Yan Jiucheng, who became the soul of the team, didn't feel any difference, except for issuing a request to the bull head in the gate of hell, Gu Miqing immediately went to implement it, and he didn't know how much it was spent behind it, which made Yan Jiucheng feel the privilege of being the captain.

Other than that, as always.

"You take a shower first, take a rest, the food will be delivered in a while, you have excess physical strength at the gates of hell, rest early today, and enter high-intensity data memory and training early tomorrow, there are only two days. Gu Miqing still had an ordered tone.

And Yan Jiu nodded energetically and obeyed.

The role is obviously not so easy to adapt, and more importantly, Yan Jiucheng is a little frustrated at this time.

His hand gently stroked the small box, took out the man's finger from it, took off the rope and put it in the box for safekeeping, put the finger in his pocket, went out of the room, turned a corner downstairs, and squatted in the woods beside it.

He took out the dagger from his body, dug a hole, put his finger in it, pondered for a moment, took his finger out again, wrapped it in a tissue, and put it back in.

"Dude, you just lie here, you won't be a lonely ghost, no roots. Yan Jiucheng buried the soil, buried it into a very small soil bag, and sighed: "I asked my teammates to find your body, but it was already cremated, and I couldn't find ......."

The gates of hell are always dead, they are overcrowded, and the prison guards are not surprised, they are a group of people who have been abandoned by the world, and when they die, they burn them every day with the local people who died that day, and the ashes are buried at the beginning, and after so many years, this government has also become tired, and they are burned and scattered.

"I don't know what your name is, but I know that your code name is "Ocean", and when I wait for Ming'er, I want someone to erect a stone tablet for you, and it will be written on the tomb of the ocean. You are so loyal, you don't remember your name when you're crazy, but you remember your code name, and you must remember your code name when you die, if you really have a soul, you can come here and fall asleep, here...... Very good. ”

Yan Jiucheng looked around.

He didn't know where it was, and every time he came, he was covered with his head covered and his ears covered.

"Secret bases, you must have stayed too, the secret bases in this world should be almost the same, and you are used to staying there. ”

The ocean of madmen, just like that, slumbered.

Yan Jiucheng returned to his room, as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the fragrance of chicken soup in the room, although he had only eaten meat for a few days at the gate of hell, his spirit was always in a tense state, and his energy consumption was huge.

"The real mountain chicken, or I cook it myself, you go wash first, eat it for a while, rest and sleep. Gu Miqing raised his head and smiled: "You can sleep at ease today, I won't sleep, if there is any emergency, I will call you to get up." ”

Xu is hot relationship in the room, Gu Miqing took off his coat, and only wore a black short-sleeved shirt, a simple pair of jeans, and short ear-length hair, looking like a high school student who was not deeply involved in the world.

"How did you cut your long hair. At this time, Yan Jiucheng found out that Gu Miqing, who had taken off his hat, had actually cut his long black hair short.

"Out of the task, long hair is troublesome, you go wash it, the clothes are ready for you. Gu Miqing said as he went back and forth.

Yan Jiucheng quipped, and couldn't help but sneak a few more glances at her, except for the gun that he didn't take at his waist at all times, he didn't wear a hat, he didn't wear leather gloves, and Gu Miqing, who didn't have a murderous aura, was just an ordinary girl.

No, it's much, much more beautiful than ordinary girls.

"Like a hard-working little daughter-in-law. Yan Jiucheng quipped, picked up the prepared clothes and walked into the bathroom.

"What little daughter-in-law?!" Gu Miqing was very dissatisfied when she heard this, and wanted to say a few more words, but as soon as the bathroom door was closed, there was a murmuring sound from inside.

Yan Jiucheng was fine when he took off his outer clothes, but when he took off his inner clothes, he found that the blood and flesh were sticky, which should have been the blood flowing from Niu Tou's hands when he was in the cabinet where the corpse was transported.

There was a bloody breath that made people frown.

looked at myself in the mirror, there were several scars on my body, as soon as I took off my shoes, I grinned in pain, and cut off a little thumb on my foot, and I could still bear it with my shoes all the time, this one ......

Yes, blood, flesh, skin, etc., Yan Jiucheng almost urinated out.

This is not the appearance of a hero, Yan Jiucheng smiled bitterly, just like the golden rooster, he took a bath with his feet up, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he limped out with one foot bare, with his heel on the ground.

"Huh?" Gu Miqing looked down: "I'm injured." There was no panicked expression on her face when the girl saw the wound, nor sympathy or anything else, but she calmly pointed to a bowl of chicken soup on the table: "Chicken soup is just right to drink now, it's not hot, you sit down and eat first." ”

Yan Jiucheng sat down, he was indeed hungry and devoured it.

Gu Miqing stood up, walked to the cabinet, took out a medicine box from the cabinet, walked to Yan Jiucheng's side, half-squatted down, and stretched out his hand to pick up Yan Jiucheng's feet.

"You...... What are you doing...... Yan Jiucheng was dumbfounded, obviously startled, his feet hurriedly dodged, and his face turned red.

It's so big that even a girl's hand has not been officially pulled, let alone a foot......

"What are you hiding? The wound has to be treated. Gu Miqing half-squatted, stretched out his hand and hugged Yan Jiucheng's foot again, and gently put it on his thigh.

"No...... No need......" Yan Jiucheng hurriedly moved his feet away.

It's kind of embarrassing.

It's mainly the feet, although they are washed, but the old men wear the kind of shoes in prison, which are still a little smelly, and the feet are not good-looking, and the nails are not cut......

"Tsk. Gu Miqing frowned, stretched out her hand and grabbed Yan Jiucheng's foot that wanted to dodge, and pressed it to her thigh again, this time, she simply sat next to her, so that Yan Jiucheng's foot was not easy to raise and dodge.

"Treat the wound, otherwise it will not be good if it will suppurate and have a fever. Although Gu Miqing's face was a little bad, there was a tenderness when he said this, how to say it, the unique gentleness of women.

This gentleness made Yan Jiucheng embarrassed to pull his feet back, and embarrassed to let it go, left and right, and his face became more and more red.

"Mainly...... Foot...... Foot stinky ......"

"Eat your food, eat and sleep, your wound needs to be strengthened with a needle, a little infected. Gu Miqing didn't pay attention to it at all, took the nail clippers and carefully broke his toes one by one and cut them up.

Yan Jiucheng pretended to eat calmly, but his mood was indescribably surging.

Only his own mother would be so disliking herself and cutting her toenails.

It's just different from his mother, who always mutters when she sees her wounds, and counts him down while treating the wounds, while Gu Miqing is silent the whole time, just lowering her head and quietly treating the wounds.

Blow with your mouth from time to time.

made Yan Jiucheng both embarrassed and felt a kind of warmth and tenderness that had nowhere to place.

"I'll deal with it so simply, and the doctor will come and see it for you later. Gu Miqing said that it was simple to handle, but it was very professionally disinfected and bandaged the whole process.

Then, she looked at Yan Jiucheng's shoulder, where there was still a scar.

"You take your clothes off. ”

"Huh?" Yan Jiucheng held a chicken leg in his mouth.

"You eat yours, it doesn't matter, I'll check it. Gu Miqing lowered his head and looked for something in the medicine box: "Take off your clothes and pants." ”

"Ha?!" The chicken leg in Yan Jiucheng's mouth fell.

"It's not like I haven't seen it, ah, what, I have to check where there are wounds, and deal with them. Gu Miqing stood up, turned around and went to the cabinet to find something, and his tone became a little impatient: "Hurry up, I have to read the information when I'm done, a bunch of materials." ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the head of the bed.

Yan Jiucheng looked at the past like this, and then he suddenly remembered that he and Gu Miqing were spending the night in a room today......

"Hurry up!" As soon as Gu Miqing turned around, he saw Yan Jiucheng sitting there looking at the bed in a daze, and he didn't know what he was looking at, his face was red, so he urged in a tone that was more impatient than before.

"Oh......" Yan Jiucheng had no choice but to stand up, take off his clothes and pants, leave a brief, sit down and continue eating.

It also feels so weird.

Drinking chicken soup by himself, a beautiful woman next to him looked left and right on her body, and finally stopped at the wound on her arm, carefully handling the wound that was not serious in Yan Jiucheng's opinion.

"This position is exposed, and it has to be taken care of. Gu Miqing said softly, took out a pen from his pocket and drew a circle around the wound: "It's really not possible to make a layer of fake skin outside, so it can only be like this." ”

It is basic that all memory points on the body that might attract attention are erased.

"Today...... Just the two of us?" Yan Jiucheng was a little absent-minded.

"Well, Lao Hang and Xuanlin went to the war zone, and reported to me the latest situation through an informant, and they were doing well over there, but they had some emotional problems. Gu Miqing's focus was obviously different from Yan Jiucheng's, and she carefully told Yan Jiucheng about the situation of Lao Hang and Xuanlin in the war zone.

Of course, Yan Jiucheng is also very concerned about his brother's situation.

"You have a good rest today, the Gates of Hell consume too much energy, just dictate to me the situation at the Gates of Hell. ”

"Oh......"

"Go to bed at about ten o'clock, rest after you dictate, and I'll record and sort it out. ”

"Oh...... ”

Compared with these things, obviously, Yan Jiucheng's attention is more focused on 'tonight, two people sleep', this matter. The thumb of his little foot was slightly painful, and it seemed that there was still a feeling of Gu Miqing's hand gently brushing, and the pain became comfortable.

[The third volume is coming to an end, 35 chapters, so many characters and stories have been written, and the fast pace has made me particularly hard this month, although one chapter a day, but it's really very hard, everyone likes to read it, I'm very happy, it shows that there are still people in this world who understand niche literature, but I'm also a little reluctant to let go of those in the third volume. 】