Yang Qinglan tore strips of cloth from her shirt with a dagger and used them to bandage Li Changzhou. She had taught herself first aid during class time.

Li Qianxia held back her tears, feeling heartbroken as she watched Li Changzhou sweat profusely from the pain.

"Brother, use your gun to suck some of my blood."

"This little injury is nothing, it's just the right amount of pain." Li Changzhou pushed away the blood-red steel gun she offered.

"If it doesn't hurt, where does the fighting spirit come from?" He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly ruthless smile.

Li Qianxia said nothing more and reached out to wipe his sweat.

"Alright, now focus on your left hand. If it really breaks, I don't know if Grade C 'Healing' will be useful."

Thanks.

Yang Qinglan remained silent.

“Now it’s time for revenge.” Li Changzhou’s eyes turned cold.

Li Qianxia gripped the steel gun tightly: "Brother, what do we do?"

"Don't be impulsive," Yang Qinglan advised. "That golden eagle's stealth skills are amazing, and it's so fast that even I didn't notice it. Even if you lure it down with taunt, can you be sure there aren't other opponents lying in ambush nearby? What if they're also attracted here? Have you forgotten about the owl from earlier?"

"What's your idea?" Li Changzhou asked her.

"Don't act rashly. Survival is the most important thing. Besides, your arm is not suitable for fighting anymore." Yang Qinglan glanced at his blood-stained arm.

Li Changzhou frowned.

"Not seeking revenge?" Li Qianxia was taken aback. "That's right! Survival is the most important thing! Have my brother dig the hole deeper, narrower on the outside and wider on the inside, so that no one can get in!"

“That won’t work either,” Yang Qinglan said.

"Why?" Li Qianxia couldn't understand.

"If your brother's intelligence continues to decline, his true nature will be exposed."

"nature?"

"Do you think your brother is a good person? Don't forget his white ID card and his eerie instincts."

"Hey, I'm still awake, I didn't faint from the pain," Li Changzhou said, displeased.

"Let me put it another way—if your brother's intelligence continues to decline, the two of us won't be able to stop him. He will stand on the cliff with his crippled body, fighting a bloody battle on all sides, and die on the battlefield."

Li Qianxia recalled that time on the snowy plains, when Li Changzhou went crazy and fought with the water buffalo, not stopping even after the game ended.

"Okay, I'll listen to Qinglan!" she said.

Yang Qinglan nodded: "Be vigilant, everyone be careful."

Li Changzhou sighed, feeling utterly miserable. He had worked up a sweat in the sweltering summer heat, and excitedly ran home to open the refrigerator, only to find that the power was out and the Sprite was lukewarm.

The sweat was wasted, and the blood was shed for nothing.

However, Yang Qinglan is right; staying alive is the most important thing.

Most importantly, he didn't really have any grudge against the golden eagle, and it was he who was injured, so he could tolerate it.

The three hid in the pit, fully alert.

Actually, this place is not safe, very unsafe. It's a pit on a cliff with nowhere to escape. If a poisonous animal appears (there are far too many of them), they won't be able to escape.

But where can we go?

Above is a smooth stone wall, and below is the Nu River, powerful enough to destroy a dam. Clinging to the cliff is even more dangerous, like a rabbit running across a wide-open plain.

The crater in front of us, though as terrifying as the shell craters on the battlefield, at least serves a purpose.

“It’s a pity about that monkey,” Yang Qinglan suddenly said softly, “I was afraid the smell of blood would attract the enemy, so I threw it away. If I had kept it, you could have healed your wounds right now.”

"Forget it, eating monkeys isn't good for my mental health," Li Changzhou said, unconcerned.

After calming down, he realized that getting injured now might not be a bad thing. No one knows what the future holds, and as long as he doesn't die, it's always good to gain more experience—especially since he was already injured.

Yang Qinglan nodded, then suddenly remembered something and rolled up her trouser leg.

Li Changzhou was looked at with a mocking gaze by "Orchid Mantis - Am I pretty?" (used by the female).

A black butterfly was tied to her shapely calves, the two complementing each other, the black appearing even blacker and the white even whiter, adding a touch of sexiness.

Yang Qinglan gently pulled on one of the butterfly's wings and untied the bow.

"Flammable." She handed the butterfly over.

"Silk, silk, stockings?" Li Changzhou looked at the black gauze ball in her palm.

"Virgins are easily excited, but don't do strange things. I've never worn these shoes."

"...I am pain, the 'hiss' with the mouth radical."

"Light it yourself when the time is right." Yang Qinglan handed him the dagger again, then ignored him and carefully observed her surroundings.

After the golden eagle circled for a while, another bird appeared in the sky.

A white falcon, on which sits an old man, dressed in a wolfskin coat, whose style suggests he is Kazakh.

The falcon flew higher than the golden eagle, took the high ground, then folded its wings and tucked its head to its shoulders, crashing into the golden eagle like a meteorite or an arrow.

The speed exceeds 360 meters per second.

The golden eagle narrowly missed, reaching out with its talons to grab.

The old Kazakh man on the falcon's back shouted in his native language, and the falcon's sudden descent was abruptly halted in mid-air.

The golden eagle, which had been targeted, missed its target, and the falcon took the opportunity to take off again.

In the ensuing battle, the words of the Kazakh old man seemed like a divine command to the falcon, causing it to do many things that defied the laws of nature.

The golden eagle fought for a while, then was grazed and nearly lost half its body. Its feathers flew everywhere like an exploding pillow, but it still survived.

It swooped down, flying close to the cliff face.

The Kazakh old man was about to chase after the falcon when a bullet suddenly shot out and hit the falcon's wing.

A miracle happened again. At the command of the Kazakh elder, the falcon, whose wings were almost broken, still flew steadily in the air and disappeared in a flash.

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