After leaving the hotel, Dean took Aisha to stroll around the town. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to buy a few sets of clothes for Aisha and himself. Although he could tolerate the dirt, but since there were conditions to pay attention to, he naturally had to focus on comfort. Wasn't it the same for people to live for the sake of comfort?
After visiting several good tailor shops, Dean ordered a few sets of clothes. He would get them in a few days.
"Big brother, do you want to buy flowers?" A tender voice came. It was a little girl holding flowers.
Dean looked at Aisha and nodded, "How much for a bunch?"
"One copper coin." The little girl innocently looked at Dean with big watery eyes.
Copper coins were the smallest unit, and were also counted as copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins here. However, the portrait engraved on the copper coins was different. Thus, Sylvia's coins would only be considered counterfeits here, and she would be arrested and sent to prison.
Dean nodded and took out a light cyan copper coin from his money bag and gave it to her. He picked a purple flower from her hand. He had seen these flowers in the wilderness on the way here. Most of them were picked by the little girl or the people behind her. Although selling them for one copper coin was low, it was equivalent to free money. All he needed to do was to pay a little cheap labor.
"Big brother, your girlfriend is so beautiful. Don't you want to buy a few more?" The little girl saw Dean's gentle voice, and a trace of cleverness flashed in her innocent eyes.
Dean didn't pay attention to her promotion. He pinned the flowers on Aisha's temple and asked softly, "It's very beautiful. Do you like it?"
Aisha was silent and didn't respond.
Dean smiled, took her hand and walked away.
The little girl was about to persuade him again. After all, most people would be embarrassed to refuse in front of their female companion. Moreover, looking at Dean's clothes, he didn't lack money. But before she could continue to persuade, Dean had already left. She sighed in her heart. There was a slight regret on her little face, but soon she cheered up and looked for a new target.
At about four o 'clock in the afternoon, Dean took Aisha to a relatively high-end restaurant for dinner. While eating, he looked at the sunset outside the window and said to Aisha, "Such a day is actually not bad."
Aisha was silent.
Dean looked at her. There was some regret in his heart. If Aisha was back to normal, then he could live with her in such a place. He would be carefree.
In the dead of night, Dean brought Aisha to a private clinic. The clinic was dark and closed. Dean waited until no one was around and sneaked in with Aisha. They found some drugs and surgical tools in the clinic. He packed these things and went to the suburban wilderness outside the town. The bright moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the ground as if it was daytime. In the distance, they could faintly hear the howling of wolves, the low chirping of insects, and the croaking of frogs.
Dean found a clean place to sit down and let Aisha guard next to him. He spread out the hemostatic gauze and other things.
Dean couldn't help but sigh at the thought of cutting off his right arm. His eyes flashed with a trace of dignity. He raised his right arm and saw that the golden color of his arm had dyed the shoulder that was not frozen. He couldn't delay any longer.
He took a deep breath and entered the Demon Body state. His left hand turned into a sickle, and several blade-like limbs on his back rose like a tail.
"Break!" His mind moved, and all the blade-like limbs chopped toward the shoulder of his right arm.
With a swoosh, some ice chips were cut off.
The sharp blades bounced off. Dean looked at his right arm, which had some pain. There were only a few scratches on his frozen arm. It was not cut off. The degree of hardness was as strong as last time.
Dean was slightly silent. There was no more fluke in his heart. He could only cut off the whole arm! He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally made up his mind. A blade-like limb quickly chopped out and pierced into his shoulder. Suddenly, blood gushed out.
His flesh and blood formed a sharp contrast with his frozen right arm. It was easily torn in front of the blade-like limb.
Dean couldn't help but clench his fist in pain. At this moment, the blade-like limb had already cut into his shoulder. He only needed a little more strength to completely cut off his right arm!
Compared with the pain brought by his arm, he was more distressed. But things had already come to this point. No matter how reluctant he was, he had to cut it off. He gritted his teeth in his heart and was about to cut off. Suddenly, there was a numb feeling in his right arm, and then it seemed that something was pulled out from it.
Dean couldn't help but look at it. His right arm was still the same. There was no change. The feeling just now seemed to be an illusion.
He took a closer look and quickly realized that this was not an illusion. The numbness in his right arm came along with the feeling of being pulled away. That's right, in his right arm that had lost all feeling long ago, there was actually a 'feeling' being transmitted again!
Dean was startled. He looked at his right arm for a while, but still couldn't see where the abnormality was. But he had confirmed that his right arm had indeed regained feeling. But the feeling was still relatively numb. There was still no reaction on the surface of the arm. But if there was a tingling inside, he could feel one or two.
He felt bitter in his heart. When his right arm was about to be cut off, his right arm had regained some feeling, which made him feel ironic.
When he was ready to continue to exert force, suddenly, a familiar feeling of crawling came from his body. This made Dean suddenly shocked. He used his x-ray vision to the extreme and quickly looked at the crawling place.
He was dumbfounded at first glance.
Under his right ribs, there was a furball with fur all over its body that looked like sharp blades. It was crawling slowly. This thing was about the size of a fingernail. Its body was mainly black, but a few of its sharp blades were glowing with gold.
When did such a thing grow in his body? Dean's hair stood up and his scalp was numb. He waved the sharp blade to cut his chest and stab the furbball-like little thing.
The little thing seemed to feel the threat. Its slow speed suddenly accelerated, which led to a lot of blood vessels and meridians along the way.
Dean screamed in pain. He felt as if his chest was rubbed by a cactus. The burning pain made his body tremble. Sometimes willpower was one thing, but the body's response to the stimulation of pain was uncontrollable. Just like a person with high willpower wouldn't be indifferent to tickling. At most, they wouldn't be humiliated and abandon their dignity.
The pain stopped Dean's blade chase. He was worried that the sharp blade would forcibly stab the little thing, which would tear his whole body. Chest cut!
The pain didn't last long. Suddenly, a strange feeling came, which made Dean wake up from the unbearable pain. At this moment, the pain in his chest seemed to be reduced by several times. He couldn't help but look down. This time, he was stunned again. He saw that the monster had climbed into the Devil's Nest in his chest and curled up together. The protruding blade bristles on its body were like soft feathers wrapping around its body. It shrank into a ball and just occupied the whole Devil's Nest.
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