Greece brings evildoers

Chapter 466 The soul of the tauren is burning

At night, in the Great Temple of Heather Island.

"ah…"

The suppressed whine echoed, and Lorne couldn't help but slap his hands:

"What, does it hurt?"

Hearing the concerned inquiry, Hela on the small bed quickly shook her head and replied dryly:

"No, it's just a little itchy..."

"That's right, it's itchy! That's a sign that the wound is healing. I told you not to be brave!"

Lorne hummed unhappily, then held the Holy Grail in one hand, dipped some golden divine fluid in the other, and applied it evenly and gently to another wound on Hela's back.

"Woo~!"

As soon as the two came into contact, Hela on the small bed changed from lying on her stomach to lying on her side, hunched her back like a shrimp, and moaned uncontrollably.

It's just that the voice is inexplicably tactful.

In fact, the itchiness of the wound healing is only secondary. As a goddess with the power of death and a qualified Asa warrior, she would not show too many emotions even if her hands and feet were cut off and her stomach was cut open, let alone being accidentally slashed a few times during the fight.

What really made her lose her composure was the heat transmitted by the hand on her back and the pleasure brought by the touch of her skin.

Since she has grown up and the affairs in the courtyard have become increasingly busy, the teacher has not been close to her for a long time.

Although she knew that this strange and childish desire was a mentality that an Asa warrior must abandon when he matured, Hela couldn't help but want to be close to her teacher and nurturer, especially in terms of skin contact. .

In later psychology, this symptom is called skin thirst syndrome.

If you love her, hug him. The most effective way to comfort a crying person is to hug him. Just like a mother picks up a baby and gently comforts his body. The baby will gradually stop crying and smile happily to the mother. Laugh. Human groups convey love and feel love through close physical contact. If there is a lack of physical contact for a long time, some physiological and psychological adverse reactions will occur. This symptom is called "skin thirst syndrome".

The formation of "skin thirsty syndrome" is related to intimate relationships. Some people will develop this symptom because they did not have a stable and healthy intimate attachment relationship in childhood. People who lack social skills and cannot establish normal social relationships with others will also develop this symptom. symptom.

This type of people longs to be touched and intimate contact, which is a compensatory psychology caused by not receiving enough love in childhood and growth.

Apparently, the long-term absence of her parents, premature maturity, and the neglect of her teacher Rocky in recent years have gradually caused her to suffer from similar psychological symptoms.

However, this is not a big problem. Just like eating when you are hungry and drinking water when you are thirsty, they are all normal physiological needs.

As long as he is properly satisfied and given the right guidance, Hela's small psychological problem can be easily solved.

But unfortunately, the future goddess of death, who has a relatively gloomy temperament, is not a person who is very good at communication and expression.

Looking at his student whose trembling and whining became more and more obvious during the medication, Lorne helplessly softened his tone and comforted softly:

"Be patient, you'll be fine soon..."

"Um…"

Hela turned her back to her teacher and nodded muffledly, biting her lips tightly with her teeth, trying to suppress some strange sound that was trying to be squeezed out of her throat.

But as the hand on her back touched the largest wound on her left shoulder, Hela's small body instantly straightened up, and an even higher-pitched groan came out of her nose.

Hearing the strange change of tone, Lorne stopped his hand again and said hesitantly:

"Did I strike too hard? How about someone else, Holo seems to be free? Or Freya? She is better at dealing with this kind of wounds."

"don't want!"

Hela shook her head in refusal without hesitation, and at the same time tightly hugged her teacher’s other hand,

"I only want you!"

"Okay, okay, don't move around yet, the blanket is about to fall to the floor."

Lorne didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He held down the animal skin blanket that slid to the side of the bed and comforted his somewhat clingy student.

The request was met, and Hela lay down on the small bed obediently, continuing to feel the intimate contact from behind comfortably.

And when the golden divine liquid was poured into the penetrating wound on Hela's left shoulder, the squirming and growing granules in the wound, as well as Warner's divine power that was forced out of the body, made Hela, who had a sensitive body, tremble even more violently, and her skin also turned rosy red. .

As the fingertips stroked the new skin, forcing out the last ray of Warner's divinity, the treatment came to an end:

"alright!"

Looking at the jade-like pink back, Lorne felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Freya's Warner power is biased towards life, while Hela's Asa power is biased towards death, and the two conflict with each other.

Therefore, if too much life divinity remains in Hela's body and left unchecked, it will not only affect self-healing, but may also leave cysts and scars.

Girls need to be pretty, and there should be no such hidden dangers.

"I have cleaned the inside of the wound for you, and the Warner power inside has been forced out. Be careful not to get water on the newly grown skin. I have tried to use as little hands as possible recently. You can fully recover after resting for a day or two."

After briefly explaining a few medical instructions, Lorne was about to get up and leave, but his arm was once again pulled by Hela.

Lorne turned around, a little surprised:

"What's wrong?"

"Your injury hasn't been healed yet."

"That? I can just go back and take care of it."

"No! You can't leave until you are cured here. I want to see it with my own eyes!"

Hela demanded seriously, her little face full of seriousness.

Of course she knew that with her teacher's strength, let alone catching Freya's sword with her bare hands, even if her head was split in two, he might be able to close it on his own.

But after all, he was injured because of her. If she didn't see her teacher recover with her own eyes, she might not be able to sleep for several nights.

Thinking of the figure standing in front of him at the critical moment, Hela's tight little face couldn't help but feel warm, and beautiful colors appeared in her eyes like the night sky.

At this time, Luo En saw that he could not defeat his student, so he had no choice but to compromise:

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

Immediately, he sat back on the bed again, spread out his previously injured palm, and showed it to Hela.

After half a day of self-healing, the bone-deep wound had completely healed, leaving only shallow scratches that could not even be found without looking carefully.

But even so, Hela still held her teacher's hand and couldn't help but ask:

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Lorne answered seriously, then flicked his finger on Hela's forehead, his face darkened,

"On the other hand, where did you learn the fighting method of exchanging injuries for lives? No matter how much you fight with Freya? It's just a test, not a real battlefield. Do you have to be so desperate?"

"I won't necessarily lose!" "Then why is it you who's lying here?"

"She has better weapons than me! That doesn't count!"

Hela snorted in reply, her eyes full of dissatisfaction, obviously not convinced about losing to Freya.

"Losing is losing, winning is winning. No one will let you make excuses on the battlefield."

A pleasant voice came from outside the door. Freya, who had changed into casual clothes, stood under the moonlight with her arms folded, humming a reminder.

Seeing the Valkyrie of the Warner clan appear in front of her, Hela's face suddenly darkened:

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course you're collecting my reward."

Freya replied with a smile, stepped into the hall, and hummed to Lorne in front of the bed,

"We agreed that if I win, I'll be treated to a meal, but I'm left waiting for no one to come. Are you going to break your promise?"

"If you want to eat, you have to wait until I treat my student's wound."

Lorne didn't answer angrily, and then rolled his eyes at Freya in front of him, then raked her head.

"Who told you to be so harsh?"

"So, can you leave now?"

Freya asked with a smile, her beautiful eyes gleaming.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Lorne had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Forget it, it's just a meal, it's not about selling yourself, there's nothing to worry about.

After receiving a positive answer, Freya showed a satisfied smile on her face.

Then, she blinked, looked at Hela in front of her teasingly, and deliberately raised her voice:

"Do you mind if I lend it to your teacher tonight, little sister?"

Saying that, Freya took Lorne's left arm from Hela's hands in a playful manner and held it affectionately.

Hela was so excited by this that her face turned livid:

"I want to go too!"

"No, children have no part in adult matters."

Freya refused with a smile, and then gently lowered her head, kissing the back of Lorne's hand like a frivolous and virtuous woman's prodigal son.

For a moment, Hela was so angry that her lungs were about to explode. Her wide almond-shaped eyes wanted to poke seven or eight transparent holes in Freya's body.

"There's no point in glaring at me. I'm willing to admit defeat. Why did you fail to live up to your expectations and lose your teacher to me?"

Freya spoke with a smile, feeling extremely happy.

"There is no way. In this world, being strong is the right thing to do. The winner takes all, and the weak can only stand aside and watch."

Hearing the double-entendre taunt, Hela felt a strong sense of humiliation in her heart.

It was as if something he cherished so much had been snatched away in front of his face, ravaged, and made filthy.

Looking at the little girl's reddish eyes, Freya, who had been treated as a pallu by someone for a long time, felt secretly happy and couldn't help but continue to warm up:

"But don't worry, I will entertain your teacher well, and I will definitely enjoy this meal and make sure not to waste a drop..."

Just as Freya was about to further appreciate Hela's sad and angry expression, a deep voice came from her ears:

"Really? Then I have to prepare well..."

Those light words fell on Freya's ears like a bolt from the blue.

The Valkyrie turned her head stiffly and looked at a smiling demon behind her. The shame and fear engraved in her bones surged into her heart. She couldn't help but tremble and explained quickly:

"I mean dinner."

"Me too…"

Lorne replied with a smile, his eyes meaningful.

If you can't beat me, then go bully my students. Freya, that's all you can do.

If you are still dishonest, you should review some kind of self-entertainment game.

Or, can I give you a good meal myself?

Freya knew something was wrong and wanted to turn around and run away, but the familiar feeling of pulling the thread instantly dominated her actions, making her want to cry.

You've gone too far, it's over!

"Have a meal and I'll be back. You go to bed early."

Lorne said goodbye to Hela with a smile, and then grabbed Freya's arm and dragged the Valkyrie, who had been jumping a little recently, into the darkness.

However, Hela watched the tugging men and women drifting away, the unwillingness hidden in her eyes erupting like flames.

Not strong enough! It's because I'm not strong enough! Only then would the teacher lose to her!

Just wait, I will beat you soon!

Hela's clenched silver teeth caused a **** mark on her cherry lips, and her eyes like the night sky twinkled faintly.

But to achieve this goal, she still has to make a lot of preparations.

For example, first build yourself an artifact that can compete with the Sword of Victory?

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"You want to create an artifact?"

Holo, who was pulled out of the bed, heard Hela's request for advice, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and muttered with a dark face,

"What are you looking for me for? Go find the dwarves. They are the most outstanding craftsmen in the nine kingdoms. Even Odin's Eternal Spear was forged by them."

Hela's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she rushed into the Rainbow Bridge without saying a word.

"Wait a minute, do you have money?"

Holo quickly grabbed Hela and reminded her angrily,

"Those dwarves are notoriously greedy for money. Even if Odin wants their help, he has to pay enough gold."

Hela was stunned for a moment, then said coldly with a straight face:

"I don't have money; but I also want things!"

"It's not impossible, but you have to listen to me."

Holo rolled her eyes, and a glistening drop of saliva unconsciously slipped from the corner of her mouth.

And given the friendship they had grown up with together, Hela nodded without hesitation.

As the eldest daughter of a teacher, Holo seems to have inherited the cunning and usually has the most ideas.

Therefore, almost every time it was Holo who came up with the idea, she took action, and then she got half the benefits.

This time is no exception.

Under the rich night, two small figures bit each other's ears, looking faintly at the gray dwarf country.

(End of chapter)