太深了再深一点嗯娇喘视频

Warden had finally realized himself as a True Spearmaster.

June decided not to distract him again and left, leaving the meals. Considering he probably had no more potions, she left a dozen more of them near the box as well.

Day 9

June again found him fighting. His Intent was more condensed now, though he struggled to incorporate them with his void energy. He let out a groan in frustration, ending the five echoes he was fighting a moment ago in quick succession.

"Just almost there," he mumbled. His clothes were already tattered, his upper body completely bare-chested with marks of wounds. "And then looks like I have to repair the spear again."

About to sit down right there to work on restoring the shell of the spear, he found his meals appearing magically like the other times.

"June," he mumbled, though he did not look anywhere to find her. "I knew she was a keeper."

A tinge of redness appeared on June\'s cheek as she heard him, finding him looking like a silly fellow. She disappeared again.

Day 10

"29% now," Warden rasped, downing a healing portion along with the substitute food potion. He has finished all the food she had left for him. It seems June was somewhat late this time, mostly because she was preparing more food after noting his needs.

Of course, she could have hired someone to make the food or even bought it from some restaurants, but she had been mostly free and decided to put her culinary abilities to the test. She does feel good about feeding him, which was one of the biggest factors.

June was finally understanding what Warden meant when he said about liking to feed others.

After finishing the potions, Warden draped in his legendary pieces of equipment, as it seemed his masochist training regimen finally came to an end. She hoped.

With his intent covering the spear, Warden flew deeper into Valley, looking for new ways to sharpen his intent. He almost reached the periphery of the restricted area, thankfully, June didn\'t have to remind him of what was important here. He seemed to have already found a direction where he could fight against the scariest of ghost warriors.

Warren began to fight through the encirclement of the echo of the dead. June watched for a few minutes and departed, leaving all the food she cooked behind.

Day 11, 6 hours before the timeout.

For the last meal, June decided to make something special. Considering Warden\'s condition, he would need a lot of spirit-invested, nutritious food for the next few days for his body to come back to normalcy.

Thus, she had ordered the meat of a gold-rank savage boar and cooked it with various highly spiritual herbs and natural spices. She had to push her control of energy to the limit to cook it to the fullest, even with a couple of helpers she hired. It had taken over two hours of intense work, and by the end of it, June had a newfound appreciation for all the chefs and kitchen workers.

Although it was difficult, it would all be worth it.

Warden was fighting again when June appeared in the blackened valley. This time again with a singular foe, over a dozen feet long, with its figure brimming with death energy. More importantly, he was in his rock-tattered clothing again, storing away his legendary artifacts.

Possibly, he might have put on a tunic, but too little of it remained for her to question. Thankfully, he was not getting that many wounds, like the last time she had seen him.

In the meantime when he wore his cloak and armour, most of his wounds had healed, leaving behind only faint marks, other than the deep lines of old scars, which even his regeneration power was unable to heal.

June observed Warden\'s battle against the demonic echo, which nearly matched the prowess of a peak Iron Ranker. Her eyes followed the deep scar that went from his upper body to deep below his waist like a dividing line. The scar wasn\'t a straight one, so likely it wasn\'t from a weapon like a sword or spear.

The other time she was here, Warden had been drenched in so much blood and wounds that June couldn\'t discern the terrifying scar. However, she made no mistake in recognising it this time. If a scar couldn\'t be healed through regeneration power, that could only mean one thing: Soul Trauma.

Unfortunately, it wasn\'t the only one on his body. Apart from small tear marks that would heal over time, there were two symmetric scars on his back. They resembled more wounds inflicted with a blade than the result of spiritual trauma, though they still left marks on his soul.

What kind of life must he have lived to bear such soul scars? Low-rankers didn\'t live through the experience to bear soul scars. It consumes them in no time, leading to death. Perhaps there are still many mysteries left to unfold, mysteries even he may not be aware of.

Once again, Warden attempted to reinforce a connection between his void energy and his intent. June could detect their clash. The void energy was too dominating against the newly awakened intent, although she couldn\'t deny it hardly resembled a recently awakened intent.

As Warden had mentioned before, he was likely relearning the same steps. The steps came more effortlessly to him than anyone she had seen. For instance, it takes a decade for a genius swordsman to awaken their intent, but Warden achieved it in a few days after acquiring his spear.

There was no way that was possible unless he had cultivated it before, but those powers were ripped away from his being. That could possibly be the reason behind those soul scars.