Oops!

Wang Yao felt nervous and talked too much with the female lunatic that he neglected the changes in the surrounding environment.

Could it be that some commander happened to be resting in this square and saw him talking to himself alone in the corner with his cell phone? If he was asked about it, it would be difficult to fool him.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Wang Yao's mind, but when he raised his head cautiously and looked at the person in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared me." Wang Yao smiled, hung up the phone without a trace, and put away his phone.

I saw the man in front of me was handsome, seven feet tall, strong and upright, holding a golden spear. He was no one else, but Zhao Yun.

"You are late." Zhao Yun did not care about Wang Yao's phone checking, his blue eyes were just staring at Wang Yao. After a while, he said lightly: "It seems that you have suffered a little in the bottom lane?"

Wang Yao was stunned, and then he realized that Zhao Yun was concerned about the injuries on his hand, and his heart suddenly felt warm.

Maybe this is a friend?

"Something happened, you know." Thinking of the accidental run to the bottom lane, Wang Yao smiled helplessly, and then said, "How is the army?"

"When I see that I am back on the road, I will lead the seventh main force to withdraw back to the first defensive tower on your behalf." Zhao Yun said, looking back at his back.

Wang Yao nodded. He always felt that Zhao Yun was indeed a subordinate with great talent as in history. At critical moments, he could handle most of the problems perfectly. He followed Zhao Yun's gaze and saw that there were four soldiers not far away.

Mao Mao, Shi Liang, Ono, and Fei Yi, the four of them were looking at themselves excitedly.

"Ha, we thought you died in the bottom lane. We waited in the First Defensive Tower for a long time, but we didn't see you back."

"If Mao Mao hadn't insisted on coming to the base to look for it, we wouldn't have known that you were hiding from the base!"

The first to speak was naturally Shi Liang and Ono.

"Don't worry, I won't die if you two die." Wang Yao glared at Shi Liang Ono with a smirk on his face.

"Captain of thousands, are you the only one? Hu Fei and Ma Qing are my comrades-in-arms of the same period. I heard from Mr. Zhao that they are with you?" Fei Yi, who has always been diligent, came forward and asked carefully.

The smile on Wang Yao's face froze. He remembered the two soldiers who were always buried in the wild area and said with some loss: "Well, I'm the only one."

A simple sentence, but the meaning is already very clear.

"It's such a pity. I think their family will always be proud of them." Fei Yi whispered, but his expression was even more desperate than regret.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect them," Wang Yao said guiltily.

"Please don't say that. It is their honor to be able to fight side by side with you. I think they will never regret following you." Fei Yi smiled calmly.

Wang Yao was silent.

He knew that this was just a self-deception, and life was of great value. In this world, death cannot be measured.

On the other hand, Mao Mao, who is also one of his old teammates, did not show too much emotion. I don’t know when the extroverted ones have made some changes. For example, at this time, she will use her actions to prove her worries and care.

"Why is your hand so seriously injured?" Mao Mao knelt beside Wang Yao, while watching the terrifying crack on Wang Yao's arm, his brows frowned slightly.

"There are too many Wu soldiers on the bottom lane and they were accidentally cut off." Wang Yao said, intentionally hiding the friction with Zhang Shao.

"Have you seen 2 Da?" Mao Mao asked again, and at the same time, he pulled out an object like a silver needle from his chest.

Wang Yao looked at the silver needle on Momo's hand, then nodded, and said insincerely: "Well, he is very good."

In fact, Wang Yao doesn’t think 2 Da is very good. At least in Wang Yao’s opinion, 2 Da is now like a different person, and always feels that the distance between them is getting farther and farther away.

Of course, Wang Yao was afraid that he was too sensitive, so he did not dare to make a conclusion.

Mao Mao raised his face and looked at Wang Yao, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just silently reached out and pulled a thin thread from his head, and threaded the thread into the small hole on the top of the silver needle.

"Wait, what do you want to do?" Wang Yao finally realized something was wrong. What was going on with the posture of preparing to sew clothes?!

"Help you sew the wound up, and let the wound crack, but it is easy to get infected." As he said, Mao Mao's face turned red without any trace, and he said, "But the thread on my body fell off accidentally before. There should be no problem with my head, right?"

Looking at Mao Mao's serious expression, Wang Yao couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

It doesn’t matter if you use your head as a suture, but can you not put on an expression that looks like you want to sew clothes? Without any anesthesia, this needle will be stabbed on him!

Don’t look at Wang Yao like this, he is actually afraid of pain.

"Don't worry, I grew up in the mountains and often go out to hunt with the hunters in the village. For example, when they were injured, they were cut wounds for them." I thought Wang Yao did not trust her skills, Mao Mao couldn't help but bulge his cheeks with anger.

"I didn't mean that." Wang Yao laughed dryly, and finally could only accept his fate and stretch out his hand.

A big man can’t say in front of a girl that he is actually afraid of pain, right?

The stinging feeling began to come from the left arm, but it was not as strong as I imagined. Maybe Mao Mao’s skills are really good, or maybe Wang Yao was injured more often, and the upper limit of pain has also increased?

At this time, the girl lowered her head and silently sewed the wound for Wang Yao, as if she was sewing a wedding dress for herself.

Wang Yao couldn't help but lower his head. The girl's face was covered by her black bangs and temples.

I haven't seen it yet. I don't know when it started. Mao Mao's head was so long? It used to be very neat and short, but now it should be almost growing on the shoulders.

As expected, girls should stay and grow up. From this perspective, the carefree Mao Mao became much more feminine.

At this moment, Wang Yao suddenly felt an inexplicable coldness coming from the air.

But beside him, Shi Liang Ono and the others were staring at Wang Yao resentfully, with an expression of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Wang Yao suddenly felt amused and crying.

You two guys, what's so jealous about this? If possible, who would be willing to be fucked like this?

Ignoring the two guys, Wang Yao calmed down and silently endured the stinging sensation on his arm.

"Okay, you should try to move your left arm as little as possible in the next two days, otherwise the wound will easily crack again." After a moment, Mao Mao spoke.

Wang Yao opened his eyes and looked at the left arm. The crack that was originally deep and visible to the bone had been stitched with a black thread. The suture was very delicate and strong.

Wang Yao moved his left arm slightly. Except for the feeling of tightness in the suture at the wound, everything else was pretty good. I believe that as long as you use another treatment, the wound will recover immediately.

"Thank you, I didn't expect you, a magic soldier, have such good medical skills." Wang Yao smiled and said to Mao Mao. If the wound is not sewn, at least five treatments will take to heal.

Mao Mao smiled but didn't say anything, but Shi Liang and Ono began to come over to show their attention.

"That's right, we Mao Mao is not only beautiful, but also skillful and have first-class magical abilities. In the legion, Mao Mao said he was the second female soldier of magic, so no one dared to say the first one!"

"Shi Liang, what are you saying? First in the Legion? I think Mao Mao should be the first magic female soldier in the canyon!"

"You two are enough, I've got goosebumps when I hear it!"

"Fei Yi, you kid deserves a beating again, right?"

Looking at the jubilant farce in front of him, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Wang Yao's mouth, and a long-lost sense of happiness appeared from the bottom of his heart.

This feeling is actually quite good.

At this moment, Zhao Yun, who had been silent throughout the whole process, saw that the healing was over, came over gently and asked in a low voice: "What are the plans next?"

Wang Yao turned his head, looked at Zhao Yun, who was sitting next to him, and was silent for a moment. Then he looked up at the starry night sky with a complicated expression and said, "Stay."

"hold fast?"

"Yes, what we can do now is to stick to the first defensive tower and not let the enemy's line of troops advance."

It was not until this moment that Wang Yao suddenly realized that his decision had become exactly the same as what Zhuge Liang said at the beginning.

I still remember when Wu State just came, before preparing to enter the canyon, Zhuge Liang once said that the only thing to do is to defend the defensive tower to the death.

From beginning to end, Zhuge Liang was right. Perhaps the great military advisor had foresaw everything.

Just like when you are in a battle against the wind, if you want to win, you must have patience and perseverance to persevere. Observing the time and waiting for changes may seem useless, but in fact it is the best strategy.

At this time, you can only wait patiently for the enemy to reveal flaws.

Also, wait for the heroes from afar to return

only.

God knows when Luna will be able to come back.
Chapter completed!