Roger did not stay on the tenth floor anymore. Alice was seriously injured. No matter how strong the will was, it could not resist physical weakness. The death fighting skills tower is a place where private fighting is allowed or even encouraged. The tenth floor is much more dangerous than the first floor.

He walked downstairs with Alice in his arms, and Alice quietly held him in his arms, looking at his face with his eyes open until he placed her in the room on the first floor, Roger placed her gently on the bed and said, "Alice, I'll buy alcohol, gauze and painkillers. You'll wait for me here. I've installed this door in the mechanism. No one can be opened except me. You can rest first."

After the bloody battle, Alice's pale face was filled with blood. She smiled and nodded. Roger saw her in such a posture for the first time, and it seemed that flames were burning in her body, but he immediately exhaled and walked out of the door and pressed two secret blocks.

The first floor of the fighting skills tower was still sitting there leisurely savoring the red wine with blood. When he saw Roger walk away, he greeted him happily.

"Yo, Mr. Roger, have you fallen in love with this tower?" I wonder if he expected that he would come back, two glasses of red wine were placed on the small round table in front of Zero, and he generously handed the other glass to Roger.

Roger declined his kindness and said, "Mr. Zero, is there a place to sell medicines here?"

Ling Xiao said, "Of course, people are often injured in this place, so there are black-hearted merchants on every floor." He pointed to the east and said, "Where is the third one, the drug store, Mr. Roger, the medicines here are expensive. Those annoying black-hearted merchants always take the opportunity to mention the price. For them, the value of life is far less than that of golden gold coins."

Roger nodded, took a few steps and turned back, "Mr. Zero, you can use a pseudonym here, right?"

He knew that Feilong must not be his original name. The instructions for the rules of the fighting tech tower in the room did not mention pseudonyms, but this was very important to Roger.

Zero waved his hand and said, "Of course, murderers, ** criminals and prostitutes from big families all like to use pseudonyms."

"Maybe some upright and noble people also like pseudonyms," Roger said

Zero shrugged without saying anything.

Roger waved his hand and walked towards the drug store. This drug store was indeed exactly the same as what Ling said. The boss with a treacherous look on his face specifically earned money in a bad mood. A bottle of alcohol, five pieces of gauze and some painkillers dared to sell five gold coins. It was enough for ordinary people to spend three months outside.

Although it was expensive, Roger was not stingy. He bought all the medicines he should buy. He went to the clothing store to buy a new skirt and two new clothes. When he returned to the room, Alice was lying quietly on the bed.

The hot water in the room was already boiling, Roger poured the hot water into a basin and let it cool for a while, and then gave Alice painkillers.

"Although it's very presumptuous, Miss Alice, your injuries are a bit serious. Can you please put your clothes on..."

"Hula", before he finished speaking, Alice tore off the skirt on the left side of his thigh, the clothes on the right side of his upper body, and the round chest and thighs stained with blood were exposed to Roger's eyes without any cover. She got up and wet the towel in hot water, and added a little salt to clean the wounds by herself.

Although the three scratches were ferocious and terrifying, Alice was bare and shy at this time. Although this was not the first time Roger saw a woman's half naked body, this time he was particularly unscrupulous, with dry mouth and a fire seemed to be burning in his lower abdomen.

For some reason, he didn't feel anything about the drink girl in the tavern on Koloka Island. He once wondered if she was impotence or some kind of orientation problem. Now he realized that it was just because they were not seductive enough.

Alice was very familiar with the wound and healed it in a few minutes. Then Roger bandaged her. Alice sat on the bed, and Roger squatted and bandaged her thighs.

Alice put her hands on her legs and looked down at Roger. He had desire but was ruthlessly suppressed. His desire was very strong. This desire to vent was no different from the men who made her hate here, but she didn't hate him, and even had an addicted liking.

"Alice, you haven't been to the Death Fighting Tower for a long time, right?" Roger said while bandaging: "From the first floor to the tenth floor, if you participate in the competition in a normal manner, you will need to win a hundred games in a row, but you only have fifty games in total, which means you have challenged more than once more than one level."

According to the rules of the Death Fighting Tower, there is only one consequence of failure in the challenge across the layer, death.

"People who win fifty games in the Fighting Tower are usually well-known, and their fighting styles are also well-known, but there are not many people here who know you except Mr. Zero. Therefore, you stay on each floor for a short time, and you also stay in the Fighting Tower for a short time."

This is the conclusion Roger came to.

"But I can feel that you like this place very much, and blood can make you excited." Roger raised his head and looked at her eyes. His eyes were covered with strange colors, as if he was very interested in what he said, hoping that he would continue to say it.

Roger said: "What a sad life would it be if a person can only find fun in killing?"

Alice's eyes immediately became cold, and Roger's words stinged her. The cold murderous aura spread, and only those who had truly killed people could exude this cold murderous aura.

Roger stared into her eyes: "Miss Alice, are there any people in this world that you are worthy of nostalgia? Are there any memories worth keeping? If there are, Roger sincerely hopes that Miss Alice can find other things and the same fun as other girls."

Alice's eyes returned to its original appearance. Roger looked at Alice's eyes for the first time, not only plain, no emotion, these eyes contain too many, distrust of the world, simplicity of seeing through everything, and indifference to life...

"Miss Alice, it's time for us to go back",

Before coming to the Death Fighting Tower, Roger wanted to try his bald boy puppet here. This puppet has never been used once since it was made. Only here can he test the power of this puppet and not worry about exposing his identity.

But now Alice is seriously injured, and this place is not safe for her, so he can only give up this idea first.

Roger walked out of the death fighting tower with Alice carrying a black box on his back.

"Mr. Roger, Miss Alice, welcome yours again," Zero waved to them.

The moon outside the Death Fighting Tower was sparsely bright, and the bright moonlight was shining, but in Roger's eyes it was not as charming as it was when he came, but it was a little desolate. Roger put the black box into the cab of the silver demon and climbed up the silver demon with Alice on his back. Roger was worried that she could not sit steadily, so he took off his clothes and tore them into strips of cloth and tied them around her waist.

"Alice, you can pull the cloth strip when the wound hurts, and I will stop and rest." Roger was worried that the silver demon's bumps might pull her wound.

Alice nodded, and Roger then drove the silver demon into the woods. How many small flowers could occasionally be encountered in the woods?

Alice picked one and put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it, then threw it away. Her nose moved and smelled the remaining bloody smell on her body, which made her feel intoxicating smile.

After all, the fragrance of flowers is not as charming as blood.
Chapter completed!