scorpions, and the remains of animals she did not recognize.

Various wrecks, against the backdrop of the rising sun, looked particularly dazzling, which made Xi Wanting feel a little bit sorrowful, "You eat these?"

"I am also a human being, and I also need heat and water." Dragon Scale grabbed his backpack and strode towards the sun.

Back view is bleak.

Xi Wanting strode to catch up, and asked, "Can you let me drink?"

"Can you eat those things raw?"

"I..." Xi Wanting shook her head helplessly.

"Then don't drink it for now. At your speed, the water I bring is not enough for you to support the next source of water." Long Lin looked at Xi Wanting and said, "Be forbearing."

The rare softness of dragon scales gave Xi Wanting a faint smile.

Wanting and Wanrou’s father’s genes are too strong. Twin brothers and different women actually gave birth to such similar daughters.

As far as faces are concerned, the two are almost the same, the only difference is their expression and temperament.

Tender and gentle, as the name suggests, gentle and weak;

Wanting, a misnomer, is obviously an unsmiling superior.

But when Wanting put aside her pride and transformed into a little woman, the two quietly agreed.

A sweet smile, as if Wanrou was reborn.

The dragon scales trance again for a moment.

Dragon Scale sighed lightly and said coldly and warmly, "If I drive with you on my back, drinking water can support the next water source."

Xi Wanting lowered her head in thought, then nodded gently, but a pretty face, but quietly blushing, made the dragon scale trance for two more seconds.

The tenderness faded, Dragon Scale took out the water bottle and compressed biscuits from the backpack, handed them to Xi Wanting, and said coldly, "Eat, finish the journey."

"You can eat some too." Xi Wanting looked at Dragon Scale and said seriously, "Although I am not as good as you, I am not as fragile as you think."

Long Lin directly ignored Xi Wanting, stuffed the canteen and biscuits into her hands, and strode away, facing the rising sun, standing like a pile.

Xi Wanting looked at the thin dragon scales back with complicated eyes, and gently unscrewed the kettle.

The water is sweet, but Xi Wanting's throat exudes a sour feeling.

Although she is only a young girl, her family has undergone tremendous changes, but she has experienced too many hardships, and she has also developed a pair of insights in the hardship.

But the man in front of her still couldn't see through, as if she was surrounded by a cloud of mist.

A man or a ghost? Is it a **** or a devil?

Or is it also a ghost? God and Demon?

Perhaps, only time can reveal the answer, and only when he finds out the truth about Wanrou's suicide can he see the truest side of this man.

Twenty minutes later, Xi Wanting stopped eating and drinking, looked at the back of the dragon scale, and whispered, "I'm done."

Long Lin strode over, put away the water bottle and compressed biscuits, slung the shoulder bag on his chest, indiscriminately carried Xi Wanting on his back, and supported her hip with both hands.

The powerful masculine breath rushed forward, causing Xi Wanting's brain to fall into a short period of blank space, especially the hot big hands holding the hips, which made Xi Wanting a strange feeling.