Chapter 5 Tu An's life is way easier.

Khac Na Lang did not answer, just stared at Tu An.

Tu An did not know where the pressure came from, but slightly lowered his head, biting his lip, and said:

"Sorry."

Khac Na Lang did not need the slave brought to him to be a smart and resourceful person.

I just didn't think of a slave with no sense of decency.

However, Khac Na Lang did not complain. He knew that Tu An was probably a gift from the divine beast for his dark life.

His leg was in a state of recovery.

He was a soldier and inherently had a very high recovery ability.

But he knew that if his leg healed on its own, he would never be able to use it again, so Khac Na Lang walked every day to keep the bones from healing.

He would rather die from pain, blood loss, or gangrene, but he would not accept that he had lost his ability to walk.

This incredible slave helped put his skeleton in place.

Khac Na Lang felt that once he recovered, he would be able to continue walking.

Looking back at his feet after a night, Khac Na Lang believed that even more.

Khac Na Lang and Tu An "peacefully" stayed together for the next ten days.

A Ky Man's hunting team returned last month, and other people in the city had to leave too. Coincidentally, they always had bad intentions toward Khac Na Lang's small fortune.

Tu An's life is way easier.

Even though Khac Na Lang recovered very well, he did not cause difficulties for Tu An. He was also able to do basic personal activities on his own.

Every day, Khac Na Lang's leg was covered with medicine.

Herbs were picked by A Ky Man.

Tu An, of course, could not freely go as far as before.

A Ky Man and Khac Na Lang seemed to be very close.

After A Ky Man had just finished arranging the sharing of meat during the previous hunting trip, he often ran to Khac Na Lang's place.

Tu An seemed not to show too much interest in what they exchanged, but from the inside, he always quietly observed.

Tu An was aware that Khac Na Lang and A Ky Lang were probably brothers, but they did not have the same last name, so Tu An still had many doubts.

Khac Na Lang treated him indifferently; he didn't even say two words a day, but he didn't beat or scold him. Khac Na Lang left Tu An to act arbitrarily; unnecessary things would be ignored, as long as he didn't run too far.

A Ky Man was completely the opposite. The Ky Man talked a lot. He often followed Tu An to ask about many things. But Tu An didn't mind; he was also willing to chat with A Ky Man.

From the day A Ky Man arrived and Khac Na Lang gradually recovered, they no longer lacked meat.

A Ky Man was really dutiful to Khac Na Lang. He would follow unconditionally whatever Khac Na Lang said. Maybe that's why A Ky Man sympathized and felt familiar with Tu An, who was in the same situation.

Today, Tu An grilled chicken again in the empty yard.

A Ky Man was being disciplined by Khac Na Lang. Although he obediently listened, his eyes turned to Tu An and the chicken grilled on fire.

Since A Ky Man came and Khac Na Lang recovered, they gradually had salt. It was rare for the people here. As Tu An knew it, he valued ​​salt even more than the other two masters, because salt was exchanged with blood at the place he used to live.

Khac Na Lang's leg was almost recovered, but Tu An still advised him to be careful so as not to have any unfortunate consequences.

Tu An thought that it would be a miracle if Khac Na Lang's leg could walk normally again, but surprisingly, Khac Na Lang's leg healed very quickly. Now he could even run and jump very flexibly.

Khac Na Lang climbed a tree, then jumped down to the ground as soon as he was healed. Tu An knew he was excited. He didn't cry, but those eyes made Tu An want to cry.

Perhaps if he found his way out of the hands of a monster at that time, he would also see life with those eyes.

It was a pity that no one could save him. In the end, he was killed and sent here.

Tu An was not too surprised with Khac Na Lang's recovery speed. He was a monster, a monster with high ability, that Tu An had been taught since he was very young, but this terror really made him open his eyes.

At this time, Tu An had the opportunity to look directly at her.

She wore a leather skirt, had a few colorful bird feathers on her head, and some strange patterns on her hands and neck.

Khac Na Lang stopped talking.

A Ky Man also looked up.

The girl stood still, not daring to enter Khac Na Lang's domain.

Finally, it was a Ky Man running to her:

"Lam Khiet, you came to find me?"

The girl named Lam Khiet pulled A Ky Man's hand:

"Where have you been running lately?" "Go hunting with us."

The Ky Man raised his hand and scratched his chin.

"Take another day. I'm busy today."

The fragrant grilled chicken over there was ready, and even ten wild buffaloes could not pull A Ky Man away.

Lam Khiet seemed very dissatisfied:

"Busy what? You don't want to come with us? You just stay with these two scumbags, then get scammed out of meat. How can you easily hunt meat and give it to them? "

The Ky Man was not angry; he calmly replied:

"There is no one for you."

Lam Khiet was so angry that she stomped her feet and pointed at A Ky Man's face:

"You... you... you got infected by those scumbags? Do I want the meat you hunt? Even if you beg, I won't even look."

As soon as she finished speaking, she left, crying.