Chapter 662

After trying for a moment, she became a little discouraged, pursed her lips and said, "Let's rest first...brother."

Rin lit a bonfire, grabbed Yuye's hand, and applied ointment to her palm.

This is used to repair the skin and eliminate calluses as much as possible. Long-term use will always have some effect.

Yuye sat next to him, one arm around her knees, looking at Rin silently.

"Do you have a red headband in your memory?"

Rin's voice sounded in her ears, Xiye thought for a moment and nodded.

"Destroyed in the fire at Phoenix's house."

"Forget it, I will pick out a few more for you then. Well, if you have silver hair...in addition to red, you can also try black, but the one I choose will definitely be prettier than your black one."

"Um."

Amidst the chatter, the fire crackled, and the atmosphere was ambiguous and warm.

At this time, Rin screamed in pain, instantly dispelling the atmosphere.

He frowned and quickly pulled up his trouser legs. Looking at his smooth calf, he felt a burning pain, as if he had been stabbed suddenly.

Not caring too much, Rin quickly cast soul magic and glanced at the place where Emilia's soul was.

After sensing that the other party was not too injured and his breath was stable, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong?"

Xiye was nervous and asked with concern.

She glanced at Rin's leg, which didn't look injured, and she could tell there was something wrong.

"curse?"

She felt the curse spreading on it, and her tone became more urgent.

Rin nodded, shook his head, took out the ointment from the storage bag and applied it.

Although there was no wound, it did help relieve his pain.

"This is my voluntary curse. I am bound to Emilia and share half of her pain. She was just injured."

"Emilia, brave?"

"Yeah, tsk, this stupid cat wants to harm me from all corners of the world."

Rin nodded, facing Xiye's undisguised distressed gaze, and suddenly felt a little proud.

Look, he still got at least half of his stupid dog back.

…

When the blood-red single-horned eagle was about to fall, Emilia took the opportunity to jump up, landed on the ground and rolled to lose her strength. When she stood up again, she felt that her legs were a little weak.

The big eagle finally crossed the end of the cliff and fell straight down.

Emilia stood on the top of the cliff, just staring at the sky in the distance.

The lower part of the sky seemed to have been painted with several layers of different shades of orange. The fire clouds were crowded together, with different shapes, and they were floating slowly.

The breeze blew through her light blue hair, bringing her back to her senses and looking down at her falcon sword.

This was a sword she had just acquired less than half a month ago, and now it had several shallow saw cuts.

They were right, they were indeed very resource-intensive.

However, as long as you get the Holy Sword, you don't need to change weapons.

She turned around expressionlessly, ready to continue her adventure.

This journey to find the sword will inevitably be full of hardships, but she will definitely be able to complete it alone.

I still remember that before leaving, everyone was preparing teammates for her.

What kind of thunder sword user, what kind of holy healer, what kind of shield warrior, and what kind of fire magician.

Thinking of the fire magician, her steps suddenly stopped.

Something in my mind fluctuated for a moment, but it soon returned to calm. It seemed like it was just an illusion caused by a nervous shock.

She... didn't need any teammates, so she refused them all. The hero only needed one person.

No one cares about what they want, it will only affect her way forward and slow her down.

In this regard, Emilia felt that she was still very similar to the sword master who was wanted by the mainland and had met several times.

"A person, seize the moment."

There was not much time left for her, and the restrictions on Yuankong Continent collapsed little by little.

Both the Pope and the Demon King of the Demon Clan have reached a consensus.

Disaster is coming, disaster is imminent.

Everything that has happened recently is an omen, confirming the words left by the sage who died young.

As the strongest class member of mankind, she must shoulder her responsibilities.

The first step is to retrieve the sacred sword that belongs to the brave.

She has been baptized by the goddess in the Holy See. Now she has reached level 60 and has divine power. She is determined to win this mission.

When she completes her mission, she can...

Emilia's steps paused again, her eyes vacant.

"That's it, what?"

Go back to the village and sleep on that tree every day?

Raise a cat and live a slow life lazily?

Buy a large piece of land and fishing boats, become a boss and wait to die?

It seems...not at all.

It's strange that she suddenly has no interest in any of this.

The brave man wanted to stop and slowly think about what he wanted had become.

But time was limited, so she had to gather her thoughts and move on.

Before I knew it, the sky had turned completely dark.

Emilia fought with a diamond ape in the forest for a long time and finally killed it.

She was a little exhausted, so she quickly replenished the potion and sat down to rest.

The Diamond Ape that was killed just now is the boss of this area. After killing it, there will be no danger here.

The demonic energy emanating from the corpse can scare away most monsters and allow her to have a good rest.

Look, a level 72 boss was still killed by her, and she didn’t need any teammates.

and……

What's going on? Why does it feel less painful even though I'm injured? It's like the pain has been reduced by half.

Emilia looked at her calf in surprise.

The trouser leg had been torn, leaving a wound cut by a sharp claw, and blood was still oozing out.

Chapter 233: She goes her own way after growing up

Emilia searched for pain-relieving and anti-inflammatory ointment in her storage ring, but couldn't find it and had to give up.

Anyway, her body recovers very quickly, and such a wound will heal in less than a few hours, and there will be no scars left.

The recovery potion is limited, and this place is far from the town, so it is better to save it. There is no need to use it for this injury.

Speaking of which... she still remembers that she was very afraid of pain before.

Then she got hurt more and more, and slowly got used to it.

When this thought came to her head, a voice in her heart denied it.

But the voice couldn't give any other reason, and finally disappeared.

As she was thinking about her worries, the pain began to get lighter and lighter.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt like someone was applying medicine to her, and there was a cool feeling on the wound.

She tilted her head and stared at the wound for a while, knowing that there was only a trace of pain left, Emilia still didn't understand what was going on.

She propped herself up and looked at the sky. The stars in the sky were connected into various patterns, and there seemed to be a human face among them.

After staring for a long time, Emilia suddenly realized.

There was someone waiting for her.

She didn't remember what the other person looked like, didn't know what his name was, and couldn't even remember if they had met, but this intuition was so profound.

The whisper from the goddess sounded in her ears.

Emilia listened attentively, clenched her fists for a while and nodded.

"Okay, get the sword and go find him, meow~"

The brave meow quickly covered her mouth, a little surprised at her inexplicable new habit.

But soon she stopped caring and rekindled her fighting spirit.

She went to pick up some firewood nearby and lit a ham.

Taking out a big ham and grilling it on the fire, the foodie hero couldn't help swallowing his saliva when he smelled the aroma of meat.

He cut off the roasted part with a knife and stuffed it into his mouth.

It was still a familiar taste, but... the food that should have been very popular suddenly didn't taste so good.

She seemed to miss other tastes.

While continuing to cut the meat with a knife, Emilia suddenly heard a sound. After feeling someone approaching, she grabbed the long sword at her side vigilantly.

Until the end of her sight, four men dressed as adventurers appeared.

Emilia turned on her observation eye and looked around the four people. She didn't find any danger, so she put the long sword aside.

The fireworks on her side soon attracted the attention of those people, and they came over one after another.

When they found that there was a beautiful blue-haired girl sitting by the bonfire in the dark night, the three young men's eyes lit up immediately.

Of course, Emilia was no longer a girl, but her appearance seemed to be frozen, still the appearance of a girl two years ago.

A red-haired young man greeted her in a familiar manner.

"Hi, it's fate to meet here. Can you lend me a fire?"

Emilia ignored him and continued to cut meat.

Another young man who looked very similar to him, two years younger, put his arm around his brother's shoulders and waved at Emilia.

"Why are you here alone, little sister? Where are your teammates?"

Emilia still ignored him, with no expression on her face.

It was hard to focus on her eyes, and I didn't know whether she was staring at the food. I always felt that she was distracted and thinking about other things.

She was no longer the student in the academy who was warned to respond to her classmates as much as possible. She did whatever she wanted when she went out and didn't want to pay attention to anyone at all.

That's right, she has grown up to be a brave person who does her own thing and lives in her own world.

As long as she wants, everything around her will be separated from her by a barrier, just like air.

The third black-haired young man with a serious face stepped forward with a concerned look on his face.

"Okay, don't scare others, girl. You should be careful when you go out alone at night. We are not bad people. Can we camp nearby later?"

Emilia still didn't respond, and then threw a piece of meat into her mouth.

This look made the three young men a little embarrassed.

The last one to follow was a man in his forties with a scar on his face. He looked a little ferocious and a tough guy.

He sniffed and frowned.