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The world suddenly fell silent at this moment.

Lin Ci'an shook off everyone and rushed out the door, while the black cat spirit body burst out with unprecedented speed and rushed ahead.

Through the thick smoke, he saw a familiar figure on the east wall—

Chu Ziyu knelt on one knee on the wall, his silver hair flying in the gunfire.

The blood-stained bandage covered his left eye, but the exposed right eye was still clear and bright as a star.

In his hand was a sniper rifle that he had snatched from somewhere, with smoke still coming out of the barrel.

Below him, the snipers from the three towers were silent.

When the last enemy fell, he looked back as if realizing something—

It just happened to meet Lin Ci'an's scarlet eyes.

Time seemed to freeze.

Chu Ziyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he realized what he had exposed: these smooth tactical movements and terrifyingly precise shooting accuracy, how could they be like those of a wounded person who had been imprisoned for many days?

Chu Ziyu on the city wall had just opened his mouth and hadn't even finished the word "little" when his neck was suddenly entangled by a dark mental force.

Lin Ci'an appeared behind him, and his right hand turned into a knife and slashed at the back of his neck.

"Got you."

Lin Ci'an caught the limp body and said, "My..."

At the moment when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, Chu Ziyu's gilded left eye still had a lingering smile.

In the last second before his consciousness fell into darkness, his mind made a "clicking" sound like a stuck gear:

(Wait...this is different from the agreed script?)

When his fingertips touched the warm skin, Lin Ci'an's soul trembled.

(Hot... is alive...)

This realization exploded in his head like a bomb, making his vision go black.

Lin Ci'an stroked Chu Ziyu's eyelashes like a demon, and when he felt the slight tremor, a kind of twisted ecstasy ran up his spine.

(It blinks...it breathes...)

The hand that was pinching the other person's chin suddenly loosened its strength and began to rub the neck nervously.

The pulse beats strongly under my fingertips.

"Liar."

A low, hoarse accusation rolled out of his throat, trembling with an almost pious tone, and tears dripped down his cheeks like beads from a broken string.

Lin Ci'an suddenly lifted up Chu Ziyu's clothes and placed his palms against his waist and abdomen to confirm repeatedly - no burns, no decay, only the flexible curve in his memory.

(My my my—)

He took out the sedative that the nurse had prepared for him from his pocket and injected it into Chu Ziyu's body without hesitation.

(No running.)

In the chaos of his coma, he vaguely felt himself being moved.

There was warm liquid dripping on my face, and there was some kind of...metal-on-metal sound?

(Is Xiao An...crying?)

This absurd thought made his consciousness struggle to surface.

But then, he noticed something even more wrong—

His mental strength was suppressed by some kind of drug, and the formula was damn familiar. It was clearly an enhanced version that he had improved when he had nothing to do last month.

(The potion I personally mixed is now being used on me?!)

In a trance, he felt something cold holding his wrist.

Not electromagnetic shackles, but softer...chains embodied by mental power?

Chu Ziyu almost laughed out of anger in his drowsiness - this was the mental control technique he taught Lin Ci'an when the two of them were on a mission.

(Teaching the apprentice to beat the master, right?)

When his consciousness finally struggled to the surface, the first thing Chu Ziyu smelled was a strong smell of blood.

He opened his eyes slightly and saw Lin Ci'an's frantic face close at hand, and...

(Wait, is that my hair? Why is it tangled in your wound?!)

Chu Ziyu's pupils trembled.

He had imagined countless reunion scenes, but he had never expected it to be like this - Lin Ci'an was like a paranoid collector, confirming his "integrity" inch by inch with his bloody fingers.

(I just blew up a tower... why are you so mad?)

He was about to speak, but found his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, Lin Ci'an suddenly leaned over and bit his collarbone hard.

(…)

(Oops... I think I messed up...)