Chapter 189 Chasing

This moment seemed to have returned to their previous time.

Eastman was not one to worry about gains and losses. He was proud and uninhibited, and he treated every intimate contact with Xie Si very naturally. In his eyes, Xie Si belonged to him and could not escape.

But now...

Although the current situation is better than it was then.

But Eastman's eyes were filled with uneasiness and panic, as well as a little bit of almost imperceptible fear.

Afraid that Mr. Xie would think he was out of line.

Afraid that Xie Si would no longer allow him to get close.

I was afraid of seeing the thorny Xie again, afraid of being hurt, rejected and despised.

A plea for forgiveness was already on the tip of my tongue, ready to be spoken at any moment to redeem and make up for the impulse just now.

Xie Si touched his face, and his tone did not reveal whether he was happy or angry.

"My face is covered in dirt."

It is a rejection.

Eastman touched his lips. He didn't know if there was dirt on them. He just knew it was Xie's skin, which he hadn't touched for a long time.

At this moment, I am almost like a patient with skin hunger.

Hun was aware that the fish in the dried-up mud had come into contact with a little bit of life-saving water and were craving more like crazy.

But he was also clearly aware that he could not push his luck further as he had no status and no qualifications.

Eastman just murmured, "There's no dirt on it. It's very clean."

Eastman waited for a while and saw no other action from Xie Si.

So he continued to dig the soil with the shovel.

Although he didn't know whether he would escape or die, now he felt that he wouldn't have any big regrets if he died.

But I feel bad for Xie Si.

Xie Si is a good bug, in every sense of the word.

Eastman instinctively felt that Xie Si should be alive.

He did not treat the lives of insects as worthless, nor did he have the habit of taking pleasure in the suffering of other insects.

The place where Xie Si was kissed slowly turned red, and became hot and itchy, spreading to the whole body.

By the time Eastman noticed, Xie Si had already plowed two miles and the distance between him and him was as far as the eye could see.

Not angry.

But there was no other reaction.

Eastman sighed, but he was not too surprised, because Xie's indifferent attitude towards him had lasted for a long time.

Not abusing one's power to settle personal grudges is the greatest kindness that Mr. Xie can show.

Eastman chased after Xie Si with great vigor, shoveling dirt towards him.

But Xie Si's movements were obviously several levels faster than Eastman's. Especially now that the situation was critical, he had no time to play childish games of house with Eastman. His strong and powerful arms almost left a shadow.

The female insects nearby were basically in the same state. They didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off their faces or stop to rest. They moved very quickly. Some of them had been working for several hours straight and had reached their physical strength limit, but they didn't take a rest.

Whether it was for their own lives or because they really wanted to protect the male insects, they have done their best.

Eastman wanted to catch up, and his movements became more and more hurried.

But he overestimated his body, which had been pampered for many years.

Although his physique is not bad, he has not received any training. How can his physical fitness compare with that of a military girl who is giving her all?

If you want to catch up with Xie Si, you have to be faster than Xie Si.

Then, after a fierce blow from the iron shovel, a shovel of dirt flew towards his face.

Eastman also lost his strength suddenly, and the whole insect fell backwards along with the shovel.

Mud splashed all over his face, and even a few small lumps fell into his mouth. Eastman didn't care, he just opened his cracked lips and breathed deeply.

Every part of my body seems to hurt.

It's hard to catch up.

Eastman's eyes went dark, and he had no time to spit out the salty, bitter, ochre-colored semi-solid in his mouth. After he uttered an imperceptible cry for help, he was choked to the point of being out of breath.

Xie Si was watching the movements here from a distance, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the male insect did not follow him but was working honestly.

As a result, Eastman almost choked himself to death.

Xie Si ran over without thinking, picked up the insect and slapped it. After slapping it, he cleaned his mouth and took the water from his waist and gave it to him to drink.

Eastman seemed to have lost most of his consciousness. He was dazed and let him manipulate him, even pinching his chin and pouring water into him.

Xie Si stared at him for a while, and only when he was sure that he was unconscious did he become a little gentler.

Carry Eastman on your shoulders so that he can rest for a while.

If the subsequent explosion was unexpected, he would hold it so that Eastman could run more timely.

In the soil that was constantly being dug and made soft, complex wiring and various flammable and explosive objects were embedded together. A worm dug into the display screen, and the numbers on it were flashing red.

It looked even hotter when printed on the insects' sweaty faces.

When you dig into a place like this, you can't touch it randomly. You can only take a small iron spatula and carefully outline the surrounding area, wait for it to show its full appearance, and then arrange special insects to remove it.

Limp felt so tired that he could not even lift his arms, but he still followed closely beside Heras, and his physical strength was much better than Eastman's.

Apart from being out of breath as if he had just run a thousand kilometers and breathing as heavy as a bellows, there was no problem at all.

Limp, who has been strong all his life, tried hard to keep his voice steady. Heras was still standing there, so he could do it too.

He couldn't be like Eastman who had overexerted himself. He was chasing the bug just now and now he was being carried by Xie, looking very uncomfortable. He didn't know whether he was really exhausted or was secretly happy.

"Herath, do we have a bomb disposal expert here?"

"No." Heras looked at the ground that had been dug up, and his eyes fell on the swordsman. "Do you have any idea?"

Wielding a sword is much more elegant compared to the group of insects next to it.

Although he was the first male insect to offer to help, this did not prevent him from sitting leisurely in the wheelchair with a little dirt on the shovel in his hand.

He was obviously working, but he looked as clean as if he had just come back from a rest in the shade nearby.

"There is a way, but now I need some tools, equipment, independent space and an assistant. I also need some water to replenish my body energy."

Heras was about to nod.

Then he pointed at Limp with his sword and said, "He's the assistant I'm talking about. I need something from him."

Heras looked at him with an immediately alert look.