“Yancheng is below. The Mojia headquarters is right here. Let’s gather some information first.” Mei eyes glanced at the city below the ground, and the Jinpao woman smiled, even though she took the lead to land outside Yancheng. Afterwards, the old man also followed without any haste.
Three days later, Shimocheng. Motie Mercenary Corps headquarters.
The secluded house, with a touch of sandalwood lingering in it, made people slightly relaxed and intoxicated. On the bed in the corner of the room, the young man’s eyes lay tightly closed on it, and there was only a weak breath for a long time. Some people couldn’t help but worry that the tone would suddenly fail to catch up, leading to the most tragic result.
Teenager lying on the bed. In the confused room, there was a faint feeling that people were walking back and forth. After a long time, with a few low sighs, it slowly disappeared.
I don’t know how many times the door closes. The teenager on the bed was like a dead man, his fingers suddenly shivered slightly, and after a long while, he breathed weakly. Finally, it was stronger, and after a while, the eyelashes quivered slightly, the eyelids struggled, and opened slightly.
The faint soft light penetrated through the eyes, Xiao Yan squeezed his palms tightly, and moved his eyes hard, after looking at this slightly familiar room completely. Only then was he relieved heavily, lying on the soft bed with his whole body weak, without any effort to move.