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 When a person is fighting, it is often necessary to separate the emotional part. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com The battlefield is changing rapidly, and the opportunity is fleeting. If you spend too much time dealing with emotional problems and get into a panic at an inappropriate moment, God will not be able to save it.
 Shu Jun was sober at the moment.
 I tried several sleeping cabins, and the feedback of the system did not seem to be fake. Backward, if Zhu Yanchen just wanted to make a big joke to himself, then this prank would be too complicated. From the "hijacking" of Zhu Yanchen to the corpse beast at the corpse disposal site, there are too many variables in each link.
 Combining his own situation, Shu Jun must admit that "the world of "Erosion" is the real world" logically makes the most sense.
 He couldn't help but ignore his own life.
 The life of the past two decades has been meager. Shu Jun is an orphan and has no impression of his parents. He has been taken care of by the staff of relevant departments since he was a child. In a highly technologically advanced environment, he does not need to live with (chengcheng) people, nor will he be bored personally. Three meals a day are delivered to the door, and home conditions are checked regularly. Except for going to school, he spends most of his time playing games at home-board games, puzzle games, and action games. As long as he does well enough, Shu Jun will not refuse.
 He has lived alone since he was 8 years old.
 Playing normally, making friends normally, there is not much difference between yesterday and today, and it is easy to guess what will happen tomorrow. He grew up normally like this, and because of his outstanding ability, he became a professional player smoothly-for his own world, this life trajectory is too standard.
 To say that there is something rare in his past, he has been "blessed" in the simulation battle organized by the school.
 "Erosion" is a high-status national entertainment, and schools will also offer related elective courses. Before Shu Jun was 11 years old, his performance in the combat course was not good-it was not because of his poor personal combat training, or lack of ideas in command. On the contrary, he has too many ghost ideas. With a beast-like instinct, the new ideas are enough, and the whole tactical formulation is quite messy.
 His grades are on the verge of being dismissed.
 At that time Shu Jun only found it boring. For an 11-year-old child, training close to actual combat is too boring, and he is an especially playful type. It's not that Shu Jun had never considered giving up, and his ambitions didn't allow him to be kicked out of the course in this way, so he had no choice but to continue mixing.
 The miracle appeared in the final simulation test.
 Obviously it was the same test as usual, somehow, he felt like an epiphany. Shu Jun's command and layout were bold as usual, but nothing went wrong. After too much time, Shu Jun couldn't remember the details of that match, only the feeling that his heartbeat was so rapid that it burst, and the courage and confidence continued to flow.
 And a vague but firm impression-as long as he is willing to work hard, he will not fail.
 Shu Jun firmly engraved those feelings and impressions into his mind, and his performance ratings have skyrocketed since then. The instructor smiled and said that he had regained consciousness at the last minute, but Shu Jun himself knew very well that that feeling was not a result of accumulation of experience and sudden comprehension. Someone called him, and his light figure was hidden in that wave of strong emotions, but he couldn't remember it.
 If you want to make an analogy, he is more like being blessed by some existence.
 After that, although the Blackbirds under his leadership occasionally lag behind other teams in points, they are bound to win in the end. He himself has repeatedly won, and eventually became the single-ranked "Undead Legend".
 Thinking about it now, he doesn't know how many times he has passed (死si) death. His life is no different from a long pre-match training. If he was actually dropped out of class, what would he end up in the real world? Is that inexplicable blessing the result of (gan gan) intervention and adjustment by the outside world?
 But something is certain, it has been refined by countless battles, and it is still in effect.
 It allowed him to stand here calmly, standing among his companions in the dormant cabin, without being crushed by the truth. He is a fighter machine made in this world, so he will win in the end like before.
 He will always win.
 For this, Zhu Yanchen is necessary. No matter what purpose Marshal Zhu came into contact with him, he would not let go of this extremely valuable intelligence object-personal escape, if he wanted to save his companions, cooperation with Zhu Yanchen was his only way out.
 As for the dim affection for smoke and dust, Shu Jun decided to press it into his heart and let it fend for itself. His world was completely overturned, and the "smoke" in front of him was a brand new person, a cooperator who needed to be cautious.
 "Happy cooperation." Shu Jun said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, I know what you were worried about just now. I will not collapse and lose control here, nor will I rob people on the spot-just to tell me the truth, you have tossed it up. In half a day, I also lost half my life. There are 300 core members of Blackbird, even if they open the door and let me take them away, follow-up resources and follow-up processing are both problems."
 Zhu Yanchen exhaled his foul breath, and the person was not so tight: "Indeed."
 "If I just wanted to rob someone, what would you do?" Shu Jun asked half-jokingly.
 "Blam up your arms with a purification gun." Zhu Yanchen didn't sound like a joke, and he didn't mean to unlock the handcuffs.
 "..." This sounded a bit like a threat.
 "When we are not leaving now, we need to..."
 "Need to add supplies, because your secret hut can't go back." Shu Jun took the conversation. "At the beginning you brought a box, which was filled with strange things. People have to dress and eat...Speaking of which, can I just eat enough?"
 Swamp is not something that can be honest with an afternoon tea.
 "Ordinary food can make you feel better. To fill your stomach, you can try the mutant beasts outside." Zhu Yanchen pulled Shu Jun with handcuffs, and the two began to walk towards the door. "In your case, I have seen you for the first time. I can only guess at the moment."
 The handcuffs were not opened, but the man's mood seemed to be better.
 When they returned to the top of the building, they carried a large backpack, which was swollen with supplies. The corpse handler stayed on the spot honestly, Shu Jun picked her up, and she hummed with the added weight.
 The wind power is very convenient, but usually the Blackbird team will not let the captain work as a transport aircraft.
 The stronghold that the woman pointed to was extremely far away, and Shu Jun was tossed all day long, and when he landed, he brought a bit of a dead stubble.
 The stronghold is extremely dilapidated, and the surrounding purifiers are not operating, and they have been eroded away by corrosion. The building is not lit, and the dark cracks lie on the wall, the whole look ghostly. Compared to the stronghold, this is more like the map they used to fight before. Shu Jun was still nervous, and Zhu Yanchen had already taken a step.
 "You want to come by yourself. The purifier here is broken, and we are not responsible for something wrong." The woman mumbled and led them into the building.
 After that, she turned her head again: "It's too late tonight, everyone is (sleeping in Shui), I can't talk to you alone. I brought the place, and there is a vacant room on the right hand side. You make up late, and you will say something tomorrow."
 As if afraid that they would refuse, she ran away after saying that.
 "Remove the handcuffs." Shu Jun shook his wrist, and the occupational disease broke out instantly. "I'll follow up and explore."
 Zhu Yanchen stood still, like a stone man, but not expressionless—he raised his eyebrows at Shujun.
 "...No, Ayan, do you really think I'm going crazy now?"
 "Before I let you move freely, you directly restrained me and asked someone for the coordinates. If it weren't for your psychological quality, we have now spelled out a life and death." Zhu Yanchen hissed.
 Shu Jun hit haha: "I am so active in confirming the situation, doesn't it mean that my psychological quality is good."
 Zhu Yanchen was unmoved: "I will not let you go for the next three days."
 "..." Shu Jun swallowed, "It's useless, it's only three days, I can act for three days."
 Zhu Yanchen pursed his mouth and hummed in his throat, which sounded like a polite chuckle. He might as well laugh, Shu Jun thought, this would be even more mocking.
 But to be honest, he really doesn't know how to act.
 "All right, although I think it's better to go down." Shu Jun closed his eyes.
 "I will get up with you."
 Shu Jun looked at Zhu Yanchen up and down. The latter opened the bag and picked two gun-like weapons that looked bad at them: "Get up."
 Of course, the person who handled the fake corpse did not directly (sleep in Shui). In this silent building, the movement of people is particularly easy to find. The two stepped lightly and moved quickly in the direction of faint human voice. Zhu Yanchen's sneaking skills are unexpectedly good, and the level of the road slipping door lock picking level makes professional thieves feel inferior-which marshal is this man?
 The thumping sound of the handcuffs is considered the loudest sound made by the two of them.
 The erosion here is quite severe, and electronic equipment is rarely seen. Without the trouble of the monitor, the two were quite fast-when they caught up with the woman again, the conversation between her and the person in the room seemed to have just begun, and she was still taking off her mask.
 Shu Jun looked inward through the crack in the door.
 The woman put the removed mask on the table. Her face was almost gone by the cyst, and her facial features were pushed to the edge of her face, like an over-inflated balloon pattern. Shu Jun recognized this, and NPCs had similar situations before. This is one of the lesions caused by long-term exposure to the eroded marsh. Without contact with the eroded material, it can still be pressured by taking medicine. But living in such a place is a dead end.
 He subconsciously glanced at Zhu Yanchen beside him, Zhu Yanchen put his hand on his shoulder, and looked more serious than him.
 "I met the corpse beast today, and it was discovered." The woman said anxiously, "Old Wei, you listen to me, they have guns, and they insist that I bring them over."
 "A member of the army?" Her conversation partner could not be seen from this angle, only the old voice could be heard.
 "It shouldn't be. That man wears a mask. It sounds like he is from the city. He also wears a... I don't know what to say, he brought a monster. Now the monster is still following him. I let them rest first. , Old Wei, what about our village—"
 "It's okay if it's not from the army. Let them rest and entertain them tomorrow. Anyway, we have nothing to grab."
 "But that--" The woman just opened her mouth and swallowed her voice back, probably because she was silently warned by the other party. "Either we find someone to do it, the old Wang family still has a gun."
 "People can find you and dare to come with you. What can you do with a gun? I don’t know how many people can be buried with me. Xiaoxi, go to (Shui Shui) first, I know you’re worried about your anxiety , But this matter can't come in a hurry."
 The woman opened her mouth, her face was too deformed, and this action seemed particularly horrible.
 "Okay, I understand." A few seconds later, she answered dejectedly.
 Seeing her hand turned to the mask, the two eavesdropping outside the door immediately retreated. After the woman went out, the two ran away without a trace.
 "It seems that there is nothing wrong for the time being. For safety's sake, let's take turns to watch the night."
 "You (Shui Shui)." Zhu Yanchen said concisely.
 "Can you hold it?"
 "Get used to it." Zhu Yanchen nodded, "You consume a little bit today, it is better to rest early. If you want to be hungry like before, we will all have trouble."
 After speaking, the man sat down by the bed, opened his backpack, and took two pieces of information.
 It seems that even if he (sleeps in Shui), Zhu Yanchen does not intend to untie the handcuffs. Shu Jun was discouraged and had to lie down on the bed. Obviously tired, he can't sleep (sleeping Shui) anymore.
 The bed was quite hard, the edges of the bed showed signs of erosion, and the sheets were dusty. The air here makes him feel refreshed, and the concentration of corrosion is not low. Shu Jun turned sideways and looked at Zhu Yanchen who was still wearing a mask. The other party was sitting upright, looking at the information carefully, the glove was brushing across the paper, and the rustling sound was quite sweet.
 In other words, Zhu Yanchen didn't change the torn protective clothing, but only added a coat outside.
 Marshal Zhu is not a girl, even if he is handcuffed to himself, he won't be too thin to change his protective clothing. God knows how many secrets this man hides, Shu Jun rolled over and closed his eyes.
 His breath quickly became light and long.
 Make sure that the person behind him (sleeping Shui) is still there, Zhu Yanchen gently put down the information in his hand and stood up carefully. He frowned and swallowed the potion, keeping the two in handcuffs, and began to unbutton his protective suit.
 In order to deal with various situations, the design of protective clothing is relatively complicated, and there are many ways to disassemble it. It is easy to bypass one hand.
 He silently (takes off the tuo) off his torn jacket, pulled a new one from the freshly raided supplies, and quickly put it on. If Shu Jun still keeps his eyes open, maybe he can see Zhu Yanchen's back.
 The skin on Zhu Yanchen's back is also pale, but covered with fine and dense scars. It was not a battle trace, it was closer to a surgical scar, and a few new injuries were still glowing with a faint gray (color). He put on clothes extremely fast, and his whole person quickly got upright again, and he was clean enough to enter the conference room.
 Then he sat back on the bed, twisted his body, and stretched out his uncuffed hand. There was no hug, no skin touch, the gloved hand twisted a few strands of gray hair and brushed them to a more regular position.
 "Good night," he said, turning his attention back to the information in his hand.
 When Shu Jun woke up again, the sky was already bright. This place is not a heavily polluted area, there is still a little difference between day and night. Zhu Yanchen sat on the head of the bed like a statue. If the materials in his hand hadn't turned into a book, Shu Jun would have thought he hadn't touched it late.
 "Morning." Shu Jun muttered.
 "Morning." Zhu Yanchen turned around and took the blood needle and pierced it directly.
 Shu Jun: "..."
 "how do you feel?"
 "Okay."
 Shu Jun glanced at his arm that had just been poked. The slightly dull skin (color) and the mutated nails have not recovered, and the bandaged wounds are still there. But he just felt comfortable, as if covering the night in a three-layer quilt, finally poking out his head. The fatigue that had gone with him before was also missing, and his physical condition was good enough to be on the battlefield.
 "...Just a little hungry." He added solemnly.
 Zhu Yanchen took out a piece of compressed (dry gan) food from his backpack: "Very good, I just look at the hunger status data. You use this top first, and we will go hunting when we have time."
 "Since we are already holding hands (guanguan), let's go (show). Why are you here? Where is this place?"
 His hand was handcuffed, his nails turned into claw hooks, and Shu Jun tore the package to a squeeze. Zhu Yanchen took the (gan gan) grain back, tore a hole, and threw it to Shu Jun.
 "I planned to come here from the beginning. However, Kai Da met someone here, so I didn't have to find a way."
 "Start?"
 "Well, you are the unplanned variable."
 "..."
 "This is the'Waste Village'." Zhu Yanchen continued to reply, putting the books in his bag.
 "A place where you are'suspected like the same'."
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 After thinking about it, I decided to open a novel about my favorite magical world.
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