"I'm just telling you this one thing," Ruan Kongyin continued, "There will be people above who will take care of things; we just need to do our current tasks well."
"I know," Jiang Wuyuan replied, quickly shoveling the remaining rice from the insulated container into his mouth.
He wasn't a nobleman's son, and he hadn't learned any dining etiquette since childhood, but the way he quickly shoveled food into his mouth didn't seem rude.
After finishing the last grain of rice, Jiang Wuyuan took the insulated container to wash it clean and put it back into Ruan Kongyin's hand: "Thank you."
Ruan Kongyin carefully put away the dripping lunchbox and replied with a smile, "You're welcome."
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In the following two weeks, Jiang Wuyuan participated in three more direct battles.
During this period, he vaguely grasped the threshold of spatial artistic conception.
Although his talent in spatial arts is far inferior to that in swordsmanship, Jiang Wuyuan still diligently honed this talent.
Because it is truly an excellent escape tool, and as an auxiliary means, it is extremely suitable.
If others knew that Jiang Wuyuan had such thoughts, they would probably think it was a waste of talent.
Who can use spatial talents as a supplementary means?
Oh, a god-level talent in swordsmanship, then it's alright.
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War Cry!
Dragon Steps!
Facing a group of fifth-tier magical beasts, Jiang Wuyuan dared not relax his guard at all.
He did his best to reach the limit of what he could.
The golden dragon phantom shone brightly, and a golden flame seemed to be ignited in its eyes.
Dragon Slash!
roar--
The dragon roared and charged bravely and fearlessly toward the direction the sword was pointing.
boom--
A loud bang.
Jiang Wuyuan sensed the last bit of qi and blood in his body, then took a few steps back, letting Si Kai, who was rushing over, temporarily take over.
Because of what Jiang Wuyuan had done before—successfully rescuing the guerrilla commander from the rear of the battlefield.
As a result, the entire guerrilla group is very grateful to this young man, and they directly assigned Xi Yang, a top-tier healer/support among the Martial Emperors, to Ruan Kongyin's team.
Now, Jiang Wuyuan no longer needs to rely on stamina potions to replenish his energy, because his team now has a perpetual motion machine.
"It'll be over soon, won't it?" Ruan Kongyin gazed into the distance.
The beast tide that seemed to stretch endlessly two weeks ago has now shrunk considerably.
"Hang in there a little longer." Xi Yang cast a few healing spells on Jiang Wuyuan and encouraged him, "I'll treat you to drinks when we get back!"
After spending a few days with them, she had come to accept these young students.
People in the military are always straightforward, including the women.
So it doesn't feel out of place to hear someone ask for drinks from a delicate and beautiful woman.
Jiang Wuyuan held his sword, gazing at the approaching alien races and magical beasts, a flash of golden light passing through his eyes.
Wind, Splendor!
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