Chapter 63 Are you for real?
Lin Yao shook his head, his lips pale: "No, I didn't mean to do that."
But in fact, he did point a gun at his comrade.
Like these plague victims in the war zone before us, who were once brothers and allies, but in the end went mad and turned their swords against each other.
"I didn't, Xie Xingchen." His voice trembled, and his face was pale.
How could he explain that for a moment his brain seemed to be controlled, and he involuntarily made a subconscious move?
Only now am I starting to feel scared.
He dared not imagine what it would be like if he didn't have that final moment of lucidity.
"Damn, Yao-ge, your marksmanship is amazing!!" He Li didn't see the initial scene; he only saw that his sniper rifle hit the target he was supposed to aim at, a headshot.
Cheng Boyan noticed that his expression was off and quickly went over to him: "What's wrong?"
Lin Yao moved his lips, unsure how to describe it, only feeling his heart pounding with fear.
Did he really almost kill Xie Xingchen just now?
How could he do such a thing?
“I…” He felt as if a thousand words were stuck in his throat, unable to utter a sound or explain.
Xie Xingchen just stared at him silently, lost in thought.
"Lin Yao and Xie Xingchen have cleared the south side. Please continue forward," Hall commanded. "Everyone, let me emphasize again: infected soldiers cannot be called soldiers, but enemies who harm our comrades. If found, kill them immediately."
Xie Xingchen gave Lin Yao a deep look, changed direction, and strode into the fray, killing each enemy headshot with a brutal display of skill.
Lin Yao handed the sniper rifle to Duan Zheng and took the short knife hanging on his body: "I'll use this."
Duan Zheng looked at him incredulously: "Are you crazy? A short knife is no match for a gun. If you are attacked, you won't even have time to run away."
"Use this one," Lin Yao said in a low voice.
He dared not use the gun for the time being; if another accident occurred like before, he would truly regret it for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, the weapons were confiscated in the post-war area, and they still engaged in close combat, more like wild beasts tearing and biting as they claimed territory—very primitive.
Lin Yao's fighting skills were top-notch; even with a short knife, he could take down his opponent and deliver a fatal blow with incredible speed. He kept his lips pursed and carried out his mission with the most brutal weaponry.
At the end, I looked up and saw Xie Xingchen not far away, along with the other guards brought by Pei Yizhong, cleanly and efficiently eliminating the northern battlefield with one shot each.
He still appeared calm and in control, but a deep gloom hung in his eyes.
That faint scent wafted over again, assaulting my heart.
"Xie Xingchen..." Lin Yao subconsciously called his name, wanting his information to suppress this uncomfortable restlessness, but because of what had just happened, he found it difficult to speak.
She felt her legs involuntarily moving towards him, and the sharp knife in her hand once again transformed into a sword of harm.
No, absolutely not.
Lin Yao bit his lower lip until it bled, barely managing to keep his mind clear.
"Xie Xingchen, dodge, get out of the way," he said with difficulty.
Once again, I was unable to control my behavior, my limbs were being pulled along, and I had an irresistible urge to obey.
After Xie Xingchen took down the new target, he turned around and looked at him indifferently. As he watched Xie Xingchen hold the knife and point it at him again, his eyes turned cold.
Something's not right.
If what happened earlier was unintentional, this is the second time already, it's definitely not a coincidence. He seems to have become a plague victim as well.
"Lin Yao, wake up!" Xie Xingchen reached out to pull him, but the sharp knife touched his chest again.
The bulletproof vest blocked the attack, but Lin Yao slashed at his arm, the hilt of his knife held tightly by Xie Xingchen, preventing him from moving.
"Lin Yao, I am Xie Xingchen. Are you sure you want to hurt me?"
"You just said that I am the most important person to you."
"Are you going to back out so quickly?"
Lin Yao's breathing was heavy, and his strength seemed to explode as if his blood was boiling, but he felt like a puppet on strings, unable to control himself, yet those words fell into his ears one by one.
No, Xie Xingchen is the most important person to him, he can't.
But I can't help wanting to hurt the other person.
What to do? Blood was already flowing from Lin Yao's mouth, yet he was still unable to resist.
"Lin Yao, if you stab me, I won't dodge."
"Lin Yao, you'll regret it if you kill me."
Xie Xingchen felt Lin Yao's strength become incredibly powerful and uncontrollable. In the struggle, the hand holding the knife broke free, but unexpectedly stabbed into him.
Instead, she stabbed him in the left arm with her other hand, and blood gushed out instantly.
"You..." Xie Xingchen's lips trembled. To avoid hurting him, she couldn't believe that he would use such a way to harm himself.
The pain brought him to his senses. Lin Yao frowned, using the wound on his arm to keep himself calm: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry, Xie Xingchen, I'm sorry."
Xie Xingchen's heart tightened, and he suddenly picked the person up and called out through the communicator: "Lin Yao is injured, requesting backup."
Because the preparation area was quite large, everyone was already scattered. Unexpectedly, the first to arrive were Pei Yizhong's guards.
“I’ll take him to the military hospital. Come with me.”
Xie Xingchen looked at the nearly empty game, thought for two seconds, and handed Lin Yao over: "I'll go see him after this is over. Please take care of him."
Lin Yao was too ruthless with himself; the wound wasn't too shallow, but luckily, no bones were broken.
However, due to his previous aphasia and sudden confusion, he fell into a prolonged high fever that refused to subside.
After Xie Xingchen finished suppressing all the blood plague victims with the main force, he urged He Li and the others to go back and rest first, while he stayed outside the ward all night.
Accompanying him was Pei Yizhong, who had come down from the battlefield.
"I've always found it strange that you seem to care so much about Lin Yao," Xie Xingchen asked in a low voice. "What exactly is your purpose?"
Pei Yizhong looked through the glass door at the person lying inside: "I felt an instant connection with him, as if we were old friends."
Xie Xingchen felt that this reason was flawless and plausible, so he hummed in agreement: "Because, Alliance Leader, you are still very wary of me."
Pei Yizhong looked up at him: "Weren't you also very wary of me? I think you should know something about why Lin Yao has become like this."
Of course he knew, but he couldn't say it. It was a secret that Lin Yao had carefully concealed for many years, and no one was allowed to reopen his wounds.
Xie Xingchen said calmly, "It's just that the discomfort is caused by the chaotic pheromones in the scene. You're overthinking it."
"The patient is awake," the nurse announced hurriedly from inside.
Just as Pei Yizhong was about to turn around, the other person added, "He doesn't see anyone else, only Xie Xingchen."
Xie Xingchen nodded slightly: "I'll go in first. Thank you again for providing the best medical support."
When she pushed open the door, she saw Lin Yao staring at her intently, like a broken glass doll that had been pieced back together, which made her feel sorry for him.
"Are you still feeling unwell?" Xie Xingchen walked over and placed his palm on his forehead. "It's still a little hot."
Lin Yao's lips moved slightly, his eyes reddening: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm sorry."
When he woke up, he was filled with endless fear.
All I remember is the moment the sniper rifle was pointed at Xie Xingchen; I was so scared that my whole body stiffened and I trembled.
My heart only slowly calmed down after he pushed open the door and came in.
"Thank goodness you're alright, otherwise I..." Lin Yao reached out and grabbed his wrist, making him spin around. "Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see."
"No, I'm perfectly healthy. But you are." Xie Xingchen stared at the blood-soaked gauze wrapped around his arm and sighed softly, "You hurt yourself so badly, doesn't it hurt?"
Lin Yao was still looking up at him, feeling like he was dreaming, as if it were all unreal.
I don't know what to do to calm my anxiety.
He reached out and pulled Xie Xingchen down, his fingers touching the top of his head, slowly moving down to his brow, bridge of his nose, lips, and then sliding down further.
Shoulders, chest, lower abdomen... as if to confirm that every inch is safe and sound.
Xie Xingchen could sense his lingering fear, panic, helplessness, and regret; otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so boldly.
"Are you real?" Lin Yao murmured to himself. "I can't tell. Xie Xingchen, are you real, or are you dreaming?"
"Are you unsure?" Xie Xingchen said in a low voice, "Do you want me to take my clothes off so you can touch them?"
It's true.
No one else said such things except him.
Lin Yao relaxed completely and sank into the pillow, reached out and slapped him, muttering under his breath, "You're so lewd."
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