AWB Chapter 519: Old Dreams vs. Gestures
Chapter 519: Old Dreams vs. Gestures
Lin Ci'an, who was sleeping in reality, suddenly clenched his fists, digging his nails deeply into his palms.
"It's not painful enough." Chu Ziyu suddenly called up the system mall, "Purchase the 'Empathy Amplifier'."
“But your points…”
“On credit.”
The night wind was howling, and Chu Ziyu's shoulders were shaking slightly, but his expression remained calm, as if all the pain had been sealed into his bones and blood, and not a single bit would leak out.
With the sound of "ding" deduction, the dream suddenly twisted -
"Chu Ziyu" at the mass grave suddenly choked on a mouthful of blood, and the warm liquid splashed onto the cold face of the corpse.
He tried to wipe it with his sleeve in panic, but it became dirtier and dirtier. Finally, he collapsed on Lin Ci'an's chest as if exhausted.
"Wake up..." The choking voice in the illusion pierced Lin Ci's heart accurately, "You haven't listened to my explanation yet..."
(…Why aren’t you crying?)
(…Why do you have to endure it even at this moment?)
Lin Ci'an wanted to roar and question, but his dream was quietly shattered.
Lin Ci'an suddenly woke up and found that he had fallen asleep at the table. Lin Ci'an's breathing was heavy, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the scene in his dream was still clearly imprinted in his mind.
(…Which one is the real you?)
(…How many things have you…hidden from me?)
Outside the window, snow falls silently.
At dawn the next day, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard on the training ground.
Pei Zheng practiced shooting with his upper body bare, beads of sweat rolling down the lines of his muscles, glowing a honey-colored luster in the morning light.
Xie Xiaofeng stood aside with his arms folded, and corrected his posture with a cold face: "Press your wrist down three inches, the force is not right."
Pei Zheng turned around with a smile: "Thank you for your personal instruction, Coach? Why don't you try it out?"
Xie Xiaofeng snorted coldly, but still picked up his sword and went on the field - he remembered clearly how Pei Zheng's ears turned red in Mr. Chu's room yesterday.
After ten moves, Pei Zheng's gun was knocked away, and he was pinned to the ground by Xie Xiaofeng with his wrists held upside down.
"Are you convinced?" Xie Xiaofeng asked condescendingly.
The two of them were almost touching. Pei Zheng could smell the faint herbal scent on Xie Xiaofeng's body - that was the smell of the wound medicine he always carried with him.
Xie Xiaofeng suddenly turned to look at him: "What are you daydreaming about?"
Those always cold eyes were close at hand, with tiny drops of water on their eyelashes.
Pei Zheng's heart skipped a beat, as if someone had grabbed it hard.
(…Oh no.)
Pei Zheng blinked, and suddenly turned over, pinning Xie Xiaofeng down, and said proudly: "All is fair in war!"
Xie Xiaofeng's ears turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "...Let go."
Pei Zheng not only did not let go, he leaned close to his ear and lowered his voice: "Coach Xie, your heartbeat is so fast."
——The recruits who were peeking from a distance collectively covered their eyes: "It's too shameless to watch! General Pei is being a hooligan again!"
Xie Xiaofeng pushed him away fiercely and said coldly: "Practice fifty more sets of spear techniques."
Pei Zheng wailed: "Why?!"
"To contradict the coach is an even greater crime."
In fact, Pei Zheng did it on purpose. He had already become a young general, so how could he make such a mistake?
After practicing spearmanship, the whip wound on Pei Zheng's back opened again, and blood seeped through his clothes. Xie Xiaofeng carried him back to his tent with a cold face and pressed him on the couch: "Take it off."
Pei Zheng played dumb: "Ah? Coach Xie, are you going to..."
Xie Xiaofeng directly ripped open his collar, revealing the hideous whip marks on his back - some were old wounds, and some were new wounds from practicing spear this morning. He frowned fiercely: "If you move again, don't even think about touching my sword."
Pei Zheng immediately lay down obediently.
Xie Xiaofeng dipped his fingertips in ointment and gently applied it to the wound, using very little force. But Pei Zheng still made a "hiss" sound and deliberately said, "It hurts, Coach Xie, can you blow on it?"