Chapter 218 This life is yours
As Chen Yanzhou expected, Ethan agreed without hesitation after listening to Jiang Wangyue's words.
Jiang Wangyue hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask, "Did you really hear what I said?"
Ethan knelt on one knee and looked up at Jiang Wangyue with a calm expression.
"Listen carefully. If I don't succeed, I will die immediately."
"Then you still—"
Ethan gently interrupted Jiang Wangyue, "But I need to recover quickly."
Not only because he wanted to follow them into the Northern Snowfield, but also because he could no longer suppress his desire for revenge.
He wanted to kill his enemies himself, rather than have someone else do it for him.
Jiang Wangyue looked at the determination in Yisencan's golden eyes and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"In that case, let's get started."
What Jiang Wangyue meant by destroying and then rebuilding was to use another method to break up and reshape Ethan's broken spiritual sea.
This was what she saw and wrote down when she was looking for other information in the Central Military Academy Library.
Throughout the entire process, if there was even the slightest accident, she would be fine, but Ethan would definitely die.
Jiang Wangyue looked up and exchanged glances with Shen Yanzhou, who nodded slightly.
The guarding work was left to him.
Jiang Wangyue found a comfortable position, sat cross-legged, and smiled gently at Ethan.
Ethan was in a trance for a moment, and before he could react, Jiang Wangyue's powerful mental power suddenly poured out, turning into a huge wave that surged wildly in his sea of consciousness.
Unprepared, Ethan suddenly fell to his knees, trembling violently, his long fingers gripping the ground tightly.
He originally thought that after experiencing such excruciating torture, there would be no more pain that he could not bear.
But at this moment, his pale lips were bitten and bleeding, cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes, and his spiritual sea was violently shaken by the fierce mental power, almost tearing him into pieces.
Before he lost consciousness, the last thing that flashed through Ethan's mind was Jiang Wangyue's smile.
Chen Yanzhou looked down at him, then looked away.
As long as you don't die, it's fine.
Ethan is indeed not dead.
By the time he regained consciousness, it was already the next afternoon.
He stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling, subconsciously looking inward at his spiritual sea.
The originally broken sea of spirit is now brand new.
She really helped him restore his spiritual sea.
Ethan suddenly sneered, and a strong hatred gradually gathered in his eyes.
He will get back every penny from those who harmed him!
"woke up?"
A clear voice suddenly rang out, and Ethan sat up straight reflexively and looked in the direction of the sound.
Jiang Wangyue was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, looking at him leisurely.
Ethan threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and knelt on one knee in front of Jiang Wangyue.
He said in a hoarse voice: "This life is yours."
Jiang Wangyue shook her head. "It's useless for me to take your life. Just live well and think of it as your own life from now on."
As she spoke, she used a bit of her mental power to explore Ethan's spiritual sea.
The latter lowered his eyes to look at the ground, and stood motionless, allowing Jiang Wangyue's mental power to wander in the sea of mind he had reshaped.
After confirming that there was no problem with Ethan's spiritual sea, Jiang Wangyue immediately stood up and walked out.
"You change your clothes first, I'll wait for you outside."
Ethan was stunned, and after hearing Jiang Wangyue's words, he subconsciously looked down at himself.
The clothes soaked with cold sweat were still on his body, wrinkled and sticking to his skin, making him look disheveled.
Ethan couldn't help but curl his fingertips slightly as he heard the door closing beside him.
Jiang Wangyue had seen him in every miserable state. He didn't react at all when he was kneeling on the ground naked and being whipped. Why is it that now that just because his clothes are wrinkled, he feels an indescribable embarrassment?
Jiang Wangyue waited outside the door for a while before hearing a voice behind him.
Ethan changed into a pure black combat uniform, with the belt tightly tied around his waist, outlining his lean and powerful figure.
"Owner."
Ethan lowered his head slightly and called out in a low voice.
Jiang Wangyue glanced at his empty wrist and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
"Why don't you use the terminal? Are you worried there's a bug in it?"
Ethan immediately denied it, "No."
He paused, his voice lowering a bit, "It's just... I can't use it now."
Before returning to the empire for revenge, he could not let anyone know his situation, including his comrades and subordinates in the Hunting Corps.
It’s not that I don’t trust them, but I can’t bring them any trouble.
"Why not?" Jiang Wangyue raised her hand and tapped Ethan's forehead again. "If you get lost without the terminal, how can I find you?"
Ethan couldn't help but touch the place where she hit him, and instinctively defended himself: "I'm not directionally challenged, I won't get lost."
Jiang Wangyue narrowed her eyes, grabbed his face, and threatened, "If I say you might get lost, then you might get lost. Don't talk back."
"……yes."
"Come on, I'll take you to dinner."
There is no place for people to eat in the black market. If you are hungry, just drink a tube of nutrient solution.
Ethan had the same thought, so after hearing Jiang Wangyue's words, he didn't react for a while.
Until he followed Jiang Wangyue on the white snow and walked into an ordinary house.
As soon as Jiang Wangyue opened the door, he started yelling, "Dad, your kid is starving!"
Chen Yanzhou looked at her with amusement, "You sound full of energy, you don't look like you're starving. Why don't you wait a little longer to eat?"
Although he said that, Chen Yanzhou's hands did not stop pinching the noodles at all.
Jiang Wangyue smiled and came closer. While holding up the prepared noodle soup, she asked Ethan to sit down at the table.
With the wind howling and snow flying outside, there is nothing more comfortable than eating a bowl of hot soup noodles.
Ethan looked at the bowl of noodles that Jiang Wangyue placed in front of him and couldn't help but be stunned.
He has been an orphan since childhood. His mother died and his father was unknown. He grew up struggling on the garbage planet. No one ever told him that he should eat a bowl of hot noodles in winter.
"Do you like spicy food?"
Jiang Wangyue suddenly asked.
Ethan reacted and shook his head.
"Then give you a chicken drumstick."
Before Jiang Wangyue finished speaking, a black chicken drumstick appeared in Ethan's bowl of noodles.
Because the economy of this planet is underdeveloped and it is too remote, there is not much edible meat. Black chickens, which are raised in large quantities in a low-temperature, low-gravity environment with firm meat and low price, have become one of their main foods.
After all, although inferior nutrient solution has the word "nutrition" in its name, it can only provide them with a feeling of fullness and has nothing to do with nutrition.
Ethan's grip on the chopsticks tightened again. Yesterday's local snacks, today's hot noodles, Ethan had never been taken so seriously before.
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