sinovels Chapter 88 The Last Mission
Chapter 88 The Last Mission
Jiang Zuo, who had planted the seed of a crispy duck in the heart of the still young Fu Shiyu but didn't notice it, straightened up a little bit, confused: Huh? ?Where is the show? ? ?
362 showed a meaningful smile: ...you will understand in the future.
Hearing what Qing Jiangzuo said, Fu Shiyu's face turned even redder, he tilted his head, and shouted in a low voice, somewhat angrily: "...you...get off...!"
Jiang Zuo, who was disliked again, has officially entered the mode of holding vengeance: ... ￥%@#%@ (expletive jpg)
The grievous Jiang Zuo slowly rolled over from Fu Shiyu's body, and after a lot of effort, Fu Shiyu, who was lying on the ground, was also lifted up, letting him lean against the wall with one shoulder.
Jiang Zuo squatted on one side with his mouth squatting, he lowered his head, and untied the hemp rope tightly wrapped around Fu Shiyu's wrist, Jiang Zuo, who was dissatisfied, whispered: "...how can you run away when you are sick?" ? Don't hold me back then..."
Fu Shiyu's complexion was not very good: "..."
Jiang Zuo: ... What is your expression?Unhappy to untie yourself.
362 issued a warning voice: ... Please the host always remember your mission.
Jiang Zuo, who turned a deaf ear to 362's warning, lowered his head arrogantly. Seeing that the boy's wrist was scratched by the rough rope with several red marks, and the skin was torn, Jiang Zuo couldn't help but relax his movements. Frowning, he said angrily: "...Damn it, why is the rope so hard to untie, how did those dogs outside tie the knot... Later, I will let them feel the beating of society..."
After finally untying the hemp rope and throwing it aside, Jiang Zuo fell to the ground. Seeing Fu Shiyu leaning against the wall weakly, his head was drooping, and the broken hair fell on the side of his cheek, revealing half of his ear. His heart itched a little, he paused, straightened up, approached Fu Shiyu's ear and whispered, "Are you cold?"
Before 362 felt that his host had matured and cared about others, Jiang Zuo gloated and said, "Hee hee, I'm not cold."
362: "..." I was naive.
After waiting for a long time to see that Fu Shiyu didn't answer him at all, Jiang Zuo, who felt a little bored, was puzzled: ...Why doesn't this child talk, maybe his brain has been burnt out...
Worried that Fu Shiyu would burn out his brain and cause his mission to fail, Jiang Zuo, who was very conscious of the overall situation, mercifully took off the only black shirt he was wearing and covered it with Fu Shiyu.
Fu Shiyu opened his eyelids in surprise, and looked in the direction of Jiang Zuo. The broken hair on his forehead cast a deep black shadow on his pupils under the light, and saw Jiang Zuo's light slipping away. In the upper body, his gaze suddenly became a little gloomy.
The most anticipated scene finally appeared, and 362's tone couldn't help becoming excited: Is this the legendary wild kun tied with dew point py, exciting! ! !
Jiang Zuo: ...Drink more hot water and less erotic dreams.
Fu Shiyu stared at the numb Jiang Zuo with his hips akimbo: "...What are you looking at, have you never seen a Luo man? I am such a handsome and domineering man who is unrestrained and loves to run around..."
Fu Shiyu stared at Jiang Zuo's face, frowning his brows as if he was a little puzzled. After a while, he lowered his eyes and murmured weakly: "...Your words..."
"I seem to... have heard of it somewhere..."
Although I don't know why, Jiang Zuo, who suddenly felt a little guilty, wrapped the black turban that had just been torn off his head around his chest, and then silently tied a beautiful and delicate bowknot on his chest. The emboldened Jiang Zuo puffed out his small chest, and replied to Fu Shiyu confidently, "...then you may be hallucinating due to illness..."
362 whistled: Oh, it's a little sexy.
Jiang Zuo: The grass-mud horse speaks well to Lao Tzu.
Fu Shiyu pursed his lips and looked away. He stared elsewhere, as if he was deep in thought.
The night was getting darker, and Jiang Zuo, who was naked from the upper body in the empty warehouse, had goosebumps on his arms. He rubbed his arms to try to generate heat by rubbing them. Zuo changed to doing the No.19 set of radio gymnastics on the spot to warm up.
362 can't stand it anymore: ... If it doesn't work, go to the target to keep warm.
For Jiang Zuo, who was still brooding over the old Fu's dislike of him just now, he had a lot of backbone: I, Jiang Zuo, would freeze to death!die here! !And I will definitely not throw my arms around this damn dog man! ! !
Five minutes later, Jiang Zuo, who was so cold and numb, desperately sucked the snot that was about to flow out, and twisted his body frantically: seaweed, seaweed, I am a seaweed, floating with the waves...
362: ...
Tired of twisting, Jiang Zuo's heart was full of bitterness. He panted heavily, squatted down pitifully, hugged his knees helplessly, and saw Fu Shiyu closed his eyes and leaned against the wall as if sleeping. Frozen, Jiang Zuo held his breath, secretly moved his thin body, and moved closer to Fu Shiyu without a sound.
Seeing that he didn't open his eyes, Jiang Zuo, who was next to Fu Shiyu, first carefully put one arm close to him, and as a heat source came from the place where the arm was tightly attached, Jiang Zuo immediately decided to put the small book The grudge he just remembered was wiped out, and he was trembling, stretched out his arms and hugged Fu Shiyu in his arms.
Jiang Zuo raised his head comfortably and exhaled: ah~comfortable~~~ face is not important anymore.
362 was startled: ... Do you still want to lose face? ? ?
As his body gradually warmed up, Jiang Zuo tried to save face: "...Since I am an NPC without emotion...so this is just a hug without emotion..."
362: The pigsty is empty, and you are in the world.
Worried that the kidnappers from outside would come in suddenly, Jiang Zuo didn't dare to fall asleep. He stared blankly at the cardboard boxes piled up in the warehouse for a while, and then stared at the dazzling incandescent lights on the ceiling. The small eyes finally fell on Fu Shiyu's sleeping face.
The boy in his arms closed his eyes, with a light crow-blue circle around his eyes, and his embarrassed appearance reminded Jiang Zuo of the last man in the last world who came to save him, but now the roles of the two have been reversed.
I don't know what happened to the old Fu after that, Jiang Zuo was thinking in a daze, he glanced down at Fu Shiyu's hand hanging by his side, Jiang Zuo tentatively stretched out his hand, and covered his warm little palm on the boy's belt. On the back of the hot hand.
Recalling what Fu Shiyu said just now, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, Jiang Zuo tapped 362:...No...I seem to have only said such things as love Luo Ben in the first world... What about the dog system? Let me make it clear, what's the situation? ?
362 is not very sure: it may be a problem with the code of the last world that caused the instability of the current worlds, some small bugs... don't panic, small scenes.
Jiang Zuo, who has been tricked many times, shed tears of distrust: ...don't lie to Dad this time... Dad is old...I can't stand being cheated...
I don't know how long it took, the sky finally began to light up, and seeing the light coming in through the layer of newspaper pasted on the window, Jiang Zuo relaxed his hands and feet and let go of the arms that hugged Fu Shiyu tightly, and pressed his forehead to the window. Tried the temperature again on his forehead.
Seemingly better than yesterday, Jiang Zuo stood up, picked up the black dress that was on Fu Shiyu's body and put it on, then rummaged through the messy boxes in the warehouse lightly, trying to Find weapons that can be used for self-defense or offense later.
"emmmmm...then what... just make do with it..." Jiang Zuo, who searched for a long time and only found boxes and boxes of pans, held the pans in his hand and weighed them carefully.
The weight is okay, if you hit someone with a little more strength, maybe... your hands will be sore.
Jiang Zuo raised his head and tried hard to swallow the bitter tears that almost gushed out. He weighed the pan in his hand, and repeatedly confirmed with 362: You said this is the last task?
362 yawned: Yes.
Jiang Zuo pondered for a while: If I rescued the old Fu but died himself, would the mission still be considered a success? ... Can you return to reality?
Jiang Zuo held two frying pans with both hands, and decided to sacrifice himself later. Anyway, he had already died so many times, and one more time is nothing, as long as he can complete the task in the end, the only thing that needs to be ensured is that he is here. If you fail in the last task, you can still return to real life.
362 replied cautiously: Yes, it is possible, but the host must confirm that the target is really safe. If it is captured later, it will still be regarded as a mission failure.
Jiang Zuo was discouraged: It's such a trouble...
He could hold these people back and let Old Fu run away, but he was very weak now, and he had no way to ensure how far he could run, let alone ensure that he would not be caught back.
But the longer it is delayed, the less safe it is. It is hard to say whether people outside will decide to tear up the ticket under the exhaustion of patience.
Jiang Zuo clenched the handle of the pan in his hand: If I use my best, maybe...
362 received Jiang Zuo's words: ...is there a chance?
Jiang Zuo: ...Maybe you can smash the pot to pieces...
362: "..." The host, please correct your attitude a little bit.
No matter what, find out the situation first, Jiang Zuo put the two pans aside, helped the weak Fu Shiyu up, let him continue to lean against the wall in the posture of last night, and put his hands behind his back, The rope was lightly looped, creating an appearance that it had not been untied, and then he hid himself behind the stacked cardboard boxes, waiting for the food delivery person to come in.
Jiang Zuo and the others' legs were numb, and after an unknown amount of time, the heavy iron door finally creaked.
Jiang Zuo tensed his small body and couldn't help holding his breath.
I only heard the creaking sound, paused for a while, and then continued to sound continuously. The white light beam projected in from the gap in the door that was gradually opened, getting brighter and brighter, and gradually blurred into a white piece. A figure came from the white light.
Jiang Zuo rubbed his pierced and swollen eyes, narrowed his eyes, and clenched the frying pan in his hand.
From the dazzling white light, several burly, muscular men slowly walked out.
Jiang Zuo, who was probing his head, was about to take a big step, and carefully retracted his foot.
Hiding behind the cardboard box, Jiang Zuo bit his fist and let out a desperate sob: ...Damn it, do you need so many people to deliver a meal? ? ?
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