The waste is going to strike back

"Who can lend me some strips of cloth?" Mu Xin held up Zhang Zhidong, whose hands were tied behind his back, with one hand, and said to the people around him.

When Shang Junming saw Mu Xin making a request, he hurried over and pulled off the strips of cloth on the arms of the remaining people in Team 5 and threw them to Mu Xin.

Mu Xin raised his hand to catch it, then infused the dark power into the cloth strip, then swung out two strips of cloth, tied up Zhang Zhidong's legs left and right, then pulled them back and tied them together with his bound hands, turning the whole person into a ball.

Shang Junming threw three strips of cloth in total. The last strip of cloth was tied with firewood to the place where the hands and feet were bound, and tied into a beautiful bow.

"Hahahaha, Zhang Zhidong was tied up like a ball!" Song Ziwen laughed wildly, holding his stomach. Even Hui Ge and Sha Lai, who were usually taciturn, smiled.

"You...you let me go!" Zhang Zhidong was put in a position that most people could not do, and every bone in his body felt tense and uncomfortable.

"Zhang Zhidong, this is the first time I know that you are quite suitable for learning yoga. It just so happens that I have practiced it before, so why not practice with me in the future, just as a way to improve your body flexibility." Deng Miao laughed and added insult to injury. Shang Junming beside her had already laughed so hard that he couldn't stop.

"Get out...!" Zhang Zhidong yelled at everyone to let him go, but Mu Xin was considerate enough to untie his bow after he had been ridiculed by everyone.

As the bow was untied, the other strips of cloth on his body also came loose. He collapsed to the ground as if his bones were falling apart, unable to stand up and could only lie prone.

"You...what the hell are you still standing there for? Carry me back! Ouch! It hurts so much!" Zhang Zhidong was so angry when he saw that the people from Team 5 he brought with him were just staring at him making a fool of himself and didn't come to protect him. He lay on the ground and yelled at his people.

Those people were covered in dust and were scolded by their captain. Then they found a stretcher, put the crying Zhang Zhidong on it, and ran away in a panic.

"Well done! Mu Xin, I admire you so much!" Shang Junming ran to Mu Xin, hooked his neck and shouted.

"Let go of your claws." Yan Shaohui slapped Shang Junming's unruly hand away and handed him the ice water.

"Are you tired? Let's go back today. It's getting late."

"I'm fine." Mu Xin smiled at Yan Shaohui, then took a sip of water, put on his coat and was about to go out with Yan Shaohui.

When I was almost at the door, someone called me.

"Hey, wait!" It was Song Ziwen.

"Hmm?" Mu Xin turned around and looked at the person who came.

"Here's an ice towel for you. It's hot now, and you must have sweated a lot from all the exercise you just did."

Song Ziwen stuffed the towel into Mu Xin's hand and ran away.

It seems that Song Ziwen, who was originally a little dissatisfied with himself, has also accepted himself, but he is reluctant to say it out loud due to face.

However, people who say one thing and mean another have a unique kind of cuteness to them.

Mu Xin curled his lips, then looked at Yan Shaohui, "Let's go."

Yan Shaohui smiled back, then put his arm around Mu Xin's shoulder and walked away with a swagger.

Not far away upstairs, Dr. Yan, who had just finished watching the battle, patted his doctor's gown and stood up from the sofa, "Okay Commander, I've finished watching this battle too, I'll go back and continue my research."

Commander Yan took a sip of tea, his expression unclear, "So many things happened today, don't you have any comments?"

Dr. Yan paused as he walked to the door, turned back and smiled brightly, "You have a good daughter-in-law."

Then Dr. Yan walked away with a dignified manner.

...daughter-in-law?

Commander Yan looked at the green tea leaves floating in the white porcelain cup, wondering what he was thinking.