The Return of Star Reborn

"This child is seriously injured." At some point, Tan Zhen was already standing at the door of the bathroom, seeing Tan Feng's rough and irritable movements, he couldn't help but sighed, "It's quite evil."

Tan Feng's face darkened, he hugged Yang Er into the bathtub, then turned around and closed the door with a "bang", almost hitting Tan Zhen's nose, he couldn't help laughing, shook his head helplessly, "This child..."

After Tan Feng locked the door, he walked to Yang Er's side, stood for a while, looked at the person lying in the bathtub, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and there were bloodstains all over his body. Tan Feng pressed the switch, and the bathtub After automatically adjusting the water temperature to a suitable temperature, slowly fill the bathtub with water.

The color of the water changed from colorless to light red, and it continued to deepen.

The water in the bathtub stopped automatically when it just covered Yang Er's chest. Yang Er tilted his head slightly, and small drops of water dripped down the ends of his hair. Tan Feng took off his coat and threw it aside, squatting halfway. Leaning down, he unbuttoned Yang Er's shirt one by one, the dried blood was melted away by the warm water, and he took off Yang Er's shirt with ease, revealing his bruised body.

The chest and heart were bruised and purple, which showed how severe the blow was. If a broken bone penetrated into the heart, the person in front of him would probably be buried in the yellow sand outside the city forever.

The clothes took off, and the wounds all over his body were exposed in front of Tan Feng. He frowned slightly, and a light blood color spread from the wound. Tan Feng casually tore off the bathrobe, put it on for Yang Er, and carried him back. After leaving the room, he walked past Tan Zhen without even raising his eyelids.

He did not expect that there were so many wounds on Yang Er's body, some were new wounds, but more were old wounds, a penetrating wound on his chest, which was extremely dangerous.

This made him even more curious about Yang Er.

The medical kit was in his room. Tan Feng skillfully used the contents of the medical kit and watched the wounds on Yang Er's body heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the wounds had little effect on the severe wounds.

Yang Er let out a low snort, frowned slightly, and seemed to be struggling to wake up. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a slightly blurred figure in front of him, which looked familiar, but was a little blurry for a while. , can't remember who it was.

"It's really timely to wake up." Tan Feng chuckled, threw bandages, gauze and other things directly to Yang Er's side, and said, "Since you're awake, you can do it yourself."

The thing hit the wound, and it hurt a little. After Yang Er coughed twice, he laughed, lying on the sofa, his chest heaving violently, he laughed, "It feels good to escape from death."

"Do you still have little experience in escaping death?" Tan Feng seemed to be pointing, his eyes rested on Yang Er's chest, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and asked, "The feeling of penetrating wounds is not good."

Yang Er was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously raised his hand to touch the wound on his chest, then smiled slightly, and replied, "It's really uncomfortable, but I survived."

That wound was left by him when he led the army to fight against the federal army, and was almost broken on the battlefield, because it was a new weapon of the federation that injured him, and the wound caused by it could not heal for a long time. Healed, but the scar could not be removed.

But it's nothing, as soldiers of the empire, their scars are their medals.

Tan Feng sat aside on his own, opened the terminal casually, glanced at his account balance, frowned slightly, and passed the bill to Yang Er's terminal casually, saying, "Medical expenses, except for this , and in order to save you, I lost a level of weapon, you can figure it out yourself, "

Yang Er was stunned for a moment, then smiled, nodded, and reluctantly half-raised himself up, and said helplessly, "Then I have to issue an IOU, all I have now is this clothes..." He paused, only to realize that he All the clothes were gone, only a bathrobe was left. He couldn't help but smiled wryly, and then said, "Now, I don't have any pennies."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand as if looking for something, but he couldn't find it, and his expression changed slightly.

Tan Feng sneered, and said with a snort, "I just found out that my level weapon is missing?"

When Yang Er heard it, she seemed relieved, and smiled slightly, "Since it's in the hands of Boss Tan Feng, then I'm not in a hurry."

Tan Feng raised his eyebrows and asked deliberately, "Oh?" His tail tune turned slightly, and he was a little hoarse.

Even though Yang Er said that, he felt a little uneasy in his heart. That level of weapon was the only relic left to him by his mother. If this was also lost, then he really was... a waste to the extreme.

"That level weapon is at least A level, right?" Tan Feng pulled out this light golden level weapon from the corner behind him, and said with a half-smile, "The genetic beast can't be separated, but it has such a level that people dream of. Weapon, Yang Er, who are you?"

Yang Er had a headache, he smiled helplessly, "I said I am a sergeant of the empire, do you believe me?"

"I believe." Tan Fengfan held a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and continued, "But there is no army in District No. 18, and your rank here will not have the slightest effect."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his eyelids slightly, and the blade in his hand slashed horizontally. The movement was extremely fast. Yang Er had been vigilant for a long time. When he saw this movement, he immediately supported the handrail with one hand and half turned over.

The sword edge brushed against Yang Er's arm, feeling a chill, he raised his head, looked at Tan Feng, and suddenly smiled slightly, "Using other people's level weapons is not a good behavior."

After all, a strong energy shook from the hilt of the high-grade weapon, and Tan Feng immediately let go, but when Yang Er went to grab the hilt, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, grabbed Yang Er's waist, and turned to Yang Er. In the back area, he turned the person over and pressed him to the ground, jokingly said, "You are good at it, but you are so relieved to hand over your back to me?"

The wound on Yang Er's shoulder burst due to this series of violent movements, and the bright red blood seeped out of the gauze. He was holding a high-grade weapon in one hand while lying on his back on the ground. Tan Feng's expression suddenly became slightly weird. He hummed With a laugh, he was about to get up, but Yang Er suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled it, and the two of them immediately switched positions.

Yang Er said with a smile in his eyes, "You are careless."

Tan Feng's face became more and more strange, he narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Get up."

"Huh?" Yang Er raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"I'm hard." Tan Feng lay on the ground, with his arms resting casually behind his head, with a smile in his eyes.

Yang Er's neck suddenly turned red. Although his face looked calm, his neck was actually red. He put his hands on the ground and stood up, but because of this movement, the key parts of the two rubbed slightly.

Tan Feng gave a low laugh, looked at Yang Er with great interest, and said with a smile, "Interesting, very interesting."

He didn't care about his own image at all. He got up casually, patted the dust that didn't exist, and immediately sat down on the chair next to him, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Your wound has opened again."

Yang Er seemed to feel the pain after realizing it. He turned his head and glanced at his shoulder. It was blood red, and it was indeed the wound that was split open. However, the culprit was smiling, and all his embarrassment was wiped out. I saw it.

"Don't go back to where you live for now," Tan Feng said.

Yang Er wondered, "What's wrong?"

Tan Feng shook his head slightly, pointed at Yang Er's level weapon, and said with a smile, "Although I won't snatch this thing, it doesn't mean that others won't. Besides, the counselor last time was the No. 18 district chief. My only son, who was pampered and brought up since he was a child, suffered such a big loss this time, they may not dare to touch me, but they will definitely dare to touch you, an outsider, not to mention, you still carry such a coveted rank arms."

"Why didn't you dare to touch you? Last time..." Yang Er still remembered the ruins.

"Last time? That coward didn't know how to live or die, but the district chief is a shrewd person. Although I, Tan Feng, don't have a big background, I think I'm pretty good. I think the district chief doesn't want to spend every day and every night in the future. Be stared at by a powerful person every second." When Tan Feng said these murderous words, there was still a smile on the corner of his lips, but everyone could see the coldness in his eyes.

"If I don't go back, I won't have a place to live." Yang Er said helplessly, "To be honest, I'm really penniless now, and I don't know what I owe you for medical expenses and compensation for high-level weapons. Time can pay off, let alone find another place to live."

What Tan Feng said is very reasonable, Yang Er is very clear about how tempting this high-level weapon is to others, if it is a different person, they may have killed people and seized the goods, let alone help him heal his injuries.

He seems to owe Tan Feng a life.

"If you don't have a lot of debt, you can live here with me, and I will pay you rent every month. When you earn money, you will pay me along with medical expenses and compensation." Tan Feng said with a smile, "I won't count you interest."

Very good, now I not only owe my life, but also owe money.

Having gone through the painful experience of finding a job, Yang Er probably understood that it might be impossible to find a job that looks normal in such a chaotic place like District No.18.

Sure enough, just after he finished thinking like this, he heard Tan Feng sigh deliberately, as if sympathetic, "You are in District No. 18, and you offended the district chief. I am afraid that you will lose your job, and all you have to do is participate in competitive fighting." Race this way."

Yang Er thought to himself: Sure enough.

"Competitive combat... aren't they afraid of offending the district chief?" Yang Er couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Afraid?" Tan Feng raised the corners of his lips, his eyes flashed a cold look, and he said with a low smile, "People in competitive fighting games are all lunatics, lunatics, what are they afraid of? Desperadoes."

"What about you?" Yang Er asked.

Tan Feng was silent for a while, and then said with a smile that was not a smile, "What do you think?" His eyes were slightly dark, and Yang Er saw the coldness and cruelty that belonged exclusively to District No.18 from the bottom of his eyes.

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