The Desolate Wind Swordsman

The All-About Nehan Can

Nehan was still lying on the ground, making Sekar annoyed. The woman also felt tired after running from the pursuit of the three warriors. Although his knowledge was not as good as the three warriors, he was sure, they could not pursue him. Can't even know their whereabouts.

"If I get upset, I owe him my life. It is undeniable, the physician is quite intelligent," Sekar said, praising Nehan.

"You'll know, I'm a great man. I was also smart from birth. Do you know, hemm?"

Suddenly Nehan was behind Sekar. Making the woman jump in shock and forward hit the fence. The fence that was hit was a mess.

"Akhs! Damnit damnit! Why are you surprising me like this?" sekar protests with a sour face, angry at Nehan. He pointed at the young man with his finger.

"Hemm, how did you forget, I saved your life, I can also make you fall in love with me, hem ..why are you shocked like that? Is it because I see this handsome guy, honey?" Nehan seduced Sekar, approaching towards the woman.

Increasingly angry, Sekar saw Nehan who had made him shocked. He took his sword lying on the floor. With bulging eyes, like wanting to get out of place, even made Nehan laugh out loud.

"Haha! You are this, why even glare like that? Look out, if your eyes come out, it'll be hard for me to fix them, huh!"

"Bad! You dare insult me, huh?" With a single swift movement, he pulled out the sword from its sheath. "You better watch what you say, or you'll die, hemm ...."

With his speed, Sekar had already stuck his sword around Nehan's neck. But the doctor could still smile. He was sure, he would not be killed at this time. Because Sekar, is actually a good person. It is impossible to dare to kill.

Even with his arrogance, Sekar still cannot make Nehan tremble. Despite his sometimes annoying attitude, he knows how to deal with an enemy stronger than him. With a flick of a finger, Nehan made a thread that connected close to him, eliciting an attack, an arrow.

Sekar who saw the arrow, then released Nehan and slashed the arrow that shot towards him. Nehan immediately lowered his head quickly. Some arrows shot back and almost hit Sekar. Unexpectedly, Nehan has a secret weapon in his house, overwhelming Sekar.

"Hihihi, cool is also a swordsman. It's beautiful, great in martial arts. Hemm ... how is it possible, to let go of this universal woman? Moreover, his heart was still clean, how did he kill an innocent person?"

Nehan had lived with female warriors from the women's college. They only recruit women who are trained to defend themselves and to kill. College women, never allow a man to cooperate. Even for marriage or just a relationship between a man and a woman.

At Gendani Ireng college, Nehan had been tortured in prison with his birth mother, who was a student of the woman's college. Until finally the mother was sentenced to death and Nehan was taken away by a female swordsman who was a great swordsman, the sister of Nehan's biological mother.

"You must not be like my mother, Sekar. I don't want to be like my father. A clean heart like you, should always be clean and should not be used by others. Not because of your college, you will lose your life later," Nehan said while squatting.

"Damn it! Why are these arrows even getting more and more, huh!" sekar lament. He continues to resist attacks. Until he felt an arrow hit him. "Akhs! What the hell's going on? These arrows are really sick. But not through my body?"

I realized that the arrow was harmless. The woman jumped into a tree in front of the house. Let the arrow run out.

"Bashful prophet! Turns out he just fucked me up like this. I'll get you back later, Nehan." Sekar grasped his sword while sitting on a branch. Watching for a while. Until the attack finally stopped.

"The woman does not know herself. Helped, even intend to kill me. Huhh, this should be a good thing, should not be rushed. Women will be happy if given the spice of love. Especially if it's a stomach problem, he definitely doesn't need a compromise."

Late in the afternoon, Nehan cooked in the kitchen, making Sekar who smelled the fragrance peek from outside. She was very hungry because she had not eaten since morning. Coupled with using his strength to run quickly up to that house.

"I should have killed him today. But why should I kill an innocent man? Do I have to kill the healer who was instrumental in saving Cempaka? Ih, how guilty I am," Sekar said while hiding behind a wall.

Nehan intentionally cooks a lot for today. Because it knows Sekar will definitely eat a lot. He took the cooked porridge along with the clear water to take to the room occupied by the woman he had helped at that time.

While Sekar was already feeling hungry, went inside the kitchen and saw quite a lot of food. But different from this morning. There are vegetables and rice. More rice than this morning.

"Ah, no problem, there's just this. What matters is that my stomach is full today." I took the food with a happy smile. During his time in college, he only ate a little and it also tasted bland. Different in the healer's house. The food tasted more and made her want to eat again and again.

"Actually Nehan was a healer, a trapmaster or a cook, anyway? But he acts crazy sometimes. Actually, that person is very mysterious. He's a versatile man, can do anything but fight. Uh, to be exact, he fought in his own way."

The all-round Nehan, makes Sekar can not deny, if he admires the man. Only one he didn't like, the young man was crazy sometimes. Now he had eaten, a dish made by Nehan.

While taking care of someone, Nehan came across that person. The woman who was lying weakly on her bed. The woman is currently in a state of consciousness. Though he could not see, he knew his helper had come home and would feed him. He was looking forward to the presence of the physician.

"Hey, have you been looking forward to this handsome healer, hemm? Come on, it's time you ate first! Today, I found a cure for you. And incidentally, today, we will be able to treat your eyes. But you eat first."

Nehan then fed the woman with the spoon of her hand. Having the good news, the woman was very happy. He hoped to see the face that had helped him from the dead.

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