Hunter’s Mind Beast Slug

"Look, is this okay?"

Under the suspicious gaze of the prisoner, the slug split and began to heal. This process was very fast, and it only took a few seconds. It only took a few seconds for the two prisoners in front of him to fully recover.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Thank you, thank you."

The two prisoners looked at Ron very excitedly, but he didn't care about them.

Instead, he looked at the few people beside him.

"What about you?"

"We, we, please."

Several people looked at each other and finally made a choice.

"Heal it, slug."

Hearing this, Ron laughed even happier.

"Yes, Lord Ron."

A few seconds passed very quickly, and those prisoners were still a little confused. They had never seen such a treatment at all.

It was completely unexpected that the monster that made them lose their combat effectiveness in an instant just now was like a slug monster, which could heal in addition to the white liquid.

This is really kind of scary.

"Okay, don't thank me, I'll ask you a few questions. Are you the prisoners of this trap tower?"

Seeing these prisoners crouching on the ground, they didn't continue to attack him, and even wanted to express their gratitude. Ron waved his hand, feeling a little regretful, so he gave up struggling.

And he didn't stop, half squatted down, looked at them and said.

"Yes, we were sent here by the head guard to intercept the examinee, saying that if we can delay the examinee for one hour, the sentence will be reduced by one year. However, judging from his appearance, he should be fooling us."

Several prisoners had already given up attacking Ron at this time. The gap in strength was too large. Now they wanted to let Ron leave as soon as possible. The outside world was too dangerous.

So when Ron asked, the bald man answered quickly.

"Oh ~ what about the other prisoners? Where are they?"

Hearing this news, Ron was a little happy and continued to ask.

He has no interest at all about their sentence reduction or anything, just after hearing their last words, he knows that the head guard is also a person full of bad tastes who likes to prank people.

"There, there is a door on the other side, we can go directly through there and return to the place of imprisonment."

Although he was a little puzzled as to why Ron asked, the bald man answered honestly, and when he spoke, he pointed to an exposed iron door.

There is no cover at all, not even a lock. If the candidates run away there, it is estimated that they will run directly to the place where the prisoners are held.

"The last question, how many prisoners are there?"

Nodding, looking at the iron door that was not closed, Ron blinked and began to ask the last question. .

"I'm not very clear about this. There should be more than 100. We are all felons here. Everyone here is imprisoned for at least 100 years, and basically no one can leave."

"Well, it's about this number. Now some prisoners are assigned to other places, and there are less than one hundred prisoners at most. We don't know if there are any other places."

This time it was the bald man who answered the question, and then the muscular man added it. After speaking, he stared at Ron, wondering why Ron would ask such a question.

With some expectations, Ron left as soon as possible.

"Okay, thank you for your answers."

A little excited, he stuck out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, as if he was waiting for something interesting to eat, and then smiled and said harmoniously to the five prison examiners who were a little miserable and all tattered.

"It should be, it should be."

Very cautious and polite, while talking, these prisoners looked at Ron as if they were looking at some tiger wolf and beast, so they couldn't wait for the other party to leave.

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense with you. Before I leave, I'll let the slugs stay here and continue to treat you."

Standing up with his legs supported, Ron looked at the prisoners in front of him harmoniously, as if he was looking at some kind of patient. Pity, pity, and similar expressions were all on his face.

"No, no, no, no, you are really a good person. We feel that there is no problem with our bodies, so we don't need to do this."

Seeing that Ron wanted to leave, the bald man responded with a smile.

Although it was a bit strange to see Ron's compassionate face, he didn't think much about it. He just felt that there was no problem with his body, and he refused as a conditioned response.

"No, thank you, you are really a good person."

"You will be a great healer."

"Yes, people like us actually have no qualifications..."

One after another, the voices were getting quieter and quieter. At this time, just a few prisoners here, even a little inferior and a little regretful, before they even thought about attacking Ron or something.

"I'm really unforgivable~~ I'm really a **** scum, scumbag~"

All kinds of thoughts flooded their hearts, and at this time Ron had left the mark of a bad person in their hearts.

"A good person? Maybe, I have always, I also felt, that I will be a good person, a "good person" useful to most people in this world."

And Ron, who had already stood up, looked at the various expressions the other party showed, and praised him for a while, showing a grin.

When talking about good people, he deepened his tone heavily, revealing other meanings of the words.

"Please~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Don't show this attitude, don't show this. I have regretted it. I didn't have a choice before. I want to be a good person in the future, I don't need it."

Ignoring the changes in the expressions of the five prisoners, and the idea of ​​what the other party seemed to have questions to say, Ron said to himself.

As for the thoughts of the five prisoners in front of him, he could already see it from the performance of the other party. Go back? reflection? In this case, repentance and reflection are unnecessary.

Since you have done something, don't regret it, and regret can't make up for anything.

"It's okay, as long as you need treatment, I will help you with treatment. Don't worry, I am here."

"Okay, I'll go first, slug, and leave a clone to heal them."

The words have been finished, leaving behind a sunny smile like an angel.

Ron turned around and left directly, ignoring the prisoners who were trying to say what they wanted to say. The direction of departure was not the passage leading to the bottom, but the prison.

"Yes, Lord Ron."

As Ron's intimate little secret slug, it is naturally Ron's secretary, leaving a scene of the big slug town to deal with the affairs here.

"Aah~"

"what you do??"

"Help, help me~~"

"Excuse me, do you need treatment?"

It didn't take long, walking on the road, listening to the various screams behind him, and the sound of slugs asking about the ability to use, joy, pleasure, filled his heart, thinking that there is someone else who can let him continue to enjoy it, Ron's whole person got excited.

He couldn't wait to meet the prisoners in this prison.

The steps towards the prison were also a little quicker.