Please stop your Zhang San behavior

Harley reacted quickly, aiming the black muzzle at Lu Yan quickly.

Seeing that the other party was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child, his expression still did not relax his vigilance, and his eyes shot back and forth between Lu Yan and the vent.

Harley asked coldly, "How many people are there?"

Lu Yan: "No one, I'm the only one hiding inside."

Harley didn't believe it or say he didn't believe it, he raised his hand and fired a shot at the vent.

He fired this shot very suddenly, but there was no movement in the pipe, and it didn't look like there was someone.

Now Harley was relieved, and when he was about to deal with these two little guys, a few star thieves walked in from the warehouse.

The leader was tall, 1.9 meters tall, with dark brown hair, thick black eyebrows, sharp eyes, and a corroded scar on his forehead, which added a kind of wild roughness to the deep and handsome features. .

"Why did you shoot again? Are there any survivors?" The man's voice was low.

Lu Yan saw the spider tattoo behind his ear and recognized him as the man who killed the black-rimmed glasses in the operating room.

Harley turned his head and called out to the boss, explaining, "There are only these two children left, and everyone else has taken care of it."

Corleone's dark gray pupils were like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, scanning Lu Yan's body, making people shudder.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Corleone asked Lu Yan.

"We are people from the garbage planet. After our parents died, we wanted to go to other planets to seek a living. We couldn't afford the regular starship tickets, so we found a middleman and wanted to smuggle to ET22 planet."

"Those people arranged for us to hide in this small container. Later, when we heard movement outside, we came out to see what was going on."

Lu Yan's words were half true and half false, and he could not reveal He Huai's true identity.

Harley raised one eyebrow and lowered the other, showing exaggerated suspicion, "Are you two brothers?"

Lu Yan jumped off the container, shook his head and said, "Not relative, but related by blood."

He Huai looked up at Lu Yan who was walking over, not quite understanding why he said they were blood brothers.

Corleone was not at all interested in whether the two teenagers were related by blood. He went to check the goods that could generate millions of profits for them.

Harley raised his gun again, and smiled at Lu Yan in a mischievous manner, "Good night, next time you will cast a better baby."

Seeing that Harley aimed his gun at Lu Yan, He Huai's face immediately changed. He stepped forward suddenly, punched Harley on the bridge of the nose, and snatched the particle gun from his hand.

No one expected that He Huai would have such explosive power, Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, seeing that He Huai was about to shoot Harley, he quickly stopped him.

"Put the gun down!" Lu Yan's anxious voice was tearing.

These people are well-trained star thieves, they all have guns in their hands, and it must be me who suffers from such a head-on confrontation.

He Huai paused, and subconsciously glanced sideways at Lu Yan.

Harley, who had reacted at this time, took the energy-shocking spear from his partner, and swung the heavy butt to He Huai's head with the sound of howling wind.

He Huai was thrown to the ground by the huge momentum, his head hit the superalloy floor hard, rebounded, and fell back to the floor.

A profuse amount of blood oozed from the wound, quickly staining his blond hair red.

Harley's nose was also bleeding, he wiped the blood away with his fingertips, and continued to hit He Huai with the butt of his gun with a sullen face, "Little bastard."

Lu Yan seemed to be scorched by He Huai's blood, and the whites of his eyes were covered with a few spider webs of blood.

Anger filled his chest and spread out along his limbs. Lu Yan's fingertips were trembling, and he rushed over to embrace the unconscious He Huai.

The gun stock in Harley's hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties. When he swung it off, Lu Yan's shoulders collapsed, and his back hurt like a fire. He protected He Huai even tighter.

The butt of the gun hit him again and again, Lu Yan's chin was smashed, his brain was buzzing, and a stream of heat flowed from his ears.

Harley still didn't want to stop, and the partner on the side couldn't stand it anymore, "It's almost done, let them have a good time, we still have to get the goods to the starship, don't waste time."

Harley kicked twice fiercely before stopping.

One side of Lu Yan's face was so numb that he couldn't feel it, his right ear hurt like a pinprick, and his eyes also turned black. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from passing out.

"The two of us have no other place to go, can you let us follow you?" Lu Yan looked at Corleone who was inspecting the goods, "You can do whatever you want, as long as you have enough to eat."

When he opened his mouth, the wound at the corner of his mouth split open again, and blood flowed down.

Corleone looked over, his gray pupils showed no emotion, the way he looked at him was no different from looking at a dead object.

Lu Yan wanted to say something more, but Harley stuffed the muzzle of the gun into his mouth and said condescendingly, "Your brother wanted to shoot me and kill me just now, but you still want to follow us?"

"He just wanted to protect me." Lu Yan said with difficulty, "It will never happen again."

He was the one who brought He Huai out, and he had to send He Huai back alive.

"Don't kill us." Lu Yan lowered his eyes, clenched his hands, and begged in a low voice, "... Please."

He Huai opened his eyes, the sharp pain in his head made his vision loose and empty.

It wasn't until someone handed water to his lips, and the cool water moisturized his dry lips, that He Huai regained his consciousness a little bit.

He raised his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw a person squatting in front of him, and it took him a while to see the other person's facial features clearly.

It was Lu Yan, the corners of his mouth and face were swollen, and the bluish-purple color made that face look miserable.

He Huai's eyelashes trembled, his eyes were swollen, and he was burning with uncontrollable hostility. He struggled to sit up.

Seeing this, Lu Yan quickly held He Huai down, and said in an orderly tone, "Lie down, don't move."

Although Lu Yan also suffered a lot of beatings, he protected his vulnerable body, unlike He Huai who was hit hard on the head by the butt of a gun.

The last time Del hit Hehuai, he just taught him a lesson, not really wanting Hehuai's life, but Harley was different, he didn't show mercy at all.

Corleone probably saw that they were younger and easier to control than adults, so he didn't kill them and brought them back to the star thief base camp.

Seeing that Lu Yan's jaw was red and swollen, He Huai gently touched his face, his throat seemed to have a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were full of blood.

"Who hit you?" He Huai's lower lip trembled, "Is it the one who pointed the gun at you? Was it him..."

He Huai's expression was rare and cold, he ignored Lu Yan's obstruction, and insisted on getting up.

Seeing He Huai's posture of desperately fighting with others, Lu Yan pushed his hand away irritably, and said impersonally, "Is he important? What can you do, you can't even take care of yourself."

Lu Yan's words were like a basin of cold water pouring on He Huai's head, he was stunned in place, his eyelashes dropped little by little.

He Huai has never hated himself for being weak at that moment like now.

Seeing that He Huai lowered his head, as if someone had taken his breath away, Lu Yan immediately regretted what he said so harshly, he shouldn't be angry with He Huai.

Lu Yan looked at He Huai and moved his lips. It took a long time before he said, "We have to live, and only if we survive can we have a chance to leave here."

"So don't be impulsive, no matter what happens, don't provoke those people, we have to endure."

Lu Yan's voice was extremely hoarse, and his expression was calm, but his eyes seemed to have been sprinkled with a handful of crushed ice, and a white mist quickly gathered.

The matter has developed to the present, and it has completely exceeded Lu Yan's control. He doesn't know if he can send He Huai home alive.

Lu Yan had never been so desperate. When his grandma passed away, he tried to hold back his sadness so as not to collapse.

But when those star thieves pointed their guns at them, when he put down his dignity to beg the star thieves, and when he looked at He Huai who had been unconscious all this time, all the past misfortunes poured out, almost crushing him.

He Huai's heart seemed to be stabbed by something. Since he met Lu Yan, he has always been strong and indifferent. He Huai has never seen him like this.

"I see." He Huai held Lu Yan's face in his hands, looked at the wound on his face, and felt extremely distressed, "Does it still hurt?"

Lu Yan was not used to being so intimate with He Huai, so he turned his head unnaturally and said, "It's okay, the swelling will subside in a day."

He Huai was still very distressed, he leaned over to give Lu Yan a blow.

Lu Yan became even more uncomfortable, but he didn't push He Huai away, and he didn't say any harsh words that made him sad.

I thought that He Huai would let him go with two blows, so Lu Yan didn't urge him. After a while, a soft touch suddenly fell on his cheek, soft and gentle, like the wind blowing petals.

Lu Yan was stunned.

He Huai's fingertips stroked the corner of Lu Yan's cracked mouth, blew lightly, and lowered his head to kiss.

Lu Yan's brain continued to shut down, and he didn't react until the other party kissed him three, four, five or six times.

After the age of seven or eight, Lu Yan had never been kissed like this before, and he slammed his tongue, "You... what are you doing?"

He Huai's eyes glistened with water, seeing that Lu Yan was not angry, his eyelashes fluttered twice, and with red eyes, he leaned over and kissed the corner of Lu Yan's injured mouth again.

Lu Yan's throat was blocked, his body was stiff, and his expression was dull.

"I will become stronger in the future." He Huai buried his face in Lu Yan's neck, his pure and clean eyes calmed down, and he said softly, "I will protect you."

Lu Yan stiffened his neck, opened and closed his mouth, closed it and opened it again—for He Huai's injury today, he didn't dampen his enthusiasm, and barely squeezed out an 'um'.

He Huai hugged Lu Yan, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scary-colored bruise on the back of his neck, and his heart throbbed violently as if being disturbed by a pair of big hands.

Lu Yan felt that He Huai rubbed against his neck slightly, and then the back of his neck felt hot.

Lu Yan's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the next moment, a soft thing stuck to the back of his neck, and at that moment Lu Yan's goosebumps came out to revolt.

For this alpha who is very good at expressing his feelings, Lu Yan seems to be allergic. As long as He Huai gets too close to him and still looks soft, Lu Yan will feel uncomfortable all over.