Chapter 560
2021-01-06
Chapter 560 Brother SufferingCan't open my eyes so I can't see who is coming, but given the There are only two outsiders entering the house, and the identity of the other party is actually easy to guess.
Sure enough, along with the slight and rapid breathing with a hint of nervousness, a soft and tender hand touched his face, touching the east, touching the west, and pinching as if doubting whether it was true or false. His nose... Then he put it down and probed into the bottom of the quilt. After holding his arm for a moment, he felt the abnormally low body temperature. Then he moved to the chest and pressed it for a few seconds. After confirming that the heartbeat frequency had not changed significantly, he took Slightly unwilling to take it out.
That's all?
Fucked through?
Just as Igor breathed a sigh of relief, the little hand slipped in again without warning from the other edge of the bed, this time no longer looking around, but moving quickly with a clear target.
Although the body is temporarily difficult to move, the nerve endings that are not paralyzed are still faithfully and keenly feeding back all touch to the brain.
Igor felt his hair stand on end.
No matter what image he is in the eyes of outsiders, after removing his identity and neglecting his status, he is still a normal man physically... In this situation without any psychological preparation, it is impossible not to be nervous of.
What does Little Lass want to do? is it possible that is to judge whether he is pretending to be dead? !
But doesn't she know that such reactions are divided into two types: psychological and reflex, and are not completely controlled by the high-level center of the brain. Even patients who are really asleep or even in a coma may appear. As a way to test if someone is poisoned?
Wait, expecting an underage native of this world to know so much is too demanding, and she probably doesn't know!
That oneself has to do everything possible to curb the body's reaction!
Igor is not a special agent or a spy, and he has never received such unpopular skill training. Normally, this is of course a fantasy story, but now he has Melisandre's series of hibernation spells and Qyburn Maester's paralyzing potion. Not only is the response slightly sluggish, but after the heartbeat slows down, the blood pressure decreases and the supply of various parts is also a Great Accomplishment problem. As long as you persist a little, it is enough to drag the people around you to notice that it is not good and take action!
Within three or two seconds, Igor had a clear idea of how to deal with it, however—things didn’t go the way he expected: Missandei, after a brief exploration of familiar structures, quickly descended again. Dive in, and when he's fully ready for the future, and forever impossible, with a squeeze of his fingers without the slightest hesitation!
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If the pain is graded from 0 to 10, then according to the differences in personal physique, endurance and will, different men's experience of pain will probably be "10 points" , "ten" to "out of the table can't be described" swings and floats.
Because the nerves are densely covered, but there is little strong contact with the foreign object other than friction, the pain caused by the trauma here is not only intense but also extremely unfamiliar. No one can do it without targeted experience training. Resist purely by will. In an instant, a tsunami of terrifying and swift pain rushed into his brain from the bottom up, sweeping across Igor's entire consciousness in an instant - just like condensing the pain of a woman's entire childbirth into half a second and releasing it. In the face of the surging pain, reason is too late to play a role: what a decisive plan once and for all, what a plan to play dead to fool the Queen, what a big chess game to push the Seven Kingdoms to build the Greater Crownlands... All were washed clean, Igor's mind. All of a sudden there was only one thing left:
Pain! ! !
He should have bowed and huddled into a ball, should have been clutching his lower abdomen until he lost his voice, should have been twitching and rolling until he couldn't breathe... In short, he would make some violent movements, completely exposing and pretending to be dead The fact that all the foreshadowing and preparations in front were all failed, so he was forced to choose the back-up plan of the bottom line.
But Qyburn Maester's paralyzing potion has done wonders in this brief moment - as a medical aid to assist surgery, it can't really paralyze people, but it can make all movements of the user more than usual It is much weaker and slower by two beats, and this characteristic has led to: the peak of pain that originally only took half a second to cross the border, forcibly was disintegrated and spread over a few seconds, and this seemingly insignificant bit of weakening was enough. Igor, who would have jumped up, forcibly bowed and rolled into much less leg pinching, twitching, and writhing.
A change of this magnitude would not reverse the inevitable outcome of the exposure...because Missandei's hand has not yet left, and even the slightest movement can't escape her when there is close contact with her body. perception.
Fortunately, Igor is not alone, he has teammates - a group of land-granters standing in front of the hospital bed, who will not watch Daenerys' maids play and torture their Lord Commander. .
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Here, Igor struggles with a pain he's never experienced in his life.
On the other side, the little clerk was also blushing with red ears and red cheeks, and the little heart mentioned his throat.
Although she used to be a slave girl, Missandei was still young before she was liberated from the Good Masters by Daenerys, and she was discovered to have an extraordinary talent for language innate. Her slave-master chose to train it into a book. And translators instead of bed slaves... The division of labor between slaves is very clear, and there are very few part-time jobs, which also leads to: Strictly speaking, this is the first time she has had such unobstructed contact with the body of the opposite sex.
Shyness is only an insignificant part of Missandei's emotions at the moment, fear and nervousness are the protagonists - she knows very well how dangerous oneself is doing: if the suspicion fails, then she is nothing more than the Lord Commander of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch is disrespectful, backed by the Queen, and mostly fine. But once the guess is true, the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, who pretended to be dead, would definitely jump up furiously under the grip of oneself, waving his hands murderous-looking and ordering the arrest... When the time comes, Daenerys even himself will be the target, not to mention the protection of oneself and the healers who come with her.
After a grip, Missandei released her fingers and held her breath as she waited for the outcome, but things didn't go the same way she expected: someone did jump up in a fit of rage—not lying on the bed. Igor, who was looking at her, but from start to finish stood by and stared at her escort bodyguard.
"What are you doing!" Captain Harvey, the guard, roared like thunder, and with the sound of metal scratching, he pulled out his sword.
For a girl about Myrcella's age, Missandei was probably smart and brave. But no matter how loyal Daenerys is and is willing to sacrifice for him, she is still just a little girl with little power... The courage she mustered out of loyalty and responsibility has been completely consumed in the "attack on Lord" Commander of the Night's Watch", so that when another adult male soldier with a back of a tiger and waist of a bear fully armed came towards her with a sword in his hand with a ferocious expression, she was directly frightened. Screaming and backing away, he stumbled on the stool next to the bed where the two "doctors" had previously sat, leaned back, and fell on his buttocks to face the sky.
"What are you doing?" Melisandre saw everything in his eyes, reacted immediately, made a confused expression, and asked knowingly.
"What did you see this stinky girl doing just now!" Harvey clenched his steel sword and said in a suppressed furious tone, pressing towards Missandei, who fell to the ground.
"What can she do as a little girl?" Red Woman with slim eyebrows, stood between the two, pretending to confront them: "Put down the sword!"
"Lord Commander If he is unconscious, his life and death are unknown, then it's fine if the shit Queen doesn't come to visit, send a maid, and touch him while Lord Igor is unconscious? He looked wickedly and glared at Melisandre: "Old witch, Lord Commander respects you, and the brothers give you face. If something happens to him, you will be no different from a fart in our eyes! Get out of the way!"
Melisandre squinted his eyes, his eyes flashed fiercely, and his tone became unpleasant: "Oh? Then if I don't let it go, why don't you try it, what's the difference between me and a fart?"
The guard confronted Red Woman for a moment, pretending to be cowardly because of fear, took a step back, and pointed the language at the little clerk who was rubbing his butt and trying to get up from the ground with difficulty: "Hey! Little horse flea hoof! If you are short of men, just say it straight, there are a lot of brothers in this military camp for you to choose, stay away from people you shouldn't touch!" Qyburn communicated the method of detoxification. The next second scene had already fallen to the level of with swords drawn and bows bent. The situation changed so fast that he was so frightened that he froze in place. His waist, his face kindly helped Missandei, who fell to the ground in shock.
"Harvey, calm down. This girl is just trying to wake up Lord Commander in a 'grooming' way. This is a very common operation in medicine, and there is no malicious intent. Don't be too unusual!" While pretending to appease the crazy guard, old Maester steadied the little clerk, gently pushed her towards the door, tilted his head and lowered his voice to remind her and the already frightened Potter: "Come on, Lord Commander is poisoned, the most panicked. It's the confidants who followed him from the south, making them anxious, and now they can really do anything!"
"Yes...I'm sorry, I...I... Let's go and inform the Queen!" Missandei was so frightened that he couldn't even speak, dragged his own healer and stepped back, finally glanced at the hospital bed of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, and quickly opened the door and escaped.
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(end of this chapter)