Wild Journey

Chapter 71 Group Photo | Isn't This Himself

The plane pierced into the sky, and the outline of the city gradually faded away. Feng Yao sat down against the wall, and the chain on his left wrist slid down the armrest with a clatter.

The quarrel just now was too intense, and everyone knew about the whole plane. The survivors pointed at Feng Yao with their eyes. Fang Xiaowen couldn't stand it anymore, dispersed the crowd, and came to comfort Feng Yao.

Lu Beichuan also said: "Every time I go on a mission, Brother Qing will let me watch the equipment in the car... Don't be sad, they are also for your own good."

Feng Yao didn't argue, and said to Si Yuan, "Come here to get the bone."

"I can set bones for you, but you have to promise me that you won't go back." Si Yuan said, "Mu Han told me specifically."

Feng Yao: "Aren't you afraid that something will happen to them?"

It was a lie to say that he was not afraid, Si Yuan squatted down, held Feng Yao's arm, and touched his dislocated joints: "I am afraid, but it is useless for you to go back now. Mu Han is quite confident, nothing will happen Bar."

Feng Yao said unkindly: "Is there anything that can handcuff me here?"

Si Yuan: "Maybe Gu Xiao is afraid that he won't be able to take care of you in time?"

Feng Yao: "I don't need him to take care of me, and I'm not afraid of being touched—"

Si Yuan covered his mouth before he finished speaking the word 'dye'.Feng Yao was aware of his mouth, so he could only swallow what he hadn't finished speaking.

After taking the bone, Si Yuan helped Feng Yao apply some ointment.

Feng Yao pried off the handcuffs, rubbed his sore wrist, and found a place to sit down.

Angry as he was, he was still able to distinguish between priorities, so he turned on G, and reluctantly began to plan escape routes for Mu Han and the others.

The equipment base vehicle is equipped with a sensor, and Feng Yao wanted to directly locate the team through the position of the sensor, but what he couldn't figure out was that the red dot representing the equipment base vehicle was stationary on the map displayed in fusion.

After a while, the red dot remained motionless. Feng Yao had an ominous premonition. He picked up the communicator and called Mu Han.

The communicator was very noisy, the tyrannical gunshots were so intense that they continued, mixed with vibrating buzzing, it was deafening, and with the sound of closing the top window, Feng Yao barely heard Mu Han's voice: "Feng Yao? "

Feng Yao hummed angrily: "You guys haven't left yet?"

Mu Han didn't answer in a hurry: "You should first find out where there is a bridge near here."

Feng Yao: "Why are you looking for a bridge?"

Mu Han: "Blow up the bridge and shake off the zombies."

The only recent bridge is the cross-river bridge. Feng Yao checked the information and said thoughtfully, "It takes a lot of explosives to blow up this kind of bridge...have you brought enough?"

Mu Han: "I don't know if it's enough, let's go and have a look first."

Feng Yao: "I still have a few miniature explosives in the car. It's definitely no problem to use that one. It's in the small box in the back seat of the car. Look for it."

Mu Han groaned in embarrassment.

Feng Yao: "?"

"Well, high-tech equipment is indeed very important, but..." Mu Han said slowly, "This situation is quite special now, where human life is at stake, and weapons are obviously more important, and you know, the more cars there are, the harder it is to travel ..."

It's not hard for Feng Yao to guess why Mu Han is so secretive. The corner of his mouth twitched and he asked, "You lost my car again?"

Mu Han was a little embarrassed: "...um."

Feng Yao: "..."

There was an eerie silence in the communicator, like the calm that was about to come.

Mu Han remembered Feng Yao's reaction when he lost his car last time, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling, he quickly said: "Well, Feng Yao, listen to me—"

"I modified the car for more than a month, and you threw it away again?!" Feng Yao's volume suddenly raised to startle Lu Beichuan in the back seat, "Do you know what's on that car? Do you know how big those things are? Is it important?!"

Mu Han knew he was wrong, and said cowardly, "Hey, I don't want to, but things don't matter to people's lives, right? Little brother, you—"

Crack, Feng Yao hung up the communicator.

Mu Han: "..."

Feng Yao threw the communicator to the side, and was so angry that he had a headache and pinched his brows.

He was already in a bad mood, and this incident was more like a trigger, igniting all the anger he had accumulated, and he didn't want to vent too much to Mu Han, so he had to cut off contact, and calm down by himself.

The communicator rang, and Feng Yao waved it off.

The other side refused to give up and kept calling. Feng Yao simply handed the contactor to Lu Beichuan: "Send them the location of the cross-river bridge."

Lu Beichuan took the communicator and signaled Feng Yao to calm down.

Feng Yao nodded and stopped asking.

The plane was very crowded, but luckily it wasn't noisy. In the tranquility, Feng Yao looked out of the window in a trance. His eyes were full of the blue sky, staring at the unchanging scenery. What kept playing in his mind was the scene before boarding the plane. kiss.

It was a kiss with complicated meanings, it seemed to have a thousand words, but in the end it was too much to say.The rusty smell of blood lingered between his lips and teeth for a long time, Feng Yao pursed his lower lip thoughtfully, and his eyes fell on the saber at hand.

He could understand Gu Xiao's original intention of not wanting him to take risks, but he couldn't understand why Gu Xiao gave him the knife before parting.Is this a relic of confession, so that he can think about others in the future?

But, this saber...wasn't it a gift from Gu Xiao's predecessor?

Feng Yao never imagined that until now, the things that Gu Xiao cherished so much that they could be regarded as relics came from his predecessor.

In the past year, Gu Xiao has provoked him non-stop. He has heard his love stories, they have hugged, kissed, entangled, and there are countless memories. .

All the outrageous anger has an explanation at this moment.

The inexplicable tightness in his chest made Feng Yao very uncomfortable. He nestled into the seat and curled up slightly, which seemed to be self-protective.He rubbed his eyes awkwardly, and glanced at the saber again, the more it looked more and more unpleasant, he simply threw it away in anger, but when he let go, he suddenly touched something abrupt.

It is not surprising that there are edges and corners on the blade, but the touch does not come from the blade, but from the end of the handle.Such a design is obviously unreasonable, Feng Yao felt strange, hesitated for a while, and picked up the knife again.

Gu Xiao's saber is outstanding. In terms of quality, it is strong enough to bear the weight of two adults when it falls at extreme speed; Violent aesthetics; from the finger groove to the tail hole, the design of the handle is just right, and the metal used for the blade is very rare. From the fineness of the grinding, it can be seen that the maker is skilled and skilled; the front is probably coated with a special substance, So much so that even after many years of bloody fighting, this saber still exudes the same cold and arrogant aura as before.

Looking around, Feng Yao was surprised to find that this saber was very familiar.

The so-called familiarity does not mean that he has seen this knife before, but that he is very familiar with it from the selection of materials, to the design of the structure, and even the style that can be vaguely found in the finished product and comes from the maker——

It was as if this saber was made by him.

The lines between the eyebrows became deeper and deeper, Feng Yaozai carefully inspected the saber, and sure enough, he found a button at the bottom of the handle.

The size of this button is less than a millimeter, and its location is remote, so it is not easy to detect. Feng Yao pressed it lightly twice, but there was no response. Crumpled paper.

Said that the paper was wrong, Feng Yao spread it out and found that it was actually a photo.The photo is very old, so old that it turns yellow, the folds are a little faded, showing damaged and mottled white marks, there are two teenagers in the photo, one is Gu Xiao, the other is very familiar, Feng Yao took a closer look, and almost memorized get mad-

Isn't this himself?

Feng Yao in the photo is about sixteen or seventeen years old, with bright eyes and bright teeth, red lips and white skin, and a childish look between his brows. Gu Xiao is not much different from now, only a little more youthful. Feng Yao stared at him. Looking at the scar on his brow bone, the blood all over his body seemed to freeze in an instant, and then began to flow back uncontrollably.

Gu Xiao's familiarity and intimacy, Feng Yao's special feeling, and the truth that was buried by Yishen and Gu Xiao together, collapsed in front of this old photo.

Like the ebb tide of the deep sea, revealing the rocky island under the stormy waves, the truth can be seen at a glance. The past is a beam of bright light, which penetrates the lingering doubts and mists of the past, and all the sticking points are solved. And his obsession, His long-cherished wish spanned thousands of days and nights of longing, mixed with treachery but unstoppable wavering, at this moment, it was completely overturned with the force of heaven and earth.

Feng Yao was stunned, his thoughts stagnated, and he was almost speechless.

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He's jealous, he's jealous, he's jealous!It seems that 1617 is actually 18, so I prefer to write about teenagers hahh