Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The air on the third underground floor suddenly stagnated, leaving only the whimpering sound of wind coming from the ventilation ducts.

The emergency light flickered, stretching and crushing the two people's shadows, twisting and overlapping on the scratched metal wall.

Chu Ziyu's swing of his hand brought up a string of blood beads, which drew a dark red arc under the dim blue light.

A few drops splashed onto the toes of Lin Ci'an's boots, like tiny red plum blossoms blooming on the inky leather. He looked down at the scarlet spots, his Adam's apple moving, but no sound came out.

(...Why is it so cold?)

A gust of cold air suddenly rushed in from the vent, blowing away the black particles suspended in the air.

Those tiny remnants of pollution drifted between the two of them like a strange black snow.

The walls were splattered with the black slime of the pollutants, and the air was filled with a pungent corrosive smell.

Chu Ziyu's silver hair was soaked in blood and stuck to his pale cheek. His right arm hung unnaturally, but his left hand still accurately crushed the throat of the last contaminated body.

With a crisp "crack", the monster's head tilted and drooped.

Lin Ci'an stood there, the blue light of the purification matrix reflected on his face, and his pupils contracted slightly.

(…Killed them all?)

Nearly a hundred contaminated bodies, far exceeding the number described in the mission, are even enough to wipe out an A-level team.

But Chu Ziyu, with his mental perception blocked by inhibitors and his right arm broken, managed to kill them all.

Chu Ziyu shook off the blood on his hands, his breathing became slightly rapid, but he still stood straight.

He raised his eyes to look at Lin Ci'an, and there seemed to be a layer of ice in his silver-gray pupils.

“Now, can we purify it?”

His voice was soft, yet distinctly distant, as if he was just asking a stranger a routine question.

Lin Ci'an's fingertips trembled, and the blue light of the purification matrix flickered.

(He is deliberately keeping his distance...)

The black cat spirit scratched the ground anxiously, but Chu Ziyu's snow wolf spirit never appeared - as if the owner had deliberately cut off all spiritual connections.

"You..." Lin Ci'an just opened his mouth when he was interrupted calmly by Chu Ziyu.

"I will submit the mission report truthfully."

Chu Ziyu's voice mixed in with the hum of the pipes, seeming particularly distant.

He lowered his head to straighten the torn cuffs of his uniform, then bent down to pick up his broken saber, his movements somewhat laborious. "I won't mention your delay in supporting me."

These words stabbed into Lin Ci'an's heart like a knife.

(He thought I did it on purpose?)

(Indeed, I did that on purpose...)

Chu Ziyu turned and walked towards the exit with steady steps, but Lin Ci'an noticed that his left hand was always pressed on the wound on his side.

The spirit of the snow wolf finally appeared, but it just followed its master silently without even glancing at the black cat.

"etc!"

Lin Ci'an suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, "Your injury..."

Chu Ziyu stopped.

His voice was as light as a sigh. "Don't worry. You should be well aware of the recovery ability of an S-class Sentinel."

The sudden contraction of Lin Ci'an's pupils made him happier than any mental attack.

Chu Ziyu tried hard to push down the corners of his mouth that were curling up wildly.

Lin Ci'an's hands froze.

Of course he knew, but the man in front of him was clearly covered in wounds, yet he was pretending to be calm...

Is he taking revenge on me?

(With this kind of...deliberate alienation?)

The black cat suddenly jumped in front of the snow wolf and rubbed its front legs in a flattering manner.

The snow wolf lowered its head slightly, and a trace of fluctuation flashed in its golden eyes, but in the end it just avoided it lightly and continued to move forward.

Chu Ziyu pulled his hand back, and the silver-gray uniform cuff slid across Lin Ci'an's palm, leaving a cold touch.

“It’s time to return.”