Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Tread...tread...tread..."

He was still wearing that dark black armor with a chilling aura. There was no blood, no scars. Everything was the same as before, but under the shroud of night, there was a gripping pressure.

He quickly removed the power armor from his body, and the dialect of directly contacting the world again seemed extraordinarily bland, as if nothing was done today.

"vomit……"

There were a few vomit sounds next to him, and the dialect turned his head slightly. After seeing it clearly, he picked up his steps and walked up, and then kept patting Kumamoto Qi's back with his hands. .

"Are you okay?" He took the water from the soldier next to him and handed it over while asking in Dialect.

"Fortunately, it's just that my stomach is a little uncomfortable. It seems that I ate too much last night." Kumamoto raised his upper body with his hands on the wall, and took a few mouthfuls of water from Dialect's hand and then opened his mouth. back.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"How is it possible." Xiong Benqi wiped his mouth and replied, and then he hammered the dial's chest with his hand and said carelessly, "I've been wanting to vomit for a long time, you bastard, you have to say something. I can't open the mask, I thought about it and then I held it back, Nima, it's not good to vomit in the armor, I'm going to wear it tomorrow morning!"

"Can you still act now?" Dialect asked with a smile.

"Of course, go for a walk, go eat something first, sleep at night and still be alive tomorrow!" Xiong Benqi said, directly on the shoulder of the dialect. Take big steps forward...

...

The dinner was not rich. It was just some steamed buns and some energy supplements. It was dry and tasteless in the mouth. Although all soldiers were used to these things, this dinner was more silent than before.

"At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, we will gather on time!" Fang Yan looked at the 328 people standing in front of him and said solemnly.

"Bang tart!"

"Disbanded on the spot, brought back by the company commanders!"

"Lianlian people, listen to my password..."

The roars from behind continued to sound, and the dialect exhaled, and then walked quickly into the battleship, but did not want to see Li Jie at the entrance and exit.

Shaking his head and smiling, the dialect walked up, then looked at Li Jie and asked, "Have you waited for a long time?"

"Not long, just a few minutes." Li Jie replied, then walked towards the road next to him, beckoning to the dialect behind him, "Walk with me?"

"What are the two big men going..." Fang Yan smiled and shook his head and muttered, but he followed Li Jie's figure and walked to Li Jie's side.

"How is it now, is it alright?" Li Jie asked, tilting his head to look at the dialect. Under the hazy moonlight, the dialect looked particularly haggard.

"Nothing..." Dialect stopped abruptly, and a pair of unclosed eyes seemed to appear in front of him, staring at him in this dark jungle, as if interrogating him.

"It's a little tight in my chest, but I'm almost used to it now." Fang Yan said, then turned his head to look around, and exhaled, "Because there can only be one civilization in this sky, one, and I will make decisions by myself. Done."

"I know." Li Jie said for a while, then turned to look at the dialect and replied seriously, "I know, I also understand, but dialect, I need you to take a good rest after doing this, Really, you can't get used to it, and you shouldn't get used to it."

"I'll think about it seriously, I'll go back first." Fang Yan smiled, then shook his head, turned and walked towards the road where he came, looking extraordinarily lonely.

"I need an affirmative answer, Dialect, it's not just about you, don't fight it all on yourself." Li Jie stretched out his hand and grabbed the dialect who was about to leave and said loudly.

"Li Jie, I know, I will really think about it, should I go back first?" Fang Yan turned around and replied helplessly.

"I understand you, Dialect." Li Jie said seriously looking at Dialect's eyes, as if looking directly into Dialect's heart.

"Don't you think we have a bad influence?" Fang Yan dodged his eyes for a moment, then raised his elbow that was caught by Li Jie, trying to change the subject, looking extremely helpless and impatient.

He didn't answer, as if he had seen through the dialect's trick, Li Jie stared straight at the dialect's constantly dodging eyes, without any movement or words.

"call……"

Seemingly angry, Fang Yan exhaled, looked at Li Jie, and his voice became slightly cold, "Enough, Li Jie, it's time to go back, you know, I don't need much rest now, my state is not Well, maybe I'll think about it when this is over, but not now."

"Dialect, don't lie to yourself." Li Jie stared at Fangyan's indifferent eyes and said with a sigh, then let go of his hand, looked at Fangyan's leaving figure, and kicked the small tree beside him fiercely. feet, but in the end they could only melt into a sigh.

The answer from the dialect is not what he wants to hear, and what the dialect does at the moment is not what he wants to see. Maybe everyone is right, but Yu Zi, the dialect is his brother, and his heart has been affected by this. Everything was devastated.

But it is true that as before, he still doesn't know how to persuade people, and he doesn't know how to comfort people...

...

"came back?"

With a touch of warmth, when Dialect stepped onto the bridge, Luo Qiao turned around and greeted Dialect.

"I'll pack my things, and then go to another room." Fang Yan nodded and said, then walked to the side, packed his things, but inexplicably looked up at the entire bridge, and then silently Continue to pack up.

"Will it be?" Luo Qiao asked while sitting in the chair. Compared with yesterday's haggard, her mental state was much better at this time.

"Is there anything I can't give up, and I don't have any feelings for it." Fang Yan said indifferently, then picked up the quilt, placed it on the bed and folded it neatly, looking unusually meticulous.

"Ramon?" Dialect called out abruptly.

"Sir, what is the order?" The indicator light of the power armor in the corner lit up instantly, and then asked back to the dialect.

"Why are you still staying there? Come and help me move." Fang Yan said, putting the folded quilt aside, and picking up the clothes in the cabinet next to him, but was stunned when he opened the closet.

"I took it to wash." Luo Qiao answered promptly behind him.

"Well." Fang Yan was stunned for a while, then turned to pick up some small objects on it, then turned his head and said awkwardly, "Thank you!"

"No thanks, take care of yourself, don't let your clothes get moldy next time, you won't know." Luo Qiao scolded, then thought about it, looked at the dialect that was almost finished and asked, "That power armor is called Ramon?"

"Yes, what Ramones left me." Dialect replied.

"So it is." Luo Qiao nodded suddenly, and then thought about it, as if he had made a decision, he said softly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If you are not willing, you don't have to move. "

"Then where are you going?" Fang Yan looked back at Luo Qiao instantly. Then looking at Luo Qiao's half-smile but not smiling, he smiled embarrassedly, scratching his head embarrassedly, "Well, I mean, there are differences between men and women."

"You yourself said that you are just a male, is there a difference?" Luo Qiao smiled and seemed to think that the dialect at the moment was particularly interesting.

"That..." Dialect's brain was stunned for a moment, then squinted and thought for a while, and asked in an uncertain tone, "Is the equipment in the sleep area broken?"

"I've finished reading it." Luo Qiao said, looking at the slightly confused dialect, the smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly obvious.

"That, I said it when I was drunk, you should understand that as a student of biology." Dialect bite the bullet and explained, as if there was a bit of a taste for concealment.

"Let's make a joke then." As if he felt that the dialect of molesting was almost enough, Luo Qiao spread his hands and said indifferently, and then pointed to the other end of the bridge, where it was blocked by the workbench.

"Oh, sleep over there!"