Commander is not normal today

"Zhou, Mr. Zhou Yang... No, brother Zhou Yang, are you okay?"

Fushun blinked his big eyes, his expression was full of sadness and self-blame.

Zhou Yang waved his hands and said:

"I'm fine, but I have something to remind you."

"When dealing with explosives, you must be careful... The most taboo thing is that there are still unknown sources of explosions, but the anti-explosion work has ended ahead of schedule. Do you remember, Fushun?"

"Well, Fushun remembered..."

Fushun wiped the dust off his face, stretched out his hand, and handed it to Zhou Yang, this time he didn't hold it again, because Yixian had already rushed over.

With a rather anxious look on her pretty face, Yixian stood in front of Zhou Yang and Fushun:

"What's the matter, I clearly heard two explosions?"

"Sister Yixian, I...he made two missiles." Fushun said very ashamedly.

It is not terrible to make a mistake, but it takes courage to admit it.

"You child... hey." Yixian sighed, raised his slender fingers, and tapped on Fushun's forehead:

"You're not allowed to mess around like this in the future, and you'll learn your wisdom from the pit, remember? Anshan will definitely scold you when you turn around, and you must apologize to her, Fushun."

Fushun nodded like pounding garlic.

After lecturing on Fushun, Yixian turned his attention back to Zhou Yang.

"Then, let's go back together first, take a shower, and it's not too late to eat."

While walking, Yixian said to the two of them:

"I'm going to boil some hot water for you, and I need to change my clothes."

Since they were facing Zhou Yang, Yixian and Fushun didn't notice the cuts and scars behind him.

I didn't see him either, the whole back cloth was stained red with blood.

In front of the building, Yixian left first, and she went to the first floor of the small wooden building.

At present, it is very inconvenient for everyone in Donghuang to use hot water. Someone needs to go to the stove to heat it up, and then use a structure similar to a well to pump it upstairs.

As for why... In the final analysis, it is because of the word "reclusive".

Unlike Zhou Yang's Neuschwanstein Castle, there is a solar-powered water heater on the top floor and a generator in the basement, which is very convenient for living.

During the three days of his short stay in Neuschwanstein Castle, Yixian overheard Zhou Yang and Bismarck discussing whether they should install antennas in each room and buy a few more TV sets when they were free.

Zhou Yang didn't go upstairs from the position of the railing, but when he saw Anshan waiting here, he rushed over when he saw his sister.

Anshan hugged Fushun in his arms, to see if his sister was injured, and saw that she was all well, but she was a little bit embarrassed, and then helped Fushun's body steady, and slammed her forehead with his forehead:

"Fushun, don't make such a fuss next time!"

"Yes, sister Anshan!"

Shaking his head and smiling, Zhou Yang didn't go through the main entrance, but jumped into his room from the side.

With a casual flick, the blood-stained shirt on the back has been thrown aside.

He frowned, looking for tweezers and bandages in the luggage... These shrapnel would not cause him any real damage, except for pain.

It was also because of the pain that Zhou Yang didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes outside the door, which had already noticed his every move.

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作者:

Went out today to meet an old classmate, a friend of almost ten years.

That being said, the last time we met was in 2018.

I was a little full after eating, and I felt uncomfortable. I just got over it.

I didn't finish writing a chapter until the clock ticked.

I will continue to write later, everyone go to bed first, and read it tomorrow morning.

Chapter 52 begins to conquer Jinhae's heart

"Miss Zhenhai? What are you doing twitchy? If you want to see it, just come in and have a look."

Having sensed the movement outside the door, Zhou Yang said without changing his face.

Then, he continued with his unfinished actions.

He took off the clothes on his upper body, revealing his well-proportioned upper body. As mentioned earlier, Zhou Yang does not have the figure of a brawny man... On the contrary, he even looks a little thin.

Muscles are not one by one, but in a shape of lines, tightening, relaxing, and every movement is full of beauty.

Such a body has a special charm.

At Neuschwanstein Castle, Zhou Yang took off his shirt only a few times, always attracting a group of shipgirls to watch and secretly take a few glances.

At this time, he was facing the window and only turned his back to the door.

One, two, three, four... A total of seven shrapnel were embedded in his back, but it was strange that it looked like a lot of blood, but in fact it was just some skin trauma.

These shrapnel have enough kinetic energy to cut through the top, but they can't break through the defense line of their own body at all.

"Could it be that while my strength is increasing, my body's defense ability is also increasing?"

Zhou Yang was thinking so much, his face was still expressionless, he was enduring.

After all, no matter how strong the defense is, it should hurt, and it will hurt.

Clenching his teeth, Zhou Yang bent his hands behind his back, exerting force on his fingers suddenly... A shrapnel was thrown on the table beside him.

And then the next one——

No, before he had time to treat the wound, he was interrupted by a sudden voice:

"Zhou Yang, what are you doing? Don't you still want to discuss an alliance with us? Before that, cherish yourself more!"

What sounded outside the door was the angry voice from Zhenhai.

Different from the elegant and somewhat dangerous female voice I heard an hour ago, this time the voice was angry, but also a bit concerned.

Zhenhai pushed the door open, held her beautiful neck high, and moved her beautiful legs wrapped in black silk. She speeded up and came behind Zhou Yang.

The black-haired ship girl stretched out her hand, slapped him on the back suddenly, and glared:

"Can't you hear me, get your dirty hands off."

"what are you going to do?"

"I said, take your hands away, do you remember to disinfect? ​​You dare to fumble around the wound, but you want it to infect faster?"

Zhou Yang had doubts in his heart, he thought:

What does Zhenhai mean? Doesn't she know that my resilience is different from ordinary people?

You guessed right, Zhenhai really doesn't know.

Binjiang only had time to tell her about Zhou Yang's fighting power in the sea and the huge power in his body, but he didn't have time to talk about other parts.

For such a small injury, for him, he only needed to pull out the shrapnel and did not need to bandage it, and the wound had already begun to heal.

When I wake up the next morning, there will be no scars left.

"Turn around, are you afraid of pain?" Zhenhai asked, she put her hands on Zhou Yang's shoulders, and exerted a slight force on her hands to let him move with her movements.

"You can bear it." Zhou Yang replied, "Also, how did you know I was in the room?"

"As I said, I'm still in the period of observing you. I will naturally pay attention to your every move."

Zhenhai sighed again, and said softly:

"Don't move. I prepared gauze and alcohol for you just now. Now, I will help you deal with your wound."

"Well...Okay. I brought anti-inflammatory medicine before I went out, and it's on the table."

"That would be the best." Zhenhai said.

So, her hands began to grope around Zhou Yang's body, and her cold and smooth fingers slid across the muscles on his body. This sudden cold feeling made Zhou Yang's body tremble.

He couldn't help turning his head back, frowning slightly, looking down at Zhenhai who was treating his injury.

"Hurry up." Zhou Yang said.

"Don't worry," Zhenhai dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant alcohol and wiped the wound to wash away the blood. "I'll use tweezers to take out the shrapnel for you. It will hurt...don't scream."

After finishing speaking, Zhenhai squeezed a shrapnel firmly with his hand, and threw it aside.

Not only did Zhou Yang not bark, he didn't even move.

He just felt that Zhenhai's movements were a little too slow... If he had done it by himself, he would have finished it long ago, and now he has gone to take a shower.

Zhenhai slowly and carefully removed all the shrapnel on his back with tweezers.

"We don't have wound medicine for humans here, which is troublesome," she said.

"No, as I said, there is no need to tie the bandage... The bleeding has stopped, right?" Zhou Yang said.

"How can I do that!" Zhenhai's voice was filled with anger, she raised her head, and met Zhou Yang's eyes.He still kept his brows slightly wrinkled.

Because of the movement of turning the head, the muscles on the body show beautiful lines, which has a primitive beauty.

The moment their eyes met, Zhenhai's breathing seemed to have stopped.

What kind of look is that?

She couldn't explain clearly, she could only instinctively think that Zhou Yang's figure suddenly magnified in her sight, he was not much taller than her, at this moment, the pressure on Zhenhai was like facing a hill.

Zhenhai's heart trembled, she thought for no reason:

Powerful... This person is very powerful. If he fights against him, he may be captured in less than one round.

As a ship's mother, the last thing Zhenhai wants to face is her extremely weak combat power.

Said to be a seaplane mothership, she can actually only fly two water reconnaissance planes... Many times, she is very envious of Binjiang, who can go to battle with the enemy in person, but she can't do it.

Therefore, Zhenhai positions himself as Donghuang's military adviser, or counselor.

——Military advisers and counselors who do not need to go into battle in person.

But Zhou Yang in front of him just met his gaze, and the pressure he conveyed was inferior to even Binjiang, the strongest in Donghuang.

"I……"

Zhenhai opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

It was Zhou Yang who took the initiative to turn his head back:

"Well, Zhenhai, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry. If you want to wrap gauze, please do so."

"I didn't have time to tell you before, but my resilience is very strong... This kind of minor injury can be healed after a night of sleep."

"Oh, oh." Zhenhai nodded as if waking up from a dream.

She used the most gentle movements to wrap Zhou Yang in gauze.

Zhen Hai stared closely at his broad shoulders and back, staring at that absolutely beautiful body, lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking about.

Is this the strong... Is there a threat?

No, when he just jumped out to look for Fushun, it was a completely instinctive reaction.

Do you need to change your strategy when negotiating with him?

……

In this way, while thinking about the future, Zhenhai stroked every corner of Zhou Yang's upper body with his warm fingers.

A small thought suddenly jumped out:

"His body, I really want to touch it more."

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作者:

I wrote on my mobile phone until three o'clock yesterday, and then suddenly fell asleep