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Shu Jun froze.

They haven't started discussing the details of the plan, he just made a few words first. As the leader of a team, Shu Jun is used to making similar remarks to adjust the atmosphere. For example, "walk around and cry them under the groundwater" or "good terrain, we can end the battle in one day."

Of course, even if they eventually win, Luo Duan will not really cry, and Blackbird has never ended the battle within a day. Zhu Yanchen talked with him for these years, and he thought that the other party was just answering the conversation, but he didn't expect the other party to answer very seriously.

At this point, Shu Jun can still understand that Zhu Yanchen is trying to cooperate with him in joking, and the following actions are not that way.

Zhu Yanchen's fingertips were still resting on his skin, his movements were extremely natural.

To say that it is close to the suit, or has ulterior motives, Zhu Yanchen's movements are too proficient, and Shu Jun is so proficient that it is almost a common etiquette. He opened his mouth, and all the next jokes got stuck in his throat.

Is this something wrong?

When Zhu Yanchen had an accident, he lost control of his emotions. Thinking of it afterwards, it was not too exaggerated—he was really dead for the first time after learning the truth. Zhu Yanchen was also his friend, and his reaction can be explained.

Shu Jun did not intend to deny his goodwill and interest in Zhu Yanchen, but they never represented a definite admiration. Even after talking for years, there is still a big gap between real people and words. What's more, there are still a bunch of urgent matters under pressure, just understand and communicate normally.

As a result, when the opponent got started, his heart almost missed a beat. Half of it was shocked, and half of it was a taste that couldn't be slapped (touching Mo).

Zhu Yanchen also had blood on his face. After hunting a group of mutant beasts, his clothes were slightly sweaty, sticking to his skin, and his breathing was much warmer than usual. The distance between the two is no more than a palm, and the atmosphere becomes a bit weird.

...No, 80% of the romantic Miao'er in my heart hasn't strangled to death, so I think too much. A Yan is always careful, maybe she has been in a high position for a long time, and she doesn't know how to behave properly in reality.

Watching Shu Jun wrinkle for a while, then shrink his chin. Zhu Yanchen: "..."

It is impossible for Shu Jun to remember the past. For Shu Jun now, his actions may be too direct. As soon as Zhu Yanchen was about to withdraw his hand, Shu Jun's claws went up.

"You also have a little blood on your face, I'll wipe it for you." Shu Jun said heartily, rubbing the blood on Zhu Yanchen's face with his palm. There is nothing wrong with this behavior alone. As a result, Zhu Yanchen moved for a while and it became a scene where the two (touching Mo) faces each other, and the atmosphere became more and more embarrassing.

The two people stood as sculptures with the corpses of mutant beasts as the background. Fortunately, there were more than two people present, and some people knew how to break the silence.

I was full on Monday, and I had the strength to speak again: "Chih."

The sound was long and loud, full of disgust. The two seized the opportunity and swished away.

"I'll take care of this pile of things, and roast (meat rou) for a while." Shu Jun said haha, "When the time comes, we will talk together while eating."

"Yeah." Zhu Yanchen has already started to deal with the mutant beast's corpse. He didn't know if he was nervous or simply (fuck cao) making a mistake. He was too powerful and was sprayed with blood in the mutant beast's cavity.

Shu Jun: "..."

Zhu Yanchen: "..."

Finally, in Shu Jun's heartless laugh, the embarrassing air of unknown meaning completely dissipated.

A week later, the border settlement.

Late at night, Uncle Pan took a nap at the counter as usual. There was the sound of a mud sled stopping at the door of the store, and he was immediately shocked, and his face was full of smiles.

The two young men who came in were familiar.

Both of them wore face masks, they couldn't see their faces, and their bodies were unusually strong and beautiful. The shorter one had gray hair, a big sword on his back, and the weird sharp nails, so he recognized it.

Seeing Uncle Pan turned his head, the gray-haired young man slammed the bag behind his back: "Uncle Pan, we are back - look, how much is the skin of these mutant beasts?"

When I heard that I was making money, Uncle Pan's last hint of (sleeping Shui) instantly evaporated. He quickly walked around the counter and took the bag.

It was full of dangling, full of furs from high-level mutant beasts. As long as they are handled properly, these things can make excellent protective clothing. Uncle Pan gasped: "At the beginning, my brother threw you two out, and I scolded him, and I had to send you a dog before leaving again-awesome brother, how do you two get the dead body? Animal?"

"Escape fast enough." The gray-haired young man laughed. "How about it, Uncle Pan? You have to help us deal with it, and we are willing to pay a 10% reward, just as a friend."

"Okay, good! If you two can trust me, just leave the goods here and I will write a receipt. If it goes well, I can handle it tomorrow."

The business was delivered on its own, and Uncle Pan’s smile was extremely sincere: "Hey, for so many years, I have sometimes missed my eyes. The two do not seem to be newcomers. Welcome to visit us more. Although it’s a bit late to ask, What do you call the two?"

"Gray Claw." Shu Jun answered quite smoothly, and then looked at Zhu Yanchen beside him.

"Smoke." Zhu Yanchen held on to the name quite stubbornly.

The gathering place is not a clean place. No one uses their real name on weekdays. Uncle Pan accepts quite well: "To be honest, your bags are really valuable. Then we will be friends, 5% of them. I can help transfer the service fee, whether it's the leather or the dug up goods. The room rate will also be halved in the future, how?"

Shu Jun stretched out his hand moved: "Deal."

Then he added with a grin: "My brother and I are going to get together in this film, Uncle Pan, you have discounted so much room money, don't regret it then."

"Multiple friends, multiple paths." Uncle Pan happily shook his hand. "In this way, I'll get some wine, and it's a celebration of the triumphant return of the two — the best room, right? I'll leave the key here."

After that, Uncle Pan dragged the bag and bent over and entered the interior behind the counter. When he came out again, the bag in his hand was replaced with three bottles of gray wine, plus a large bag of pancakes.

Although Marshal Zhu didn't put himself on the top, he still couldn't adapt to the too bold wine table. Zhu Yanchen pushed the mask up a bit, took a pancake, and ate slowly.

Now the body is full of erosive qualities, Shu Jun can drink even sulfuric acid, even a little alcohol is not a problem. However, Zhu Yanchen has recovered from a serious illness. Even if he is immune to the corrosive nature, he is still a normal human body—seeing Uncle Pan cork the wine bottle over, Marshal Zhu’s movements are stiff.

Shu Jun did not let go of the stiffness. He naturally intercepted the bottle of wine, pushed his face mask, and quietly smiled at Zhu Yanchen.

Then he (dry gan) poured a small half bottle crisply, without changing the noodles (color): "It's not that my brother doesn't give face, he is allergic to alcohol. Come to Uncle Pan... Brother Pan, I'll drink for his portion, to you !"

"Fresh! Brother, I am not a (strong qiang) difficult person, Brother Yanchen, I will get you a glass of water later."

Anyway, it was late at night, and I made a lot of votes. Uncle Pan started drinking, (dry gan) the shop door was closed, the purifier started, and the mask was taken off. Normal humans can't drink the marsh naturally, and after four or five cups of spirits are consumed, Uncle Pan is about to burst into laughter.

"Brother, it's not that I want to spy, just ask casually." After drinking three rounds and pulling a basket of gossips, Uncle Pan finally asked the point thiefly. "How did you two (body shen) keep your body...hiccup, brother didn't mean to exercise. You two are veterans, and your bodies are still so normal. Is there a secret recipe or something..."

That's it, Shu Jun smiled.

Although Uncle Pan is a bit more refined, he has a good character and a mind. This kind of person can eat everywhere. Since Uncle Pan can sell the information around him, he can naturally sell his information to others. Of course, it will not be the negative one.

"My brother knows reliable people and can get some remedies." He lowered his voice mysteriously, "but I can't get it right away. If you need it urgently, we can also discuss it."

"Successful enough, find a chance to help me talk...I'm fine by myself, but a few acquaintances suffer very much. I can help you match the line, and the reward is indispensable—"

"Deal. Speaking of this, I also have something to ask Uncle Pan."

"What's the matter? Just say it."

"Didn't there be that kind of work before? The upper hand finds a few people from here to lead the "player" team. I remember that kind of work is very expensive, and we want to change our taste recently..."

"Oh oh oh, npc work." Uncle Pan waved his hand, with a smile on his face. "Listen to brother, don't (do gan) that kind of work. I've heard people say that you have to sign a lot of messy confidentiality agreements. You have to be careful and careful when you talk and do things. This job should be easy. Let those in the army go, and it's our turn? It would be nice to have one or two of ten people coming back..."

"I don't have to go, I just want to open my eyes." Shu Jun smiled, "Just let us know if we have news, we will think clearly."

"Okay...hiccup, okay. Ouch, I've drunk too much, I have to write it down on paper."

Uncle Pan arched his waist and stayed under the counter (touching Mo) for a long time, almost hitting a tumor on his head.

"You have to take care of the store tomorrow. Let's stop here today." Shu Jun accepted as soon as he was good, and drank the last drink.

It was late at night, and all that was left was rest. After spending a week in the erosion area without contacting people's lives, and now returning to a normal environment, Shu Jun felt a little bit emotional.

Even if neither he nor Zhu Yanchen need the purifier, he still allows the purifier in the room to rotate-it is just an old model for civilian use, which cannot affect the alpha-level swamp. At most, it should be next Monday.

"Then I will wait for the information to spread." Shu Jun took off the old clothes on his upper body (take off tuo) and let out some alcohol. "Your bags are almost empty, right? Let's go to the street to replenish some goods tomorrow, remember to remind me to buy some clothes."

"Yeah." Zhu Yanchen's reply was a little bit (dry). After the door was locked, he also took off his mask and (showing) the expressionless face again.

"There are still some pancakes left. I'll make some fried pancakes later. I will pad my stomach before (sleeping Shui). Do you want to eat?"

"Ok."

Shu Jun's movements paused, and this person's state was a bit wrong.

"Is Monday likable?"

"Ok."

Shu Jun: "..."

As if reacting to Shu Jun’s question, Zhu Yanchen quickly left his semi-spiritual state: "I just wandered away, sorry."

"Don't worry if you have anything to worry about. Anyway, now we don't have to stare at each other on the line... I will wash it first, and I will make the pancakes after washing. You will be able to catch up with dinner after washing."

Although he felt that the other party's state was a bit suspicious, since Zhu Yanchen didn't want to say it, Shu Jun didn't intend to go into it-the A Yan he knew wouldn't hide his personal affairs. Filled himself with a glass of water, Shu Jun wrapped the towel around his neck and took a shower happily.

Marshal Zhu is indeed not considering the plan.

The plan of the two went smoothly, and the physical condition of (body shen) was stable all the way. The actual development far exceeds the original expectations, and the most cherished person is by his side. This is Zhu Yanchen's most comfortable week in many years.

But just now, his comfortable mood suddenly fluctuated.

Shu Jun and Uncle Pan talked happily and had a very enjoyable chat. Zhu Yanchen was not accustomed to the wine table culture, and had to keep a low profile and conceal his identity. In the end, he didn't say a word (inserted in cha), and ate a piece of cake silently for two hours.

If it is placed before, he would like to reduce unnecessary communication. However, at the small counter, seeing Shu Jun smile happily, he even moved to join the conversation.

Quite strange emotion, he thought. It is not anger, not dissatisfaction, it is closer to a peculiar desire.

However, for more than ten years, Shu Jun and Hei Niao did not know how many parties had been held. The man and his teammate (gou) put their backs on their shoulders and laughed happily every time. I have been watching from a distance, and I have never had similar feelings. At that time, he only hoped that this person could keep this smile and live longer.

Maybe his body still has some changes, Zhu Yanchen thought seriously.

When the two of them succeeded in getting into the city, he definitely had to do a comprehensive inspection of himself. ,,,51g...