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Right now the two were staying in the cave, Zhu Yanchen placed a simple purifier at the entrance of the cave, and Shu Jun was negotiating with the small erosion marsh. The latter still looks like a clump, but with an extra mouth on the surface, which looks a little strange.

A few hours ago, Zhu Yanchen was silent for a few minutes about Shu Jun's whimsical thoughts. When he spoke again, he sounded a little numb: "I have not been in contact with the relevant case, you can try it. If you can't convince it within a day, I will deal with it."

So he found a resting point, and Shu Jun took the time to shake off the swamp that Tuan had in his hands.

Shaking back, he didn't let go of the hand holding his brain. He tried to explain the problem to it-no matter whether it was deliberately or not, the small eclipse swamp had used humans, and his IQ must be somewhat. It is not difficult to choose one from "losing a precious nerve center" and "losing freedom of movement, but can continue to evolve".

But Shujun's mouth all said (gan gan), it would only reply "no".

Shu Jun was a little discouraged and determined to ask for help off the court: "Does it understand what I said?"

The eroded marsh lacks a lot of water and can no longer emit erosive substances into the air. After Zhu Yanchen finished the purifier, the air (dry gan) in the cave was cleaned a lot. He (takes off tuo) off his protective clothing and mask, and starts repairing the reading device.

Shu Jun originally thought that Zhu Yanchen would think he was too noisy here, but he didn't expect Marshal Zhu to be close, and his movements were quite relaxed, and he didn't even rush to tie Shu Jun with handcuffs.

"Its IQ is equivalent to that of a six or seven year old child."

Zhu Yanchen is repeatedly adjusting the rice grain size components, his hands are stable like a machine.

"The Waste Village is a mobile village. This eclipse was originally a'mobile tomb' cultivated by them. Among the dead, there were people who resonated with the eclipse (strong qiang), so that the eclipse learned some brain information and built his own brain. ."

Although he had recovered a bit of sleepiness from listening to the teacher when he was a child, Shu Jun still reacted. Looking at the performance of the eclipse marsh, its target of stealing the teacher is the little girl.

The little girl looks six or seven years old. It is impossible for her to resonate 100% with Swamp, and some information will be deducted; the condition of the body will deteriorate, and the amount of information will be discounted. Shu Jun pondered for a while, and felt that Zhu Yanchen's statement was quite optimistic-in his opinion, the intelligence of the thing in front of him was at most five years old.

And I just beat it up painfully.

...What can he expect for a positive response? Shu Jun was a little embarrassed and decided to take a break.

The night (color) is dark, and there is only a light in the cave. Shu Jun leaned on the rock wall and couldn't help taking a nap: "If I died in the erosion swamp, would that big erosion swamp also get some intelligence?"

Zhu Yanchen's voice became gloomy: "You have an unprecedented resonance with Erosion. A giant alpha-level eclipse, plus the intelligence of a top fighter, the consequences are obvious."

Shu Jun's (sleeping Shui) intention disappeared instantly.

Over the past ten years, Swamp Eclipse has not known how many players have been swallowed. Just to deal with the brainless swamp, their battles are extremely fierce. If the marsh has human-level intelligence...

"The synthesis situation of each chengcheng person is different, and clones cannot make a perfect copy. It is basically impossible to have a second ‘you’." As if seeing through Shu Jun’s thoughts, Zhu Yanchen added.

Shu Jun just breathed a sigh of relief, but the air was so stiff that it was lumpy. It would be unwise to continue this topic. Just after the fierce battle, he didn't want to listen to Teacher Zhu say a few more lessons, but he had to pick a light topic, and he couldn't think of anything to pick.

Knowing that A Yan was before Zhu Yanchen, he could comfortably confide in the ups and downs of the past few days, his emotions seemed to be buried in soft cotton, healed after thinking about it. Now that cotton has become a steel wire ball, he has no lyrical thoughts.

So he began to stare at Zhu Yanchen deeply, hoping that the wooden fish could ring by itself, and don't wait for him to knock.

A Yan was very active in chatting before. At that time, he didn't know who Zhu Yanchen was. Did Zhu Yanchen still not know who he was? It's impossible to say that Mr. Marshal is actually cold outside and hot inside. Before, he only asked crazy questions and didn't give others a chance to perform. So far, their (guanguan) department is okay. Although their romantic seedlings are dead, friends can always continue to do it, right?

Zhu Yanchen was clearly aware of Shu Jun's gaze, he raised his head and looked at Shu Jun quietly.

Minutes, two minutes.

After three minutes of being speechless, Shu Jun was a little unbearable, and said sincerely: "...I (sleeping Shui) for a while. You call me in the middle of the night, and we take turns to watch the night."

Dare to give him a tutorial version of "One Hundred Thousand Whys", I wish Mr. I have nothing to say.

Shu Jun sighed, and squeezed Xiao Erzhao's brain. Fearing that (Shui Shui) would let go, he specially folded his arms. The eclipse was forced to stick to his side, not daring to move.

"Bah," it said.

The lyricism of the eclipse marsh is stronger than that of Marshal Zhu (qiang), and Shu Jun is a little helpless.

He closed his eyes and took a nap, and the small eclipse marsh spit out water in dissatisfaction beside him, chirp. Before (身shen)'s body didn't adapt, and his body was weak, he (sleeping Shui) got up and was beaten sap. Now that he has gradually adapted, he has returned to the qualified state of a veteran fighter——

In a daze, Shu Jun heard a soft noise, brushing across the rock like a feather. He didn't move immediately, but quietly opened his eyes.

Zhu Yanchen opened his bottomless box again. This time he took out a slap-sized cage, and then quietly walked to the hole. Shu Jun stood up quietly and followed like a shadow.

In order to prevent Wan Wan, he even covered the mouth of Xiao Yanshu.

Maybe it was because I was too dead a few days ago (sleeping in Shui), Zhu Yanchen was not too suspicious. He bypassed the purifier, placed the cage on the ground, and then slowly (tuo off) his gloves.

Shu Jun took a breath of toothache.

The hands are beautifully shaped, with slender fingers, but they are covered with dense gray (color) wounds. It was said that ten fingers connected to the heart, and he felt terribly painful just looking at it. This person usually doesn't fall into the gun battle maintenance, not only his hands are not shaking, but his expression does not change.

There are quite serious traces of erosion, and Shu Jun has only seen them on dead people.

He held his breath, pressed the eroding bog, and continued to peek.

Zhu Yanchen took out a pen-sized instrument, scanned his hand with it, and drew some blood from his fingertips. Then he watched the instrument readings for a while and imported the data into a chip.

Shu Jun recognized this thing, and Zhu Yanchen was taking his blood sample. A few needles are not enough. I have to poke my fingers several times a day-I am in a special situation, so I just need to take blood samples for research. Zhu Yanchen is an ordinary person, so what's the trouble?

Next came the cage.

Inside the cage is a mutant beast, which looks and size a bit like a dragonfly with (flesh) wings. Zhu Yanchen put on his gloves, fixed the chip under its abdomen, and released it out of the cage.

"Go back," he whispered.

Then he neatly packed the cage and planned to return to the depths of the cave, when he hit the frowning Shujun frontally.

"What's the matter with your hand?" Shu Jun went straight in.

Zhu Yanchen did not answer. He just stared at Shu Jun, wondering if he didn't want to say it, or he was simply organizing the language.

"I won't ask who you are passing data to. You just need to answer my question, what's the matter with your hand?"

"This is not something you need to care about—"

Before Zhu Yanchen finished speaking, he was dragged into the cave by Shu Jun. The air in the cave was purified. He didn't wear protective clothing. It was convenient for Shu Jun-Shu Jun's claws swung, and Zhu Yanchen's shirt was directly torn, and his shoulders and arms were all exposed (exposed).

He has a good physique and has definitely practiced. This is Shu Jun's first impression.

Then he saw those fine and dense scars, layered on top of each other, new and old. Compared with the scars left by the battle, these scars are too regular, and the latest ones still have stitches.

...And again, all surgical scars.

The closer to the hands, the denser the scars. It can be seen that Zhu Yanchen was eroded by the erosions from the hands. Without clothing to cover up, the patient-specific decay smell is quite obvious. In order to prevent a misjudgment, Shu Jun leaned closer, and this time he sniffed Zhu Yanchen soberly.

"You are dying." Shu Jun threw out a shocked affirmation.

"Are you dying?" followed by another question with shock.

Zhu Yanchen tightened his lips. While Shu Jun was still in shock, he twisted Shu Jun's wrist, backhand with force, and he inverted the positions of the two men—this time Shu Jun was pressed against the cave wall. As if sensing the tension between the two of them, the marsh swamp clattered to the cave wall without saying a word.

"Yes."

Zhu Yanchen held Shu Jun with one hand, stretched his hand to his mouth, neatly biting down the glove he just put on.

The particularly eroded hand stretched out in front of Shu Jun.

"I can live for 63 days and 7 hours. Just now I provided my subordinates with the data when the body was corroded to the limit."

Zhu Yanchen was so close, his breathing seemed to be cold. Against the background of the white (color) shirt, the scars were so glaring that it was uncomfortable.

Shu Jun squinted.

Everything got a good answer, such as why Zhu Yanchen, as a marshal, had to "fake death" and went deep into the erosion zone alone. For example, knowing that there is a risk of erosion, why is he not too concerned about being bitten by a mutant beast.

For another example, after meeting, why Zhu Yanchen's attitude is not salty and not indifferent-his condition is unstable, and the degree of danger can be called a human enemy. When Shujun stood in Zhu Yanchen's position, he probably didn't want to create a stimulus that "an important friend died in front of him".

It is indeed a reasonable decision, but...

"Now you understand." Seeing Shu Jun's face (color) changed, Zhu Yanchen retracted his hand. "As far as our cooperation is concerned, this information has no harm to it."

Shu Jun: "It's okay, nine disadvantages."

Zhu Yanchen didn't expect that Shu Jun would have such an attitude, and time was a bit down.

"I just thought that your condition was wrong before. I never thought it was so serious." Shu Junsuo (sexual xing) did not move, letting Zhu Yanchen press it. "But you see, there happened to be a guy beside you who had survived soaking in the swamp, so don't say it too hard."

"you……"

Shu Jun retracted his claws and covered Zhu Yanchen's scarred hand with his palm.

"If you tell me, maybe I can help a little bit more. Anyway, it's all the same, walking counts as a step. Even if I can help you live longer, that's a second."

Saying that, Shu Jun was already confused. He is not a bloodless person, aside from cutting, he and Yanchen have been happy for several years, saying that not caring is fake. But as a person living on the battlefield, Shu Jun is particularly sober in this respect——

No matter collapse, anger or accusation, death will not stop due to any factors. Whether it is purely for cooperation and stability, or for the love of the past few years, he should not show an overly negative attitude.

"It's a human thing... Do you want my blood test? Would you like to take some more? I have a hunch that your business will definitely turn around. My instinct is right."

Zhu Yanchen slowly let go, lowered his head and put on his gloves: "Yeah."

"I have only one opinion on this matter."

"...?"

"Every word here is already jumping out." Shu Jun shook the marsh in his hand, "You can say more."

The eclipse is quite cooperative: "Bah."

I don't know if it is an illusion, Zhu Yanchen's mouth seems to be (hook gou) down.

"No." He said, his tone somewhat deliberate.

"No." There is something to learn from the Eclipse.

"All right, at least get things done with the sword first. Originally, I wanted to take it slowly. It seems that our time is also very tight." Shu Jun sighed helplessly. "You... uh, you change your clothes first, Grand Marshal."

"Ayan." Zhu Yanchen said.

"what?"

"As before, just call Ayan."

Shu Jun grinned: "No."