After the death of thousands of people, the enemy regrets it

Xiao Mu's body unconsciously emits low air pressure, and his light-colored eyes look at the endless night. On the surface, there is no sadness or joy, but there is always an inexplicable sense of lack in his heart.

He slowly clenched his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, which was very frightening, and his appearance was completely different from the genteel him in the daytime.

Chu Yan, who had given up on communicating, had a good night's sleep, feeling that an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, life is so beautiful, the country is so beautiful, the bed prepared by Zhang Jun is so big and comfortable, why waste time.

At this moment, he had no idea what he was going through.

At dawn the next day, Xiao Mu with a depressed expression gave the students morning training as planned.

Xiao Mu with such an unhappy face is really rare. People who are obsessed with him can't wait to take this picture and put it in the museum. The man who doesn't change his face is so unhappy.

They first ruled out not being able to love, because who could not love such an attractive man as Xiao Mu.

Sure enough, no matter what age Huaichun girl can't rely on the charm of Brother Bing.

Early training is part of the actual combat class. Everyone, no matter how high or low, must complete physical training regularly and quantitatively. A soldier must have the skills to control a battleship, and moreover, he must have the energy to complete the entire war.

However, except for Chu Yan.

Xiao Mu didn't know what was on his mind, so he released water to Chu Yan in front of everyone, and deliberately lowered his request "intimately" for him.

Looking at the displeasure and sarcasm on the faces of the people around him, Chu Yan knew that this was not a good thing.

He immediately took the initiative to apply for it, expressing that he would share weal and woe with everyone.

Xiao Mu turned his face, looked at him with a smile, and said coldly: "Are you sure?"

This made Chu Yan feel unconfident, but he still nodded timidly, saying cowardly that he was sure.

The lines of laughter at the corners of Xiao Mu's eyes deepened, but Chu Yan's heart was getting worse and worse, and it was almost impossible to ignore.

What greeted him next was simply a nightmare that he could not bear to look back on.

Xiao Mu didn't know why he went crazy, the amount of training arranged for him was tormenting him to death, as if he was venting his anger.

Although he didn't know what happened to him, Chu Yan, who was about to kneel on his knees, knew very well that he was a bad luck for eight lifetimes, and he happened to hit the muzzle of a gun.

Could it be that Xiao Mu was really dumped by someone...

At the end of the training, Chu Yan's whole body was as if his bones had been smashed and rebuilt, and whoever was willing to open his arms to give him a hug would shamelessly fall into it.

At least it's better than kneeling, lying on the stomach, or lying on the ground regardless of the image.

This hug was finally given by Ling Feng.

Chu Yan looked at him gratefully, with tears in his eyes, and gave him countless praises in his heart. This kind-hearted and good young man should become the protagonist and be loved by thousands. God's choice is really very correct.

Seeing that Chu Yan was limp and unable to move, the clothes on his body were stained with dust, and the scars on his face still had some pink traces, Ling Feng unconsciously pulled him even tighter into his arms.

***

As the whole day drew to a close, Xiao Mu still hadn't received a message from that person in his terminal.

People are really strange animals, they give up when they say they give up.

People are really strange animals. They agreed to be indifferent, but secretly cared in their hearts.

The more he looked at the chat record with no reply, the more irritable Xiao Mu became.

What's even more annoying is that the person's avatar says it's still in business!

what is this.

By coincidence, Xiao Mu named him by name and asked him to obediently come over and chat with him.

The boss smiled meaningfully after hearing his request, and showed off his good employees as a peddler: "There are too many people who want him. The online line is full and I want to see him offline. There are always countless people." People miss him, simply put..."

To add money.

Xiao Mu agreed with a gloomy face.

The voice call was quickly connected.

The familiar voice flowed through Marshal Xiao's heart, making his fingertips tense slightly.

But he soon discovered something was wrong.

Because the voice sounds, very, very tired.

How can I not be tired? Being tossed to death by a person surnamed Xiao during the day, and undergoing devil training without conscience, it can be described as utterly tragic and dehumanizing. It is really shocking that such beastly behavior will happen in broad daylight. It hurts to think!

And I don't know why his voice is so beautiful. After talking with him, many people expressed their desire to have a deeper relationship with him. Chu Yan didn't understand the meaning of their words, but he refused very decisively.

But his clientele continues unabated these days.

Since Chu Yan gave up the idea of ​​continuing to communicate with Xiao Mu, he also wanted to drop the pick and stop taking any orders.There is somewhat of a personal grievance in this, after all, this person really tormented him too hard.

But I don't know if his business ability is too strong, so he can make money for the boss or what, anyway, the boss will not let him go even if he dies, if he insists on letting him stay and work for a few more days, the money will be doubled.

double.

What a beautiful word.

Chu Yan shamefully compromised.

To be honest, he didn't dare to touch the money given to him by the royal family, and saved it all for Ling Feng's real estate in the future, so as to reduce the probability of being hated.

But he always feels insecure without any money on him.

The great prince who has only a name for nothing is jingling poorly, um...

But he never expected that Xiao Mu, who had been tormenting him with convulsions today, would have another convulsion at night, and he took the initiative to order him to serve him, and honestly take over the escort business.

This, this shameful money exchange.

Well, if you don’t accept it, it’s not worth it, don’t make trouble with money.

But he was too tired after all, he could only collapse on the bed weakly, his limbs were spasming and aching due to excessive exercise, and his abdomen seemed to be kicked a few times, it was difficult to curl up, and his voice was unconscious Looks tired and hoarse than ever.

Xiao Mu frowned when he heard such a voice, and asked him in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Yan coughed twice, and said with a bit of pain: "It's okay, it's just that there are too many orders."

But Xiao Mu didn't quite believe his words.

This person's throat is not a big problem, but this situation is more like physical exhaustion.

He suddenly remembered that the shop owner said that after he picked up the job with people online, countless people still miss him offline.

Inexplicably thinking of an unspeakable possibility in his heart, the gully between his brows deepened, and he asked in a dignified voice: "Tell the truth, what kind of work have you been doing lately?"

"?"

This... This question does not sound very simple. It feels like there is a huge hole waiting for him to jump, but unfortunately, Chu Yan didn't understand.

"No... nothing."

The voice on the other side sounded a little angry: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Chu Yan couldn't understand what the person surnamed Xiao was saying at all. He could only justify his actions from the perspective of rationality and scientificity: "I, what did I do? I didn't steal or rob, I The money I earn based on my ability is what you like. Although the work I do has no technical content, it can make my guests happy. I..."

Hearing his justification, Xiao Mu's originally cold voice became even colder: "Do you really want to humiliate yourself like this?"

Um?who?How did you do it?I can recognize these words, but why can't I read them together!

Just as Chu Yan was flustered in the wind, Xiao Mu held back his last words: "You, don't you like money very much?"

Chu Yan replied instinctively: "Ah? Still, okay?"

The other party quickly hung up, leaving Chuyan paralyzed on the bed in a daze.

He tried to lift his arm, but the soreness quickly forced him to put it down again, and continued to be paralyzed with his eyes blank.

The night was very deep and dark, and Chu Yan felt like a paralyzed lonely old man.

On the other hand, Xiao Mu was not feeling well either.

He pinched the terminal, uncontrollably thinking of many things in his mind.

"You love me", "I can make my guests happy".

The more he thought about it, the more gloomy and uncontrollable his face became.

***

The next day, the paralyzed old man Chu Yan finally recovered a little bit, but the residual soreness in his body was still very obvious, preventing him from making big movements—specifically, the railing downstairs that a dog could jump over. It was amazing, it tripped Chu Yan fiercely, causing him to fall to the ground in disgrace, making intimate contact with the ground.

Chu Yan's forehead and the tip of his nose were scratched a little, and he felt a dull pain, and his heart was filled with infinite sadness. If he didn't understand, he asked, did he come to redeem his sins in this life?

But he soon realizes that this isn't the end of the day's misery.

Because today's Xiao Mu looks even more unhappy than yesterday!

This was Chu Yan's negligence, and it was because he didn't fill his stomach with the chicken soup for the soul in his daily life. He decided to go back to his old job and continue to pour him.

All in all, I don't know who hurt Xiao Mu's heart every day. It's okay for him to be sad, but whenever he is sad, he catches Chu Yan and tortures him hard.

As soon as Chu Yan's training was over, he fell facelessly into Ling Feng's arms, which had almost become a fixed pattern—before Chu Yan started to walk unsteadily and wobbled, Ling Feng had already walked behind him and opened his arms wide open. warm embrace.

After all, the little angel didn't bark for nothing.

At the same time, the harassment from the stranger in his terminal never stopped.

When he eats, he can receive: [Baby, what did you eat today? ]

When he moves, he will receive: [Honey, the way you walk is also charming. ]

Every time he received such greasy news, he felt a wave of mental breakdown.

Why is there no anti-fraud app in this world?

Exhausted physically and mentally, he lay helplessly on the table in a daze, and then fell asleep in a daze. After these days of tossing, the bruises in Chu Yan's eyes were very obvious, and his hair seemed to be limp, just so limp Lie down on his face, that sleeping face looks very obedient and pitiful.

At this time, a figure stopped at the door.

He walked over gently, put his coat on Chu Yan's body gently, then slowly bent down, staring at the sleeping Chu Yan intently and obsessively.

He didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully, his brows were furrowed, and his fingertips were trembling, as if he was being entangled by something.

There was still a slight scratch on his forehead, and the wound fell on his jade-white skin, which looked very conspicuous.

Ling Feng unconsciously wanted to reach out to touch it.

But before he stretched out his hand, Chu Yan suddenly raised his head in surprise, his eyes were misty and wet, like a small animal that just woke up.

Unfortunately, did not come across.

Ling Feng's eyes dimmed unconsciously for a moment, but he quickly covered it up, and asked Chu Yan gently what's wrong, if he had a nightmare.

Chu Yan looked at him in a trance, as if he saw labels such as [high IQ], [reliable], [gentle and careful], and [savior] from Ling Feng.

He couldn't bear it anymore and didn't know what to do.

He was so sick that he went to the doctor and wanted to tell Ling Feng what happened to him being harassed these days.

But as soon as the words came to his lips, they became:

"I...I have a friend."

Ling Feng: "?"