Hearing dudean's words, Barton was stunned for a moment. He looked at his partner who had been eating in the same dilapidated dining hall. Suddenly, he found that he had become a little strange. He had lost the vigor and vitality of an 18-year-old boy. It was like a piece of frozen ice, which could not be eroded or warmed.
Thinking of the days he had experienced together, he felt sad from nowhere and reluctantly said with a smile, "since you hurt your lung, you'd better not smoke."
Duran took a gentle puff and slowly exhaled, smothered and speechless.
Barton gazed at him and whispered, "young master, you've been alone all the way. You must have had a hard time. But now we are on the top of the mountain. We've got what many people dream of. No one can hurt us in the future."
"There is no so-called gain, I have been losing, and will continue until the end of life." He mumbled to himself, as if to himself.
Barton felt a burst of sadness, but he did not understand where the sadness came from, nor did he understand what he said. What's more, he did not know why he was so depressed at the top of the mountain. There was an invisible gap between them, which seemed to divide two worlds. The world on which he stood, close at hand, seemed like he would never be Far away.
He fell into silence, not knowing what to say.
After a long time, he thought of it. His eyes brightened slightly, and immediately said, "young master, let's take Joseph over. He is alone in the army headquarters, and no one takes care of him. He should have a hard time."
Dudean's blurred eyes grew clear. He pinched out the cigarette butts with his fingers, popped out of the window, and turned his back to Barton. "Joseph has his mission. He will be back to us soon."
Barton opened his mouth slightly, trying to speak, but refrained from asking.
When night came, St. Mark's Square was as bright as day. Street lamps were hung high on the stone pillars on all sides, and fluorites were embedded in the pillars, which made the ground of the square shine brightly.
When dudean opened the wooden box plate, there was a piece of fresh flesh and blood in it. The strong smell made hellisha slightly agitated, and the corners of her mouth opened slightly, as if saliva was secreted.
Dudean took out the knife next to her and, with his flesh and blood, drew out a small fork and handed it to her mouth.
Helesha trembled slightly, but did not open her mouth to eat at once.
Dudean's eyes were gentle, and he gently shook the bell on his wrist, which made a short and regular Ding Dong. After hearing the Ding Dong, helesha immediately opened her mouth and bit the flesh and blood on the fork. Her white and flat teeth, which had been white and flat, had become a little sharp. She wolfed down the flesh and blood like a wolf. The excess blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, which was slightly ferocious.
Dudien slowly cut off another piece of flesh and gently handed it to her mouth.
One by one, herisa stopped, chewing and swallowing. Dudean poured a glass of cold water from the side, handed it to her, and let her open her mouth to drink. After getting along with each other these days, he has basically mastered the food types of herisa. The main food is raw meat. The fresher the meat, the better. It doesn't matter what kind of flesh it is. Just like the meat in front of him, it is a piece of beef.
If you feed her the roasted meat, she will have diarrhea afterwards. Moreover, because the instruction has not yet been trained to this stage, she often pulls out the diarrhea without notice and dirties her clothes.
In addition, dudean will also give her water. In his concept, even if the corpse of helissa, her body still needs to be replenished with water, but she can't drink hot water, otherwise the body will appear bubble phenomenon. Although this will not have any impact on her combat effectiveness and action, it will make her appearance change greatly and become ferocious and ugly.
In the attempt, dudean found that although she did not need water and was not hungry for water, her skin would become dry and cold if she was not given water.
A moment later, when a piece of fresh beef was finished, dudean patted herisa on the back to avoid her choking, and although he knew she would not, he could not help it.
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