"僢." It was estimated that if he continued talking, this kid would go crazy. Long Yan looked at him with a smile and then looked at Pei Xiqing.
If this girl can pull through, maybe she and Ling Lang will really have a chance. Although Ling Lang is the devil of the base and is domineering and overbearing, he is still dedicated and powerful, and a rare person with dual abilities.
If Ruwu went to the base, the girl would probably have to follow him, otherwise no one would take care of her.
Ling Lang saw that the girl was young, so she probably wasn't that old either, in her early twenties. She asked, "Xi Qing, how old are you?"
Pei Xiqing thought for a moment and said, "Twenty-two."
"So young, the same age as Ling Lang."
"It's a coincidence."
"yes."
Ling Lang sneered.
Pei Xiqing subconsciously pulled his coat tighter around him.
Long Yan saw the man's coat covering her petite shoulders, and the smile in the corner of her eyes froze: "Isn't this Brother Duan's clothes? Did he give it to you?"
"right."
Long Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'll tell you a secret."
Pei Xiqing was a little surprised, but she still moved closer. The woman curled her red lips and whispered in her ear, "Last time, a female lieutenant general at the base came across Brother Duan's uniform. Since then, Brother Duan has never been seen wearing that uniform again. I heard it was burned and completely burned to ashes."
Pei Xiqing: "That's a bit too exaggerated..."
If it burns with a touch, then this thing on her... will it be turned into powder immediately?
"He doesn't like his things to be stained with other people's smells. He won't touch them. Otherwise, he might as well destroy them."
Pei Xiqing's ears rang with these words, and she didn't even hear Ling Lang calling her. After a while, she raised her head and said, "Hmm...what's wrong?"
Ling Lang was tucking a gun into his waistband, his white hair ruffled by the night air. "Go back to the car and sleep! Do you want to freeze to death here?"
"Oh, damn."
Pei Xiqing just stood up when his body swayed. His face, which was originally rosy from warming himself by the fire, instantly turned pale and bloodless. His legs went weak and he subconsciously grabbed the arm of the person next to him.
Ling Lang was still loaded when he felt a slight whack on his arm. The blow wasn't strong, but it startled him. Seeing Pei Xiqing half-kneeling on the ground, he quickly helped him up. "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you having a seizure? Talk to me?"
Pei Xiqing was unable to utter a word, her body began to tremble, and she tried hard not to scratch her skin.
She was almost dying of itchiness, and her limbs felt like they were being torn apart by wakefulness.
Ling Lang was still saying something, but she could no longer hear clearly. She only saw the dagger on the side of his combat uniform.
In a fit of impulsiveness, he actually pulled out the dagger he had just put away.
He gave his arm a strong stroke.
Pain in the throat.
The pain momentarily stimulated her nerves, and the continuous influx of blood made her feel that her symptoms had actually eased. Behind the pain, there was a hidden pleasure.
Is this what it feels like to become a zombie?
She was jumping back and forth as if in dire straits, hurting herself uncontrollably. After the pain subsided, she continued subconsciously, and her wrist suddenly tightened.
The dagger was knocked off and fell to the ground.
Pei Xiqing raised her head in a daze, and could only see a pair of eyes as calm as an ancient well under the glasses. It was as if she had moved from Ling Lang's arms to another embrace that was slightly colder.
Subconsciously hugging the other person, rubbing his cheek against his, his soft skin stained with blood, he wiped the side of the man's neck: "Give me two more stabs, please."
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