"Uh!" There was a "gurgling" sound in Roy's throat, and he felt his consciousness slowly returning to his mind. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and deadly.

A soft object reached out to Roy's mouth, and a cool feeling came from his lips.

It's water! Roy felt a pang of hunger and thirst, and urgently opened his mouth, swallowing all the water that came to his mouth.

It seems that I haven't died yet! Damn it, can we still avoid death like this?

Roy finally struggled to open his eyes, and a blurry figure swayed before his eyes.

Is this a tragic story about a beautiful girl who saves herself, falls in love with her, experiences twists and turns, and ultimately ends in tragedy?

"Uh?" Roy finally saw the person in front of him, and now he regretted saying that he was a beautiful girl with dog blood.

There was no beautiful girl in front of me, but a dry little old man. Perhaps it was an illusion caused by the large bald head on his forehead. Roy felt that this old man had a big forehead, and his back and hair on both sides were scattered like withered grass. The old man's face had a pair of extremely lewd little eyes, which were looking at him with light. Moreover, the old man's face had a smile that seemed malicious no matter how he looked. In his cracked mouth, several uneven yellow teeth were exposed.

To be honest, this sight scared Roy a lot, not just because of the old man's appearance. If you wake up and suddenly find a huge head resting on the tip of your nose staring at you, anyone would be startled.

"You're awake!" The old man saw Roy open his eyes and spit out three words from his mouth.

A cold sweat dripped down Roy's head, and when he woke up, the old man finally lifted his head slightly, pulling the distance between the two from an inch... to an inch and a half, still staring at Roy with a greedy expression.

Can't it be! Is this old man a legendary cannibal?

Looking at the old man's naked and undisguised hopeful gaze... Is it possible that this old man has any other bad habits!?

For the former conjecture, Roy didn't care and ended up killing himself with a single blow.

But for the next conjecture, Roy felt a chill and couldn't help but look at the old man with fear on his face!

The old man finally lifted his head, his small eyes narrowed into a pair of curved crescents. If this expression were made by a beautiful woman, it should be a very charming expression, but it was made by this old man

There is such a lewd expression in the world!

The old man touched his bald chin and said, "Hmm... strange, but very good, very good!" His voice sounded old and hoarse. The words seemed very excited.

Roy felt weak and painful all over his body, and gently moved his fingers. A burst of tearing pain made Roy's corner of the eye muscles twitch.

"If you want to live, don't move around. It's a miracle that you haven't died yet. Ah! It's amazing that people can hurt you like this. After drinking water, let's lie down today!"

Roy vaguely saw the old man holding a wide and large leaf in his hand, thinking that it was the old man who had just used the leaf to hold water for himself to drink.

It seems that this old man is his savior!

The old man didn't know where he had gone. Roy drank some water and his mind became clearer. He didn't dare to move his neck, so he could only stare at himself. It seemed like a simple treehouse made of branches and grass. The roof was only made of a few vines, and some leaves were scattered on it. A few weak rays of sunlight penetrated through, shining on Roy's face. His nose had a fresh smell unique to early morning grass and trees.

So, this is the beginning of a "beautiful" day again! Roy thought weakly, and soon he fainted again.

A chilly sensation made Roy wake up again, and he felt a vague sensation that the pain all over his body had disappeared slightly.

It seems like someone is carefully flipping over themselves?

It seems that someone is taking off their clothes?

Roy suddenly opened his eyes and found that the little old man was lifting one of his hands, carefully peeling off his clothes. Roy was so scared that his soul burst out.

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The old man indeed has some special quirks!

Roy wanted to scream, but his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make it out.

"Well, kid, the capital is pretty good!" The old man pulled down Roy's pants and said with great interest.

Roy's heart was filled with grief and anger: Oh my goodness! Are you trying to play me to death!?

Now I can't afford to make a slight movement and feel the pain of Venus in my eyes!

Death is small, but misconduct is big! Roy is prepared to defend his pure body and spirit.

Roy gathered all his strength and pushed himself forward, still lying motionless in the same spot.

The old man raised his hand, and Roy felt a suffocation, as if he was tightly bound by something.

"It's easy for me to save you a dead person when you're an old man? Joining bones, healing wounds, and pulling out knives! You're still messing around with me now, young man, why are you so irritable! Even if I had this kind of tone, I wouldn't have grown like you."

Roy felt a sense of injustice, as he was already considered handsome among his peers. But since you are not good at this tone, saying that you look like that giant beast, you also recognize it!

The scenery in front of him shook and he fell into a warm liquid with a thud. In an instant, Roy felt as if his pores were about to open, and a strange warm sensation slowly seeped in from every inch of his skin, as if he was slowly communicating with this warm liquid.

"Let's soak inside first. I still have a lot of things to do, old man." The old man said and pushed open the simple wooden door, disappearing outside the door.

After the old man left, Roy began to examine the surroundings.

Roy realized that he was now in the midst of a huge flower, with a not very sturdy vine branching out from the treehouse. The vines were crawling all over the floor of the room, and the flower grew in the middle of the room. Although the bottom of the flower seemed to have little connection to the vine, Roy, a living person, was inside, and the flower didn't even shake.

This huge flower is cylindrical in shape, filled with a light green liquid. Roy's head and feet are soaked in it, with only his head exposed outside the flower.

Although soaking in it feels very comfortable and warm, why is the shape of this flower so similar to a carnivorous flower in the original world? What's wrong with this petal slowly closing inward!? This old man doesn't want to be a flower fat, does he!

"Is there anyone there!? Help!"

Roy wanted to cry without tears. His original plan was either to fall to the ground with a "bump" and turn into a meat patty, or to be bitten off by a monster with a "click", and finally thought that he might be cut open and his stomach pierced with a knife. But I never thought I would have to go through a fly like death!

A person may have the courage to not be afraid of death, but if you ask them to cut themselves a thousand times and cut themselves alive, see if they dare!

Fortunately, the petals of these many flowers closed to Roy's neck and never moved again. There were no spikes or digestive secretions, and in the end, Roy, who felt a bit mentally disturbed, happily passed out.

　Roy looked at the little old man in front of him with tears in his eyes. The old man had a big head, a shiny bald head, and a pair of pitiful small eyes squeezed between his crooked and twisted facial features. He looked so lewd, wearing a long robe that couldn't distinguish its original color. The sleeves of the robe were torn somewhere, revealing his skinny arms. The corners of the robe were also worn unevenly, and there were no shoes on his feet. He walked barefoot on the ground with a pair of black feet.

Just like a wild man!

"Can you come out now?"

"No, soak it for a while longer!"

"I've been soaking for a long time now than yesterday!"

"Yesterday was yesterday, today is today!"

"How long will it last to soak?"

"Later"

"That's what you just said!"

Roy has been with this old man for over half a month now. Since the last time Roy woke up, every day, the old man would throw Roy into that strange flower and soak it for a while.

Although the liquid in the flowers is warm and comfortable, once the petals close, the temperature rises sharply, and every time Roy is scalded, his whole body turns red.

And today, the temperature in the flowers is surprisingly high, so high that it can scald a dead pig and jump up to escape!

Just as Roy thought he was going to turn into a boiled live fish today, "Hmm, okay, you can come out now." Roy thought it was the most beautiful voice in the world.

The old man waved his hand, and Roy tightened his whole body. He was pulled out of the flower by a gentle force, and with a "bump" sound, he fell onto a pile of hay. Ignoring the pain, Roy quickly picked up one of his clothes and put them on. Although he now knew that the old man had no bad habits, he often stared at him non-stop, his eyes like a strange uncle seeing little loli. Roy, who was completely naked, felt very insecure

The old man walked over and pinched Roy's arm, which made Roy lose goosebumps on the ground.

"Not bad, in less than 10 days, the internal injuries in the muscles and bones will be healed. It seems that the old man's craftsmanship is still so exquisite!" The old man said with a confident expression.

It has been over half a month now, and I can't count it myself! Although Roy murmured in his heart, he was truly surprised by his recovery speed.

Hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days!

In the original world, if you broke your arm and leg, got cast, or used a cane, it would take several months to recover. When I first woke up, I felt like four or five hundred bones were broken all over my body. It is unknown how many internal organs and blood vessels were pierced by these broken bones in my body. In addition, the burns caused by the close range explosion of the signal bomb and the knife inserted by Rose in Roy's back have almost healed. Roy swore with nearly ten years of medical experience that this was absolutely impossible in the original world.

Is this old man a medical god?

"Since it's ready, then it's time to get things done. Come with me."

Do things? Roy had a big question mark in his heart.

Saving me doesn't mean you want me to work hard, does it?

Watching the old man walk out of the door, Roy, although puzzled, quickly followed suit.

This was Roy's first time stepping out of this small treehouse. For the past twenty days or so, the old man never talked to Roy and threw him into the flowers every day. The rest of the time was when the old man pointed his finger and Roy lay straight on the pile of dry grass, motionless. Even for so many days, Roy had never eaten anything or drank a drop of water. Although his stomach was empty, he didn't feel very hungry. If it weren't for watching his body improve day by day, Roy would have thought he had something wrong.