Saving Unpermitted

People get sleepy when they are full.

Zhu Yanchen is very healthy now, and Shu Jun is not polite anymore. He circled the big bed half a circle: "I (sleeping Shui) doesn't look very well, or just stay outside (sleeping Shui)."

He doesn't need to hold him anymore on Monday anyway. It was wrapped in a cloth strip, lying on the sofa near the purifier, blowing and inhaling dissatisfiedly at the cloth strip covering itself.

"Call me on time at six tomorrow morning." Shu Jun told it.

The two had been investigating in the erosion area for more than a week, and Shu Jun (touching Mo) got through Monday's temper. I didn't like him on Monday, but in the battle with Tianfeng, it also tasted the sweetness. This thing has limited brain capacity and can't understand much information, but the benefits of shining brightly are in front of its face, at least it will not want to run away.

Shu Jun drilled into the quilt, feeling the soft mattress behind him, almost tears in his eyes.

Zhu Yanchen is more particular than Shu Jun, not directly (sleeping Shui) topless. He used the last shirt as a (sleeping Shui) shirt and lay steadily on the side against the wall. Two people, one person and one quilt, the distance is more than one arm, there is even room for space.

Shu Jun murmured good night, wrapped the quilt happily, falling into (sleeping Shui) as fast as fainting.

......Things are still normal.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Zhu Yanchen opened his eyes, feeling cold. He (touched Mo) opened his mouth (chest xiong), only (touched Mo) to the thin shirt.

Zhu Yanchen: "..."

Before in the erosion zone, they had to keep a personal vigil. Mr. Shu didn't have a stage to fully play. Now he has found a chance to robbery. After more than ten years, this person's habit of grabbing the quilt has not changed at all.

Marshal Zhu sighed from the bottom of his heart, lay flat and turned sideways, ready to drag his quilt back. I don't think that the other party has (exposed) a trace of flaws-Shu Jun also has no cover, the two quilts are grouped by him, his arms are tightly bound. Not only that, but he frowned from time to time, obviously (sleeping Shui) not quite calm.

"...Don't die..." Shu Jun muttered intermittently.

Zhu Yanchen was silent for a long while in the dark, quietly stretched out his hand and stroked Shujun's frowning brow. Seeing the shadow between the opponent's eyebrows disappeared, (bodyshen) stretched out a bit, he grabbed the corner of the quilt again, and carefully pulled it out.

When it was said that it was too late and it was fast, Shu Jun slapped and stopped on the edge of the bed, his back turned to Zhu Yanchen.

Quite nostalgic, Zhu Yanchen propped up his upper body and took a deep breath. But he was just about to continue, his arm froze in the air.

Shu Jun (sleeping with Shui) didn't wear a shirt, and now his entire back was exposed (exposed), and his skin glowed brightly in the dim light. He didn't have a trace of fat on his body, and his contour smoothly slipped overnight (color), and he was wrapped in a narrow waist cloth. Those muscles are light and beautiful, and they don’t look too thin, nor do they feel heavy or bulky.

At this moment, his back was slightly arched, like a beautiful beast.

Zhu Yanchen's palm hung one centimeter away from Shu Jun's shoulder, and their body temperatures merged together. Keeping that little distance, his palms slid down and his shoulders, and slowly swam to his wrists. In the end, he didn't even stop, and then retracted.

My state is indeed not right, Marshal Zhu thought. The big deal he won't cover this quilt.

As a result, before he could close his eyes, Shu Jun rolled off with a sound by the bed. Two or three seconds later, there were several dissatisfied hums under the bed. A paw slapped (shang) by the bed, and Shu Jun stumbled on the bed, facing Zhu Yanchen's probing gaze.

"Huh?" Shu Jun's voice was suspicious when he got used to it by himself (sleeping Shui). He froze towards Zhu Yanchen for a while, and his body relaxed again. "Oh... Ayan."

Then his whole body exploded again: "Why are you such a big pile!... Well, you took a bath... That should be soaking hair..."

Zhu Yanchen (touching Mo) (touching Mo) has nothing to say with his still wet hair. This person thinks (Shui Shui) is confused, full of illogical dreams. While Shu Jun was busy climbing the bed, he stretched out his arms to rescue the two people under the bed.

Then he was thrown straight by Shu Jun.

Shu Jun hugged up with a big grin, with an aura of replacing the pile of quilts with Zhu Yanchen. He reversed the open and polite manner before, and his tone was obviously dissatisfied: "A Yan, how about my good night?"

Zhu Yanchen was frozen in place, mixed with surprise and sadness. The scene more than ten years ago gradually overlapped with the picture in front of him. He held Shu Jun uncertainly and (kissed wen) the top of the other party's hair.

Shu Jun hummed with satisfaction and went to Shen Shen (Shui Shui) again, this time he (Shui Shui) was quite stable.

Zhu Yanchen didn't close his eyes, he kept the posture of hugging each other, staring at a point of nothingness in the darkness. He is familiar with Shu Jun like this, he thought it was a period of time that was completely wiped out. Now it seems that maybe things can be restored.

Originally, he only wanted to finish this life in silence, but he didn't expect that he could really save Shu Jun, let alone that Shu Jun would save himself in turn. The development of things far exceeded his expectations, but right now he wants more.

Perhaps this is the side effect of being too close. At this moment, Marshal Zhu understood the taste of "greed" for the first time.

The taste is very good.

Zhu Yanchen stretched out his hand again, pressing his palm against the opponent's cheek. Shu Jun is quite handsome, but his eyebrows are not sharp, showing a comfortable closeness. The mutated hair (color) added a bit of wildness (sexual sex) to him, but when he closed his eyes, the danger turned into peaceful trust.

Shu Jun obviously still had the impression of that time. Even if only a little fragment of the impression remains, it can spell the possibility of recovery.

I am going to grab the support of the people, grab the position of the leader, grab an ending without gunpowder. In that case, it is better to grab everything you want... For example, the memory of this person being crushed.

"Good night." He whispered to Shu Jun.

It's a pity that another hour passed, and the sound of 　　咚咚(肉rou). body landing sounded again, and the warm hug was gone forever. Zhu Yanchen pulled the quilt back onto the (bed chuang) with a wooden face, rolled Shu Jun into the quilt and wrapped it into a roll.

At six o'clock in the morning, Monday made a stern cry on time.

"From--"

"bed--"

Shu Jun (sleeping Shui) was full, and his whole body was refreshing. The bed was still the same bed, he hadn't played the bed for a long time. On the side, Zhu Yanchen was rather strange—Marshal Zhu wrapped himself in a mummy, lay upright, and pressed the quilt with his (body shen) body.

Did this person have this habit before? Shu Jun yawned again and got out of bed neatly. The mattress shook, and Zhu Yanchen woke up immediately.

"Let's go, go to the early market." Shu Jun put on his coat, and his tone of voice was lightened by a quick sleep.

Zhu Yanchen sat there for a few seconds and then nodded slowly. Shu Jun put his sword on his back and put his hands on the bedside: "Why, I didn't (sleep in Shui) last night? How about I go talk to Uncle Pan and let him change two single beds."

"No." Zhu Yanchen rubbed his temples, "Just think about things, I (sleeping Shui) is fine."

"Are you two awake?" Saying Cao (操cao) Cao (操cao) arrived, there was a knock on the door, and Uncle Pan's voice came from the door.

Shu Jun threw the mask to Zhu Yanchen backhand, and quickly put it on.

Uncle Pan didn't know how to wake up from the wine, he was still drunk in the early morning, and even the mutant animal skin was processed early in the morning. He glanced at the two men wearing masks, put an electronic wallet the size of a lighter on the table, and rubbed his hands.

"Don't tell me, early in the morning, there is really an NPC job, I really don't know what the people above are worried about."

"What content?"

"I also heard someone say when I was lying down. It seems that someone will come to recruit people tomorrow. If you two, alas, if you two really want to go, you can go to the'Longevity' tavern later to save time. Brother Greyclaw, listen to what you said, you can live happily just by selling leather..."

"Thanks, brother, it's okay, let's go and watch the excitement first." Shu Jun smiled, "Did you say which team is the mission?"

"Black Bird." Uncle Pan smacked his lips. "The evil sect is here. It has only been a few days, and I have sent another mission. To me, it must be Yi Ning's intention to merge the team. You see, the black bird is the most (strong qiang) team, now The captain is gone, and Zhu Yanchen, who is in charge of the management, is gone. I'm so anxious to let the black bird deflate, and I must make up for management by then..."

Shu Jun clenched his fist without a trace, his sharp nails scratched his palm. He was still smiling behind the mask, so that his voice sounded full of smiles: "Anyway, these are not related to us, the team is big, it's more reliable."

Uncle Pan didn't notice anything unusual: "Sure, it's all the same. By the way, about your anti-corrosion recipe--"

"We will enter the city in a while. We will definitely help you ask when we see people."

"Good, good."

The morning of the other captain was not very pleasant either.

Luo Duan knelt on one knee, and the dark red blood kept pouring from the wound, almost dripping into threads.

"Stop!" shouted the doctor outside the training room, "he can't fight anymore, he must receive treatment as soon as possible!"

Luo Duan lowered his head, buried his face in the shadow, and smiled to himself. As he expected, after more than a week of continuous challenges, he finally suffered a serious injury.

The medical team escorted him to the treatment room, the emergency bed slid across the corridor, Luo Duan turned his face to his side and looked at the road leading to the underground.

All game-related materials have explained that the bottom layer of the base must be the storage layer used by NPCs, and no one cared about this before. However, the command center is located in the city of Y city, which is rich in materials, and it also specially repairs the storage layer under the training layer where the dangerous mutant beasts are held. It is a bit unnatural to think.

He succeeded in getting in, and he was always patient.

Luo Duan retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, and began to silently plan the invasion route.

He kept his eyes closed calmly until the nurses sent him to the special ward. In all fairness, the layout of the special ward is quite good, and there are (insert cha) (color) and fresh (yanyan) bionic flowers in the vase.

The TV was hung on the wall opposite the hospital bed and turned into an intelligence channel that players often watch, broadcasting morning news. Confirming that everyone had left the ward, Luo Duan raised his eyelids and glanced at the screen.

"...At 5 o'clock in the morning today, a large erosion swamp appeared 300 kilometers northwest of the remains of X City. The results of the fuzzy scan are quite strange, and the experts are doing their best to interpret the data..."

"...We decided to send the most (strong qiang) team to find out. The Blackbirds will leave in five days..."

In the past, Luo Duan might still be envious of the Blackbirds-it was a "special task" that only the champion team could contact. The Blackbirds could get a lot of contribution points and unique fieldwork experience. Moreover, the mission sounds more qualitative, not actual combat, and the loss of combat power will not be too great.

It now appears that the opposite is not necessarily an enemy arranged by mankind in advance. No one knows what will happen to the black bird who lost Shu Jun.

Luo Duan sneered.

The sudden sound by the hospital bed was a bit like a mouse eating paper. Luo Duan turned his head, the sight in front of him stopped his breathing.

The vase of flowers is melting.

The (color) color of the flowers melted little by little, dripping viscously along the vase. Then they crawled in all directions, the thin veins stuck to the wall, and the slime mold spread out. After a while, the veins' color (color) gradually turned black and gray, lining the pale wall, like dead capillaries.

Something condensed on the ceiling, and a fruit-sized liquid cluster slowly hung in front of Luo Duan.

"Ah...ah..."

The thing that fell can't help twisting, making a hoarse noise. Its movements are strange and stiff, like a spider with no legs.

Luo Duan didn't yell, his eyes were cold. Everything in front of him is too weird, maybe he is too ill and has hallucinations.

"what……"

The thing sighed again.

"I...help you...I help...you..."

Unexpectedly, this thing could still speak, Luo Duan was startled. Before he could react, the door was roughly pushed open. The liquid mass quickly retracted to the ceiling, and the vein penetrated into the wall, as if it had never existed.

"Are you the Luo Duan of underground water?"

Ai Xiaoxiao walked into the ward and scanned Luo Duan's eyes: "Well, it's okay to hurt, you can't die, just don't toss about it."

"Are you my doctor?"

"No, just passing by." Ai Xiaoxiao blew out a bubble and shrugged indifferently. "I heard that there are seriously injured patients here, just look around."

Luo Duan: "..."

Ai Xiaoxiao ignored Luo Duan's complicated expression. She frowned and (touched Mo) (touched Mo) the wall closest to her. However, the walls were cold and flat, and looked nothing unusual.

"If you feel uncomfortable, remember to call the doctor at any time."

She murmured and wiped her hands.

"Also, why is there an empty vase in the special ward?",,,51g...