Two more days passed.

Rat Ridge City.

Lan Xia slept for a long time, and finally opened her eyes slowly.

The vision in front of my eyes was blurry for a moment, then gradually became clear. The morning sun shone through the half-open window, spilling onto the bed. There was a faint sweet aroma of food in the air.

It was very quiet.

Lan Xia had a high fever for a long time. When she woke up, she felt her limbs were weak and she had no strength, but her body felt refreshed.

He coughed a few times, reached out to the bedside for his glasses, put them on, and sat up.

Hearing the movement at the door, Lan Xia tilted her head slightly, curled her lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Daixi."

"teacher!"

Jin Daiqi was stunned for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

Originally, she just wanted to carefully push the door open to take a look, but unexpectedly she ran into the teacher who had just woken up.

Jin Daiqian hurriedly opened the door and carefully looked at Lan Xia's face. She poured him a cup of water at just the right temperature and said with some concern: "Teacher, drink some water to moisten your throat first. Is there anything else that's bothering you? You've scared us these past few days."

"If Brother Bing and the others hadn't been close to you that day, who knows what would have happened! And, didn't you pick up a child? Brother Bing also picked up a person yesterday. He had no hands or feet. It looked very strange. You can take some time to go and take a look..."

The little girl's lively and clear voice injected some vitality and energy into the quiet room.

They are all trivial daily things, but they sound full of life.

Lan Xia listened carefully, took a few sips of water, and put the cup aside.

He looked towards the window sill subconsciously.

There are still two flower pots there, one is full of vitality, and the other is bare.

"…I was unconscious for several days?" he said suddenly.

Jin Daixi was stunned: "It's been four or five days."

Lan Xia's expression changed slightly. He lifted the thin blanket on his body and even forgot to put on his shoes. He walked quickly to the window sill. However, he was so exhausted that he almost fell down. Fortunately, he supported himself on the table in the middle.

Jin Daixiu screamed in surprise.

"What's wrong?!"

The door that had just been closed was opened again.

Hearing the noise, Alje Shoubing hurried in, wearing a cute apron.

Lian Yao came next, and he squeezed himself in through the gap in the door. The three of them, big and small, squeezed together in a funny way. They looked towards the window sill together with Jin Daiqiao.

Before I could feel happy, everyone fell silent and my heart began to sink.

The young man standing by the window had his hair untied, his long black hair draped over his shoulders in a somewhat messy manner, his face was pale as if he had just recovered from an illness, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he carefully examined the bare flowerpot on the windowsill.

Lan Xia reached out and pressed the soil next to the seeds, feeling the humidity. Finding it was just right, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Alger and the other three looked at each other knowingly, then walked up and said softly, "Don't worry, teacher. We took turns to look after this seed during the few days you were in a coma."

"That's good," Lan Xia still felt a little guilty, and tapped the soil next to the seeds lightly with her fingertips.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but his brows, which had just relaxed, began to wrinkle again. He whispered, "Luckily I have you guys, otherwise I would have been unconscious for the past few days. What if it rained or was windy outside..."

Lan Xia pursed her lips.

"It'll be fine," Alger looked at him and said seriously, "The teacher takes good care of it."

In fact, since the violet became extinct, information about its cultivation methods and flowering period has gradually disappeared. Perhaps there are still some seeds left, but no one has ever seen what the flower looks like when it blooms.

Now Alge was just thankful that he listened to Shoubing's advice. After the teacher's condition improved, he put the seed back into the flowerpot and took good care of it. Otherwise, he would not have spent this morning so peacefully.

"Let's eat first," Shou Bing coughed, "Teacher, you woke up just in time. I just made breakfast with dessert."

Lian Yao whispered, "Yes, let's eat first."

He had been enjoying his meals at Xiguang these past few days, but he never expected that this fugitive young master of Su Tu was actually quite good at cooking.

Lan Xia's eyes fell on him and narrowed slightly: "You are..."

"I let your little protective child stay here," said Alger.

The pair of golden eyes hidden behind the lenses, after waking up, no longer had the out-of-control tenderness and forced protection of that day, but were gentle and clear, like a crystal mirror.

Lian Yao had the illusion that he was seen through. He shuddered slightly and pretended to be timid and hid behind Shou Bing.

"...Thank you sir for saving me. Just call me Little Demon."

He murmured in his heart that there was something wrong with his behavior in the alley that day, but this man was almost crazy at that time, could he still remember it?

Lan Xia: “You’re welcome.”

He smiled and said, "You guys go out first, I'll clean up."

"good."

When everyone turned around, a cold light flashed across Lan Xia's glasses. He gently tugged at Alger's sleeve, leaned forward slightly, and whispered in his ear: "Seal Xiguang and keep an eye on that kid."

Alge met the teacher's gaze, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he nodded almost imperceptibly.

…

Now Shoubing is in charge of their meals. It doesn't matter for others, but he prepares Mr. Lanxia's portion separately.

The ingredients used should be safe and easy to digest.

Including Lian Yao who was eating for free, several people sat around the table. In front of them was a sumptuous breakfast, a combination of meat and vegetables, which was pleasing to the eyes.

Lan Xia looked around and then lowered her head to look at her meal.

There was only a bowl in front of him.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "What is this?"

Shoubing introduced: "A bowl of porridge."

Lan Xia: “.”

Alge couldn't help but curl his lips and coughed lightly, earning a glare from his sister.

This bowl of black and mushy food, I don't know what it is made of, the texture is fine and uniform, there is nothing that needs to be chewed, it looks like the complementary food that children who haven't grown any teeth eat.

Lan Xia tried to protest: "Didn't you say you made desserts?"

Shoubing: "The paste is sweet."

Lan Xia: “…”

He looked at the remaining desserts on the dining cart next to him, and Shoubing quietly stepped aside to block them. He then looked at Jin Daiqi and the others, who were busy eating and unanimously ate their desserts first.

“…”

Lan Xia looked at others, then lowered her head to look at her own bowl, and repeated this several times.

He tried to make Shoubing understand what he meant, and emphasized: "I only have a bowl of porridge."

Shoubing said: "After you finish, there is still a second bowl."

puff.

Lian Yao almost choked and quickly drank some water to cover it up.

"If sir doesn't want to use a spoon, there are straws," Shoubing said, and all the tableware was prepared.

After a moment of silence, Lan Xia said, "I'd better use a spoon."

The person who cooks has the final say at the table; those who are only responsible for eating have no right to be picky.

Shoubing heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him finish eating. He almost couldn't resist just now... If the gentleman had said one more word, he might have softened his heart and served him a little more.

Breakfast was peaceful. Lian Yao, who had been suspicious, gradually relaxed and lowered his head to eat happily.

Lan Xia finished his meal, wiped his mouth, and looked at Aerjie for a second, who nodded to him very lightly.

…

When Lian Yao opened his eyes again, he found himself tied tightly to a chair.

Lan Xia, A'erjie, Jin Daiqiao and Shoubing sat opposite him, looking like they were having a three-person trial.

“…”

There's something wrong with that breakfast!

Lian Yao was sweating profusely. Even the dumbest person should have reacted by now. There was a 90% chance that he had been discovered to be abnormal, but he didn't know how much these people had noticed.

He has no intention of harming anyone.

But he still looked confused: "...What's wrong?"

Lan Xia raised her eyes and said directly: "Don't pretend. Although I had a high fever that day, I still remember it. I can remember the details very clearly now. Those homeless people who bullied you were not real people, right?"

"But I heard from Alger that you have been very well behaved during the past few days since you came to Xiguang, so I guess you don't have any intention of harming us."

After all, the Northwest Star Region is now secretly looking for him. If anyone had intended to leak the news that he was in Xiguang, Xiguang would never be so safe now.

Alger: "Also, although Xiguang is now an iron barrel, it is hard to guarantee that no news will not leak out. But it is just like this. There is no trace of the teacher in the entire northwest star field. Huihe's information network is the most sensitive, but it did not give out any clues about the teacher. You——"

"What's the connection with Gray River?"

His calm and composed appearance now resembles that of Lan Xia. As a young boy, he is gradually growing up and subconsciously follows the example of his elders, becoming more mature and experienced in his dealings.

Lan Xia smiled and handed the field to Aerjie, occasionally giving him a few reminders.

In just half a day, Lian Yao's identity was stripped down to his underwear, and he refused to tell anyone even if he was beaten to death. Since the relationship had been torn apart, there was no need for him to pretend anymore.

"I don't want to harm you. Huihe does have some relationship with me. Otherwise, how long do you think the news of the S-class evolver here could be kept secret? Do you know how much effort I put in?"

Lan Xia groaned: "What is your purpose?"

Lian Yao: "You."

He paused and said vaguely: "Of course, the three people next to you are also capable."

Arge frowned and whispered, "Teacher, this person..."

Lan Xia shook her head and said, "Let him go."

Jin Daixi: "Teacher?"

Shoubing: "Sir!"

"Although I don't know what you want from me, I can feel that you have no ill intentions, and we don't want to be hostile to you," Lan Xia said, "Let you go, and you can leave, but if you stay, you have to show your sincerity. Xiguang can't afford to support you with free food and drink."

Lian Yao's eyes flickered slightly.

"Arge, you can talk to him about the rest."

"Okay, teacher, you go and have a rest." Alge nodded.

Lan Xia: "Shou Bing, come out with me."

Shoubing followed him out and closed the door, blocking out the sound of the conversation inside. "Sir?"

Lan Xia smiled and said, "Come on, show me the three rings we brought back. This time we got quite a lot. It's time to prepare Xiguang's arsenal."

Three rings, I wonder how much ammunition is contained in them.

Only with arms can we have people, money, and the basic capital to have a say in the Northwest Star Region.

——

first corps.

Xiao Guangtuan: "Nie Liang is very efficient at work."

"He is much faster than Kang Quan," Gong Du smiled, "but Kang Quan is better at training soldiers. His strengths are not here."

Nie Liang...

Actually, the only time he and Ellan Snow met was ten years ago, when they exchanged just a few words.

Humans are truly a very magical existence, and the generation of emotions is also very mysterious. Gong Du can't figure it out, but it doesn't prevent him from using it skillfully.

·

infirmary.

"...I beg you to stop asking, okay? Adjutant Nie Liang, do you usually have nothing to do?"

Dr. Kane looked with annoyance at the new adjutant, who had been spending the past two days practically in the infirmary.

The cause of the incident was that two days ago, the admiral had just returned from the trial and blood was found in his ear. After examination, it was found that the mental area had been slightly shaken and the five senses were temporarily damaged. He would recover after a few days of recuperation.

He sighed at the time: It's not a big deal. After all, the admiral's previous injuries were much more serious than this. This is at most a minor incident.

As a result, when he turned around, he was met with the new adjutant's frightening eyes.

Then he was pestered for two whole days. When he was eating, sleeping, and going to the toilet, he could hear the elegant and graceful voice coming from somewhere.

"Any more stories about the Admiral?"

Even the most gentle of personalities can be worn out with temper.

Nie Liang: "The First Army Corps has far less affairs than when I was in the Administration Department. I have already dealt with them. Do you have anything else to say about the Admiral? I want to hear it."

Dr. Kane took a deep breath and said, "... you were here half an hour ago."

Are you sick? Are you sick? If you are sick, go find him and treat him!

Even if it’s a robot telling a story, it still needs to be charged, right?!

He waved his hands impatiently: "No time, I still have homework to do!"

Nie Liang: “I want to listen.”

"No more! I'm old, okay? I can't remember!"

"I want to hear it."

"I can't remember, I can't remember!"

"I want to hear it."

"I really can't remember!"

A flying blade silently touched the side of Kain's neck, and Nie Liang said humbly, "Please, I want to hear it."

Dr. Kane: “…Sure, sure.”

Nie Liang said politely: "Don't worry, think about it carefully. You have to think carefully before you can remember the admiral's affairs. I have to write these things down and publish them into a book, which will be passed down from generation to generation."

Doctor Cain: “…………”

This is a disease, right?

·

Half an hour later, Nie Liang left the infirmary with satisfaction.

It seemed that Dr. Kane's story had been almost drained out of his mind, and his brain, which had been in a state of excitement for two days, had barely cooled down.

Nie Liang vaguely remembered that Lanzhouhe seemed to have given him something.

He glanced in the direction of the admiral's office, hesitated for a moment, and then returned to his residence and opened the mailbox on the backup computer.

A photo and a sound.

Nie Liang's ability to recognize people depends entirely on his animal-like intuition. Vision can sometimes deceive people, but intuition never does.

What the Blue State River and machines can't recognize, he can.

So when he looked at the blurry photo, he was stunned.

Then, the three-second audio clip started playing automatically, and the childish and painful voice suddenly turned into a sharp blade that pierced into the ears.

The curve of Nie Liang's mouth corners gradually flattened.

There was no expression on Sven's face, but an indescribable and terrifying gloom was shrouded in it. He did not move for a long time, and was as silent as a stone statue.

Slowly, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.