The "courting death" series perfectly describes Lu Fangyao; how did he end up getting into a fight with Instructor Qiu Bai?
Lu Fangyao finished the last of the salty soy milk with a burp, probably never wanting to see soy milk again in his life, but he gained a small reward.
The healing potion given to him by Instructor Qiu Bai.
"Brother, let me use it, my arm is going to be useless."
Actually, it's not that hard to endure, but maintaining one position for a long time doesn't allow for good blood circulation. In addition, unless the injury is serious, soldiers are generally encouraged to heal on their own and tap into their body's inner potential rather than relying excessively on drugs.
"No, this must be treasured. How can something so valuable be used casually?"
Wu Lin: If I hadn't seen what Instructor Qiu Bai gave you, I would have really thought it was something valuable. Believe me, if you keep prioritizing women over friends like this, I'll beat you to death.
Perhaps Wu Lin's gaze was too obvious, because Lu Fangyao finally felt a little bit embarrassed after tricking the other party, and then chose to quickly and very quickly spray him with water.
"Alright, stop saying that I, Dad, value women over friends."
"You still know that? If I could use my arm right now, I would beat you to death, you son of a bitch."
As they were talking, their arms bumped together, and the sensation was like icebergs colliding violently in the deep sea. It was so intense that it made them instantly alert, and staying up all night was no problem at all.
Wu Lin felt like his scalp was being ripped off. "Lu Fangyao, I'm done with you."
"I'm doing this to help you, so you won't get sleepy later. Trust your father's good intentions."
Lu looked at Wu Lin with a sincere expression, trying to convince the other party that he hadn't slipped on his feet.
"I didn't believe your lies."
The two chased each other out of the base, then took out their mechs and chased each other, stumbling and wobbling as they ran towards the outside of the planet.
Atop the tower, Glasses watched the two figures depart, a hint of envy in his eyes.
Gu Chen originally came up to discuss some matters, but seeing the other person's gaze, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Hey Glasses, you don't actually like guys, do you?"
"I don't like you, thank you."
"That can't be the eldest brother, you can't go and ruin other people's flowers and plants."
Seeing Gu Chen's evasive manner, Glasses shifted his gaze elsewhere, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, while reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small knife Chu Rui had given him.
His recent memories have been a bit strange. He keeps having bizarre dreams at night, dreams filled with wailing and blood red, and the cries of all sorts of strange beasts, wild animals, and humans.
Each time, the dream ends abruptly after I see the flower on this dagger.
It was terrifying; even in broad daylight, the thought sent chills down his spine, a testament to his many war experiences.
What right does someone like him have?
"Gu Chen, do you remember the first time you saw me?"
Gu Chen scratched his head, realizing he had said the wrong thing. It wasn't that he disliked Glasses' sexual orientation; it was just that he was the boss's younger brother, and he...
“Of course I remember. Back then, you were thin and small, covered in blood. It was the boss who brought you back during a mission. After you woke up, you didn’t remember anything, but you just stayed with the boss.”
"Yes, I don't remember anything. Tell me, what kind of person was I before? Could I actually have been a bad person?"
As he said this, his palm just happened to poke the blade of the wooden dagger.
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