"Okay." Fang Hua gave him a push, urging him to go back quickly. "Hurry up, they'll be here soon. Stay away from Li Wenyang, he seems to have broken down."
What does it mean if it seems to be broken?
Are you jealous again? Is it because Li Wenyang is getting too close to him?
Fang Rong turned and ran, shouting as he ran, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Level 1 alert!"
Everyone here is a well-trained soldier. They have been training for a thousand days to use them for one day. Their abilities are not usually apparent, but now that they have experienced great storms, they are preparing for battle with exceptional composure.
Fang Rong ran to almost the center before stopping, and the circle of a thousand people gradually gathered, waiting for the impending attack.
Like the calm before a storm, all around was quiet, even breathing was so faint it was almost inaudible.
Most people stood still, back to back, forming a circle to protect the others.
"The mutants are on the outside, and the superhumans are on the inside." The instructor clearly knew something; this arrangement was quite obvious and exactly what Li Wenyang had deduced.
The team switched places, changing from the inside out, with the mutants on the outside and the superhumans on the inside.
Fang Rong put on the mecha and checked whether the shells were working properly and whether the superpowers were flowing smoothly. The spare magazines and energy boxes were in his space, ready to be replaced at any time.
Perhaps knowing they could no longer hide, dragons suddenly leaped down from the trees, their massive bodies pressing down and their sharp claws slashing. The army was thrown into chaos, desperately trying to deal with the attacking dragons.
Fang Rong took a few steps back, then turned to look for Li Wenyang. It would be good to have someone to look after her at this time.
However, Fang Hua's words made him hesitate. Upon closer examination, Li Wenyang was also an orc. What if he was also controlled? Wouldn't that be like a lamb being led to the slaughter?
"Fang Rong?" Li Wenyang's voice sounded behind him. "Is that you?"
Fang Rong instinctively turned around, "It's me."
"Why are you still standing here like an idiot? You almost got eaten by a dragon. What are you thinking about?" Li Wenyang had blood on his hands, and a small flying dragon corpse lay on the ground.
Fang Rong was taken aback. He had been distracted and hadn't noticed that the flying dragon had appeared out of nowhere and tried to ambush him, but Li Wenyang had dealt with it.
Li Wenyang, being like this, would never harm him.
Fang Rong took off her helmet and handed it to him, saying, "It's dangerous for you to be without any protective gear. This can protect you."
The helmet transformed into a vest.
Li Wenyang was taken aback for a moment, "Thank you!"
He took the vest, lowered his head, and his medium-length hair covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression.
"I'm sorry." She spoke very softly, and Fang Rong didn't hear her clearly. She couldn't help but lean closer to listen. "What did you say?"
Li Wenyang suddenly looked up, a fierce glint in his eyes, and a needle shot out from his sleeve, piercing Fang Rong's neck.
The unknown liquid in the syringe disappeared instantly, flowing into his bloodstream. Fang Rong only had time to pull it out before everything went black, plunging him into endless darkness.
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