Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Going back in time, just as Lin Ci'an's armored vehicle drove out of the base gate, Chu Ziyu, who was locked in the bedroom, opened his eyes.

&34;6872, location.&34;

He called out lazily in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boss, Lin Ci'an's convoy is already 500 meters away from the base."

"Based on energy fluctuations, he took away 50% of the base's combat power this time."

Chu Ziyu casually tapped the chain on his wrist with his fingertips, each tap landing precisely on the same spot: "Where's the tower?"

"Three S-class sentry teams were dispatched from the Central Tower today to reinforce the defenses of the cultivation center."

Chu Ziyu lazily raised her upper body, her long silver-gray hair falling from her shoulders.

He leaned leisurely against the head of the bed, and a strand of dark golden mental power as thin as a hair was condensed on the index finger of his right hand.

The light penetrated the keyhole of the shackles like a living thing, accurately avoiding all alarm devices.

&34;Be gentle.&34;

&34;Xiao An will be angry if you break it.&34;

"After all, after the explosion, I still have to come back and be my canary."

The thread of mental power moved flexibly inside the lock core, making a slight clicking sound.

"15 seconds...Biometric system detected"

6872 reminded.

Chu Ziyu chuckled and twisted a strand of black hair around his fingertips: "Xiao An's hair is much more useful than fingerprints."

As he spoke, he gently placed the strand of hair into the identification slot, and at the same time used his mental power to simulate Lin Ci'an's mental fluctuations.

The shackles made a soft "click" sound, and the lock popped open.

Chu Ziyu slowly moved his wrist to make sure there were no red marks.

He was even considerate enough to put the shackles back on the bed.

"Perfect."

He admired his masterpiece, his fingertips gently stroking the cushioning on the inside of the shackles - it was velvet wrapped by Lin Ci'an himself, and it was still as smooth as new.

"I really like this kind of life where food comes easily and clothes are provided for me."

"Little cuffs, wait for me to come back."

The gilded left eye flickered in the darkness, and Chu Ziyu climbed out of the window like a nimble cat.

The night wind blew his long silver-gray hair, and the shackles behind him still lay quietly on the hospital bed, as if they had never been opened.

He slid down the drainpipe like a shadow, accurately avoiding all blind spots of surveillance.

The automatic defense system outside the base was useless in front of him - when he was "imprisoned" these days, he had already hacked into the base's main control system through 34.

“There is a blind spot on the east side of the wall”

"But you have to cross a minefield."

Chu Ziyu sneered, and his golden left eye glowed slightly.

The dark golden spiritual power spread like mist, and strange ripples appeared on the ground wherever it passed.

The induction mines buried underground failed one after another, like toys with the pause button pressed.

&34;These are all Xiao An's, they can't be damaged.&34;

As we passed the last line of defense, we suddenly heard the sound of an engine in the distance.

Chu Ziyu quickly hid in the shadows and watched a team of patrol cars from the tower speed past.

The logo on the car made him squint his eyes - it was a special operations team directly under the Central Tower.

"It looks like Taya is planning to cause trouble today."

"34, guide them to reveal their position so that the base can be defended early."

"Got it, sir."

After a while, seeing the warning lights on at the base, Chu Ziyu stepped out from the shadows, fiddling with a miniature bomb he had brought from the base, "To help them have some fun."

It was placed directly on the bottom plate of the main control patrol car.

In the distance, the outline of the Central Tower loomed in the night. Chu Ziyu's mouth curled up into a crazy smile, and his silver hair was blown by the night wind.

He was humming an off-key tune, like a madman about to go to a party, with flames exploding behind him.