Saving Unpermitted

The two were used to seeing strong winds and waves, so they wouldn't panic because of the bad news. Regardless of the real situation outside, anxiety and panic will not change anything. Zhu Yanchen put down the medical tray in his hand and asked Shu Jun a few questions carefully. Then he picked up the tweezers again and started to deal with the wound.

Shu Jun likes this feeling of being able to communicate smoothly. They will not spend their time questioning each other or denying collapse, and the discussion efficiency is quite high.

He closed his mouth contentedly, and gave birth to some reassuring emotions out of thin air, even the pain in his back did not affect his good mood.

Zhu Yanchen was dealing with that arrow, his movements were terribly light and extremely accurate, as if Shu Jun was a sculpture made of catkins, and a single breath could make him collapse.

This person took it too seriously.

After fighting for these days, Shu Jun is familiar with the characteristics of corrosiveness in his body (sexual xing). These things are simple to die, and if the injury is bad, they will panic and repair the wound. But if the wound is not life-threatening, they are too lazy to change their original state and will only heal at a normal rate.

In other words, his wound will only get better slowly, not get worse. But Zhu Yanchen treated him very carefully. He put anesthetics on him and carefully cleaned up the cracked skin (flesh).

After his body improved, Zhu Yanchen's hands were no longer cold. Now he was busy taking out the arrow, his palm pressed against Shujun's back, and his body temperature was constantly pouring in.

Shu Jun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He sat down on the chair with his chin resting on the back of the chair. And Zhu Yanchen bends down slightly, standing behind him, Shu Jun can feel the heat of wrapping his back. The skin against the palm is getting hotter and hotter. Due to some unnamed tension, his blood (flesh) gradually turns into wood, and the whole person is wedged into the air.

The two of them share the same bed (sleeping in Shui), and Shu Jun has always (sleeping in Shui) very fast and doesn't feel awkward at all. He insisted on talking about his feelings, he even felt that he accepted it too smoothly-as if they should have (sleeping Shui) together.

Before, he could still tease himself in his heart, joking with the half-dead romantic seedling. Now that the other person's body temperature had soaked into his skin like poison, he didn't know what to do.

Shu Jun is not a person who hates touch. Whether it is daily communication or fighting, he has long been accustomed to physical contact with the same (sexual xing) (身shen)-to be honest, they have also been trained in water combat. Shu Jun is very good at locking his throat in the water. Every time he makes a shot, whether it is the skin contact area or the time, which is more exaggerated than the current one.

He had never been cautious before.

However, his body reaction does not lie. At this moment, he is as stiff as a frozen octopus, with the same hardness as Monday.

Zhu Yanchen was still handling the wound gently, but his hand did not move away. Shu Jun couldn't wait for him to act rude, so as not to worry about it. There was no way, he stared at a scratch on the tabletop, and his heartbeat hit the tympanic membrane 　　.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Marshal Zhu noticed his abnormality and stopped for a moment. The mechanical arrow had been taken out by him, lying **** on the plate.

"No." Shu Jun squeezed the word out of his throat.

"Then I will start stitching up." Zhu Yanchen hummed, his face a little closer, and the end of his breath swept through the sensitive wound.

Forgive me, his brain can't fit more question marks. Shu Jun lamented silently in his heart.

"Also." Marshal Zhu still didn't plan to let him go. "Just now you talked about your own hatred... If you don't mind, you can talk to me like you did before."

This sentence also sounded a bit blunt, perhaps his stiffness was transmitted to Zhu Yanchen, Shu Jun thought weakly.

It's a pity that he guessed wrong. Marshal Zhu's stiffness is purely self-produced and sold.

It was the first time he saw Shu Jun's fight against each other. Before they could only hunt mutant beasts, at that time, Shujun's posture was relaxed and closer to "hunting" than "fighting". Just now the man got serious, his aura was like a waking beast.

Shu Jun finally looked down at Wu Da's eyes, Wu Da himself may not have paid attention, Zhu Yanchen could see clearly. Throwing away the abnormal hatred, his eyes were full of sharp arrogance, and the intent to fight.

Zhu Yanchen is not familiar with such Shujun, the instinct of (强qiang) collision can make him secretly frightened and excited. However, when he returned to the room, the sharp blade turned into running water, and the man turned around unsuspectingly and showed (exposed) his wounds to himself.

Zhu Yanchen has long been used to such a scene. Shu Jun himself might not have noticed it yet—he unconsciously gave himself more trust than he thought.

The past and the present are intertwined, and the people in front of him confuse him.

Zhu Yanchen stretched out his hand, pressed the smooth and warm skin of the other party, and treated the wound carefully. Dangerous toxins surging under that skin with vitality, he knew this very well. This sense of contradiction fascinated him, feeling the breath and heat of the other party, and small sparks jumped on his nerves.

When Shu Jun posted this morning in order to see the data, Zhu Yanchen had already felt the attraction, like being caught in a hot vortex.

He wants more, one part of greed belongs to "touch (touch Mo.

...But this shouldn't be an impulse born between friends. Zhu Yanchen lowered his eyes and focused on the wound. When his thoughts calmed down, his thoughts came out of his mouth without authorization.

"You can talk to me like you did before."

"Good." Shu Jun replied.

Zhu Yanchen couldn't see his expression, he could only see the back of his head. Under the dim light, the other party's gray hair glowed beautifully.

Finally, the wound was stitched up. Zhu Yanchen straightened up and left the warm thick air.

In the next few days, the settlements were not earth-shaking, but they also changed a lot. There was a direct order from the fourth house, that Master Hou was no longer in charge of public security patrols and was transferred to specialize in business. Yujin was formally pulled into the fourth family to be responsible for the order management of this stronghold.

The fourth family has added a few new rules, and the bad things in the settlement are less visible. Hearing that the opponent has become the boss in the true sense, Wu Dawu ran away overnight. As the fuse of this series of changes, "Gray Claw" and "Smoke" have also been named.

Unfortunately, the notice to register in city Y arrived, and they couldn't continue to strike while the iron was hot.

The temporary recruitment of NPCs is not as good as the players, and the three are sitting in a semi-open truck. Yu Jin kept his eyes on Zhu Yanchen's body, and Shu Jun could probably guess his entanglement-as the senior (gan gan) department of the fourth family, "Smoke" could not be short of money. He specially came to participate in the npc mission. This task is almost a ghost.

However, this matter is not easy to ask too directly, if you are not careful, you will offend people, and Yujin seems to be suffocated to death.

"For information." Zhu Yanchen took the initiative to speak with his eyes pricked. "That's a new area, maybe there are relics that can be unearthed. The people below are unreliable, I have to see it myself, and the player team is more professional than general bodyguards."

It seems that he thought of an excuse early, and Shu Jun twitched his mouth.

"Yes, and one gray claw is worth ten." Yu Jin said with a smile. "By the way, can you still be called Yanchen later? Will it be inconvenient..."

After all, Yu Jin was in the fringe area, Shu Jun heard the subtext.

To enter city y through ordinary channels, the inspections are quite strict, and it takes a long time to verify the regular transactions. Shu Jun didn't mention it, Zhu Yanchen could not hide his identity.

The NPCs that can be temporarily recruited are different. They were brought in directly by the army, and the official display device also had a positioning function. Temporary NPCs could not go to sensitive places and would not stay in the city for long. For such people, the entrance inspection will not be too strict, and usually say hello to the leader of the army.

There are many people in the (gan gan) department of the old four family, and it is normal not to be exposed (exposed). Judging from Yujin's reaction, 80% of them regard them as dark businessmen who specialize in dangerous businesses.

"It's fine to call it the same way." Zhu Yanchen turned his head and looked at the high wall of city y.

"Then do you have any plans later? It's rare to enter the second city, and the brothers can stay for more than a long time." Yujin pulled the hair dyed fluorescent yellow twice. "I'm going to go shopping in the commercial street. You can't buy anything good in the settlement."

"We are going to find a pharmacy, and Gray Claw will have to check her body."

After all, they can't control Yujin's actions. If they are smashed and lied, they will only appear more suspicious. Zhu Yanchen told the truth.

"Hey, the Ai's Medical Center is good. Or we will send Brother Greyclaw later, and then buy supplies first. I know a good weapon shop—"

"I want to be with him." Zhu Yanchen continued.

Shu Jun: "..." It's too straightforward, even if Mr. Marshal made up an illness for himself. He wasn't hurt so he couldn't walk independently, and they weren't kids who needed to hand in hand to find the toilet, which sounded a little strange and suspicious.

Yujin choked for a few seconds, his eyes circled between the two, and he suddenly realized after a while, his tone was quite ambiguous: "This way, hey, I'm bothering you."

Shu Jun patted the mask and exhaled. Marshal Zhu continued to look out the window, obviously not intending to clarify the misunderstanding.

Pragmatists are really scary, Shu Jun thought in silence.

It's not difficult to find the Ai Shi Medical Center. It is the most prosperous area in the city, and its appearance is quite dilapidated. It is more like a haunted house than a medical hall. At the moment, a sign saying "Closed today, double the price for consultation" was hung at the door, with the words blood red and blood red. Whether you look at the content or the font, the haunted house smell is a bit stronger.

Zhu Yanchen flipped the sign and pushed the door decisively.

There was no one in the hospital hall, the lights were off, and the garbage was randomly swept into the corner. A little light came out from the corridor, and the two turned to the small consulting room that was lit, and there were only two people inside.

"You are here." The girl in white was biting the lollipop, her voice a little vague. "Congratulations to someone coming back from the dead."

Speaking of her, bite the candy and lock the door of the clinic. The old man standing beside her was silent, just kept looking at Shu Jun.

"Introduce myself, I'm Ai Xiaoxiao." The girl in white stretched out her hand towards Shu Jun and shook it politely. "Follow me."

Shu Jun glanced across the room. This small consultation room was not even ten square meters. He couldn't imagine where he could follow.

Ai Xiaoxiao gave a chuckle and kicked the table by the window twice. The table rattles, slowly moves away, (exposing) the steps leading to the ground: "It's time for a full inspection, Mr. Ekumaru."

Then she squinted at the sword behind Shu Jun, dotted it across the cloth, and directly poke Zhou Zhou's (exposed) brain: "And this little thing."

The scream of "No--" resounded through the room on Monday.