003 Secrets in the carriage

Cudino fell straight to the ground like a wooden stake, and Mosey was at least enough for him to sleep all night.

Mose shook the floating earth on his body. Nina walked back to the carriage. Casback quickly came over and carried Kessino to the side of the fire. He probably knew what the boy had encountered in the carriage. He admired the tough Kessinoxback in his heart a little more. When he saw Mosey's charm, he just thought about it. I vomited and didn't have the courage to do it at all.

After dawn, the horse team continued to move forward, and Codino, who was sitting in the carriage, kept touching the back of his head. The big green bag was given to him by Mosey last night.

Schmitt also saw what happened last night and was naturally curious about what happened after they got into the carriage, but Cuddino was simply a stuffy gourd, and Casbach didn't say a word, which made Schmit sit there and think about it all the time.

"Who taught you those yesterday? Why does it smell like close combat? The strange and charming words of the demon man floated in from the window of the car.

"My father and uncles taught me before, and later I thought about modifying some." Cosdino leaned against the window of the car and was beaten by Mosai. On the contrary, he was not too afraid of the demon man.

"Ha ha, did they use daggers or knives when they teach you?" The demon man covered his mouth and smiled: "You boy thought about the opposite direction. That set should be close combat. Only by using short weapons close to the opponent can you exert the greatest lethality. Although you use a war knife on the surface, it's a pity that a little distance from you can make people see clearly, so how do you still want to practice this? You should consider practicing close combat. The more hidden and rapid you launch, the higher its lethality will be.

When Cosdino bowed his head and meditated, his mercenary bronze badge was thrown in through the window. "It's useless for me to keep this thing. You'd better keep it yourself." The demon man quickly ran away from the side of the car. According to the rules of the mercenary, the party who wins the duel can leave the opponent's badge as a trophy. If he kills the other party in the duel, he can even leave all the other party's items.

After dinner again, Moser actually sat in the car and shouted for Schmit to come over.

Casbach and the mercenaries looked at the confused Schmit with a thief's smile on their faces, and several bad guys immediately began to bet on how long Schmit, the stunned young man, could stay in the car.

Schmit is a simple person, so simple that he simply entered the carriage and simply didn't look at the strange uncle. When Moses asked him to help massage him, the simple guy did it immediately without saying a word, but he was thinking 'do it quickly' in his heart.

But a few minutes later, he was still kicked out by Mosai, and the most unfortunate thing was that he was stabbed in his arm.

"You rude animal is simply murdering! You damn ruffian dare to massage me with so much strength. Are you going to strangle me to death!" After scolding Schmit, Mosai closed the door and continued to rest. He was pinched by the fool Schmit. He was not in the mood to continue flirting with the kid.

But Schmit could only ask his beard to help bandage the wound. Originally, he wanted to deal with Mose's pervert, but he didn't expect that his hand was so strong that he annoyed Mose and stabbed himself with a sword.

In the carriage after dawn, Schmit with a bandage and Kasbak, who touched his stomach, looked at the kid and giggled. Even Kodino, who had been shady, couldn't help sneaking at it a few times, but the kid had no sense of crisis at all. He still lay on the window with a curious face. Looking out, his curious look is also in line with his identity as a mountain citizen.

The business of thege lan Empire is developed, and the road is wide and flat. From time to time, a team of merchants and a small town flashed outside the carriage. For several others, they may be used to it for a long time, but in the eyes of the little ghosts who have only seen trees and beasts since childhood, there are new things everywhere.

After the two bad guys Schmit and Kasbach finally cooked until dinner, Moser really called the kid over.

put the wood crystal core to the side, the ghost patted the fallen leaves on his body, and walked generously into the car.

Several unscrupulous mercenaries began to gamble again, some for a minute, some for three minutes, and Schmitt for three minutes, while Casbach bet that the kid would come out safely.

"Why are you so confident as a foodie?" After everyone made a bet, Schmitt asked in a low voice to Kasbak, who was still gnawing bones there.

"Intuition, hey" Casbach seriously tore off the last piece of meat from the bone, and then tossed to check if there was still oil and water while muttering to himself: "From the time I saw the ghost guy, I knew that he didn't care about the charm of the demon uncle at all. This boy should eat and sleep. Sleep, even if the demon man stands in front of him, this guy is not affected at all.

"Cut, bullshit intuition, maybe it's pretending..." Schmitt curled his lips and turned around. The guy Casbach took the food too seriously. Looking at the bones he had gnawed, they all seemed to be white and turned into fossils.

Casback, who lowered his head and played with bones, also hung a smile at the corners of his mouth. His grandfather, a mountain man, once said that you can see whether a person lies or not. No matter how you hide it, the pupil of a person whose mood fluctuates will be enlarged or narrowed.

Although Casback is usually careless, he secretly observed everyone around him. The little boy named Ghost was weirder than Mosey. Although he kept smiling and looking out of the window along the way, Casback knew that the boy's lavender pupils were occasionally shining strangely. There has never been a too obvious change, that is to say, the ghost's mood has always been calm or he is not so curious about things outside. The two beautiful wrist guards on his arm on the window are not easy to see. The patterns on them seem to be very old. Unfortunately, Casbach didn't know what nationality these ancient decorations belong to.

Although the scenery outside is colorful, these clouds and smoke can't break the peace of the ghost's heart. The training of the desolate fantasy has already turned the ghost's state of mind into a rock. In his eyes, the demon man is a flower and a grass, and there is nothing special at all.

The ghost who has lived with Gadria since he was a child doesn't care about charm at all. Living in the humid and sultry jungle, Ye warriors have few male and female clothes. If they take off the camouflage that they usually wear on their bodies, they are no different from naked **. Although the kid who doesn't understand the woman's affairs at all also feels that Mose sometimes twists and lacks masculinity, this is not a matter of principle. At best, this uncle's hobbies are different.

"Come on, kid, press my body for me. I've been exhausted these days~~" Morse frowned gently and gently kneaded his shoulder full of **.

"You need to relax, right? I have some herbs there that may help you." The little ghost turned around and came out again. In everyone's suspicious eyes, the little ghost pretended to take out a few times in the bag under the wood crystal core. In fact, he took out a butterfly grass from the storage space of the wood crystal core.

Butterfly grass is a standing herb. It has a long-lasting taste and can purify the air in the house. Moreover, this herb has a strong aroma when it blooms, which often attracts a large number of butterflies to wander nearby. In addition to the decorative effect, butterfly grass can also produce a slight hypnotic effect when burning. Ritterner likes to order a butterfly grass around him when he sleeps. As for massage, he learned from Kadelia. When he was a child, he was in poor health and his lacked muscles could not bear the burden of exercise. Gatria every day. At night, he ordered a butterfly grass, and then massaged his body little by little to help him soothe his bloodline.