I'm really a life player

Chapter 57 Pick up a bandage and pack yourself as a gift? (45)

Su Yang looked at the blood on his hands, and only then did he realize that he was surrounded by a faint fishy smell.

This feeling is very bad. He just noticed that the clothes on his body were stained with some light red marks. After he relaxed, he felt like he had overexercised, and his muscles were sore.

He could feel that there was nothing wrong with his body, but there was some slight pain on the surface of his body, as if he had been scratched, with blood dripping out.

But as the spiritual power flowed past, his body quickly dispelled this feeling.

Compared with before, he obviously felt that the spiritual power flowing in his body had dropped a lot, and his body didn't feel empty, but he felt stronger when he clenched his fist.

He pinched his skin and felt that his epidermis seemed to have become much tougher after being scrubbed with spiritual power.

The acquired power that surged through the veins of his body seemed to become thicker.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask the lecturer some questions, but the lecturer shook his head at him and said softly: "Student Su Yang, your class can come to an end today, go back to the dormitory to clean up first."

Hearing this, Su Yang nodded, then turned and left the classroom.

This situation is obviously far from the cases of the famous sects he has seen from Daozang before. What is certain is that this is definitely not the situation that normal monks should have.

But he won't go into it, it doesn't make any sense.

But at least one thing is certain, this is a cultivation speed that is completely different from that of ordinary monks, and even surpasses people's definition of genius to a certain extent.

He could even clearly feel that as the acquired power in his body continued to flow like a torrential river, his breathing began to become longer, and his vision, which was always a little sore from staying up late for a long time, was becoming brighter. .

Walking on the road, he felt as if his skin could breathe, and his whole body felt transparent.

('ω)
How should I put it, it feels like wearing a short skirt and walking on the road, the subtle refreshing feeling of the cool breeze passing through the legs.

The biggest difference is that this refreshing feeling is not limited to one place, but the whole body.

All in all, this feeling is a bit subtle, and I feel that the whole person is a lot more sensitive to the surrounding air.

After finally returning to the dormitory, washing off the fishy smell on his body, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he looked at his body with a subtle expression.

At the beginning of washing, he only felt that it was very troublesome to clean the blood stains on his body, and because he was worried that washing too hard would cause the self-healed wounds to burst after being washed by spiritual power.

So basically I hold a pool of warm water and slowly scrub the wounds on my body.

As a result, after cleaning and cleaning, I felt something was wrong.

Most of the blood stains on his body were washed away, but some inconspicuous marks appeared on his skin.

The most eye-catching thing is the lines on his forehead. In the center of his forehead, there is a simple red mark like a bird spreading its wings, which is deeply imprinted in the center of his forehead.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the mark, and he didn't feel anything abnormal except for a little warmth at the fingertips.

And on his body, with his chest as the center, an irregular football-sized ring was printed in the center, and the protrusions around the ring were connected with blood-red circuits, spreading across the upper body.

With the ups and downs of his breathing, the red lines on his body seemed to be alive, expanding and contracting like pulsating blood vessels.

"Although I admit that this tattoo is pretty, how can I explain it to others later?
I can't say that although I don't smoke, drink, or swear, I have a tattoo on my body for no reason..."

After thinking about it, Su Yang thought that this would not work, so he took out a bundle of bandages from the medicine box.

He originally prepared this thing to prevent it from being used in the practice world. Although he felt that the effect of this thing might not be as good as monks' spells, he still prepared a lot of bandages and YN white medicine just in case.

As a result, it seems that this thing is at least useful.

He hesitated for a while, wearing only a pair of big underpants, and finally picked up the bandage.

Don't worry, it must not be packaging yourself as a gift, and then tying a bow to send yourself out directly, and it will not be just wrapping your upper body and lower body a few times and then posing in various sexual gestures.

If it was a girl, he would take a few more glances with the eyes of appreciating beautiful things, if it was Jiang Yimo...

He subconsciously covered his nose, feeling that the weather was too hot, even the air-conditioned dormitory couldn't resist his anger.

Ahem, in short, he needs to wrap his arms around.

The other parts will basically be hidden under the clothes according to my own dressing style. If there is a situation where people need to see the inside of the clothes, it doesn't matter whether they are hidden or not.

Thinking of this, he wrapped his hands with a bandage.

In the practice world, those who wrap bandages on their hands are usually boxing practitioners. The bandages wrapped around their hands are permeated with a lot of spiritual energy, and every punch they swing will cause huge damage.

The fly in the ointment is that the destructive power that early stage boxing training can bring in a short distance is huge, but it seems that for those monks who can extend the attack distance, they will appear a little timid.

Considering that he is different from many monks, his personal panel makes him invincible at least when learning basic skills. Although he is more inclined to become a swordsman, a rune master who doesn't want to be a boxer is not a good swordsman, isn't he?
Think about it, when the game came, the opponent thought I was a long-range mage support, tortured by the spell and wanted to kill, adhering to the spirit of "team battles can be lost, Su Yang must die" and stood in front of me.

Then he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, said "Ola Ola Ola", punched the attacker to death, and then looked down at the fallen opponent and said "Mada Madane".

Then the opponent, who became angry with embarrassment, tried his best to take advantage of your turn and jumped up to attack, and then you snapped your fingers, and a sword light instantly flooded the field, and the world was instantly quiet...

Man, it's really exciting to think about it that way.

After wrapping the bandage on his hand, he looked at himself in the mirror intoxicated for a few seconds.

Although in this life, because of the blessing of the system, he barely has one-tenth of the peerless appearance in the previous life, but he is still very satisfied now.

But then again, he always feels that he seems to have more and more mysterious titles in major forums recently, which somewhat does not meet his standards of being a human being.

He cheered himself up silently in his heart, and if someone could get close, he would be able to hear words like "You're obscene, don't be a fool" from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)