Chapter Ninety-Three: The Battle in Lin Shushu's Eyes
After Lin Xuanyuan crawled out of the nutrient tank wet, he saw Wang Jinxiu smiling and bending over to look at him at first glance.
Lin Xuanyuan took off the oxygen mask he was wearing on his mouth and wiped his hair, it was sticky and slippery, although it was not the first time he had been lying in the nutrition tank for treatment, but he was still extremely unaccustomed to this feeling.
"Have you had a happy event?"
Lin Xuanyuan asked casually.
"No, I'm happy to see you. β
Wang Jinxiu blinked her beautiful big eyes, her long eyelashes flickered, and her smile was like a little nymphomaniac.
Lin Xuanyuan smiled and felt his body, the serious injury was still there, after all, no genetic medicine was a rebellious thing that could live and die the bones of life, but the effect was still there, at least the injuries in the body had been stabilized, and the next thing to do was to recuperate.
"What do you think of it now?"
Wang Jinxiu asked softly.
Lin Xuanyuan took a deep breath, was silent for a while, and said softly: "It's okay, but I always feel that my whole body is empty, I can't lift up any strength, my whole body is weak, my muscles are sore, numb, and my whole body is numb, as if my body is not my own." β
"Your body is overdrawn, you can't lift your strength, it's normal for your body to be weak, as for the numbness, it's a certain amount of anesthetics and painkillers, the fatigue period after using genetic drugs is very painful, it can reduce the pain, naturally you have to reduce it a little, after using anesthetics and painkillers, you are numb all over, but if you don't use it, the next two or three days, that feeling is simply worse than death. β
Wang Jinxiu said this, and pushed out a wheelchair in the laboratory full of cold machinery and various utensils and came to Lin Xuanyuan.
"Is this going to give me the treatment of a disability?"
Lin Xuanyuan smiled.
"It's best to be less active to help you recover sooner. β
Wang Jinxiu said, as if he remembered something again, and continued: "Even if you recover, you can't run around, it's best to rest for a few days, you are not allowed to go anywhere, and you can't go desperately casually." β
Lin Xuanyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at Wang Jinxiu, who had a somewhat dissatisfied look on her delicate face, and said with a smile: "Are you playing with your senior brother?"
"That's your senior brother, and it's my Uncle Wang, how dare I play a temper? Uncle Wang's Shenzhou Empire's secret service system is notoriously tough and arrogant, I don't object to the Shenzhou Guardian and Dark Dawn entering a state of war, but why did I send you to the United States? Lin Xiaocao's identity is still recuperating in Tokyo, is there no master in the Shenzhou Empire? I have to send you on a mission?"
Wang Jinxiu frowned, saying that she didn't dare to play a temper with Wang Tianxiong, but the unhappiness was on her face, at this time, she was not the little princess of the royal family, nor the person in charge of the royal biological laboratory, nor was she the goddess who made the young generation of countless world-class wealthy families dream of her, and now she is completely a little woman who doesn't want her husband to go out and work hard.
Dissatisfaction, uneasiness, worry, and grievance were all written on his face.
The God of War King Lin Xuanyuan, Shura Lin Xiaocao, two identities, one person.
In terms of strength, the second-ranked martial arts supreme of the world-shaking level can indeed be proud of the world, but after Lin Xuanyuan recovered from his injury, he went to the United States.
Challenge the power of one nation with the power of one person.
No matter how confident Wang Jinxiu is in Lin Xuanyuan's strength, he can't ignore some other dangerous situations.
Especially after the last time the United States fought World War I, the defense of the United States was raised several levels at once, and this time Lin Xuanyuan went to the United States, it was possible for anything to happen.
"Xuanyuan, why don't we go?"
Wang Jinxiu was silent for a moment and asked cautiously.
"No, I can't. β
Lin Xuanyuan shook his head slowly, his tone resolute.
If he doesn't go to the United States, Lin Xiaocao won't be able to go to the United States.
As far as the public is concerned, Shura's failure to appear in the United States will undoubtedly make the Shenzhou Guardian, who is actively preparing for war, and even the entire imperial secret service system have greatly reduced morale, Ye Chunqiu, Wang Tianxiong, and the toughness that the master and apprentice generations have maintained for nearly a hundred years will also be questioned, and the Shenzhou Empire will become a laughing stock.
Privately, if Shura does not appear in the United States, there is no doubt that his prestige will plummet, what about world-shaking masters? What about super agents? A super agent who doesn't even dare to carry out tasks, there is no point in raising them.
Once such a situation occurs, the word Shura will be the object of ridicule in the entire dark world, after all, Shura now represents not only an individual, but the Shenzhou Empire.
At that time, Wang Tianxiong will also be greatly affected.
Moreover, the identities of Lin Xiaocao and Lin Xuanyuan will be completely exposed sooner or later, and at that time, Shura's cowardice will become the fear of the God of War King against the United States, and it will affect the royal family.
America, he has to go.
From the moment when the Shenzhou Guardian and the Dawn of Darkness entered a state of war, this was a doomed thing, and it had nothing to do with whether Wang Tianxiong sent him to the United States, because Shura was now the number one master in the Shenzhou Empire's secret service system, and when the empire and the United States' secret service system entered a state of war in an all-round way, he couldn't retreat, and there was no way out!
"Why not?"
Wang Jinxiu said a little angrily: "You are not only the Shura of the Shenzhou Empire, but also the God of War King of the Imperial Family, you"
"Alright, alright. β
Lin Xuanyuan interrupted Wang Jinxiu's words with a smile, and said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, I will be careful when I go this time, the United States can't stop me, and it's not that I haven't been to the United States, if I can go once, I can go a second time." β
Wang Jinxiu glared at Lin Xuanyuan fiercely for a long time before he snorted coldly, with a cold face, and pushed Lin Xuanyuan to the bathroom in the laboratory.
"Second brother, calligraphy and painting, Sister Qingxue, Yuanyuan, they heard that you were injured, they are all here, I will give you a bath, go talk to them. Also, Calligraphy and Painting said that there are some things I want to talk to you about. β
Wang Jinxiu turned on the rain in the bathroom, and said with a cold face, the second brother in his mouth is undoubtedly Wang Bolong, the heir of the royal family who has been made the crown prince by outsiders.
Lin Xuanyuan let the warm water wash over his body, nodded, and mumbled-
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
The palace of the god of war, the cigar room of the palace of war is full of people.
Wang Bolong, Lin Shushu, Chen Qingyu, Xie Yuanyuan, Ye Qingxue, Sun Wangyue, Lin Shuimo, Lin Danqing, Bai Yang and others gathered together.
This is the core of the young generation of the Wang family in Kyushu City, and after hearing the news of Lin Xuanyuan's serious injury, they all came here.
"How is the prince's injury?"
Sun Wangyue, who was slightly short and a little fat, glanced around, looked at Lin Shushu and asked.
Among all the people who sat again, only Lin Shushu followed Lin Xuanyuan through the war last night, so it was only appropriate to ask Lin Shushu for an answer.
"The injury is very serious, but not life-threatening, I asked my sister-in-law, and my sister-in-law said that Brother Lin would probably wake up at about two o'clock, and now at three o'clock, it should be coming soon." β
Lin Shushu was obviously a little absent-minded, fiddling with the scepter in his hand, preoccupied.
Xie Yuanyuan glanced at Lin Shushu with some concern, pursed her lips and held his other hand.
This kind of Lin calligraphy and painting is really too abnormal.
In the past, when they gathered, Lin Shushu could generally start the party and say that the party was over, talking endlessly and full of interest, but now the silent Lin Shushu is not only Xie Yuanyuan is not used to it, but even the others are quite uncomfortable.
"What's wrong with calligraphy and painting today? I can't hear your voice, I'm really not used to it. β
Ye Qingxue, the eldest among the people present, said with a smile, she is the only daughter of Ye Nianlun, the deputy head of the decision-making bureau, and Wang Tongtian's fiancΓ©e.
"No, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I'm a little tired. β
Lin Shushu raised his head and smiled reluctantly.
"When you're tired, go and rest. β
Wang Bolong, who was sitting next to Lin Shushu, patted him on the shoulder and said softly.
Among the people present, it was he and Lin Danqing who had changed the most during this time.
Although their instructor Lin Xiaocao went out on a mission, the perverted training methods he left behind were always carried out by everyone in his Tempest Squad.
In the past two months, the strength of almost everyone in the Tempest Squad has risen a bit, and Wang Bolong, who has an unusually strong foundation, has begun to break out in this crazy and somewhat perverted high-intensity training, and now all the indicators of his body have reached the level of SS+, of which the explosive power and physical endurance are already at the level of SSS, and he has made rapid progress.
Today's Wang Bolong's every move is unusually calm and atmospheric, and there is a trace of majesty on his body.
"It's okay, it's still holding up. β
Lin Shushu shook his head with a smile and stretched.
"Click"
The marble coffee table in front of Lin Shushu made a crisp sound.
As soon as his arm was extended, the strangely shaped scepter in his hand inadvertently brushed the marble coffee table, like a knife cutting tofu, and the finger of the front end of the scepter cut directly into the hard coffee table, and then rushed out again almost without resistance.
An ugly cut was suddenly left on the coffee table.
Everyone was dumbfounded!
What the is this?!
They had already seen this thing in Lin Shushu's hand, but they didn't pay attention to it, Lin Shushu likes to collect some strange things, they are no longer strange, but this in his hand
Isn't it just a gadget to play with?!
"This, this"
Sun Wangyue was dumbfounded, and smashed the marble coffee table hard, it was not a prop, but a genuine stone.
"What is this?"
Wang Bolong's pupils contracted instantly, and he asked subconsciously.
Weapons?
Wang Bolong had already affirmed this idea in his heart.
But a weapon that can reach this level of sharpness can definitely be said to be a divine weapon.
It's completely at the level of the Zhen Clan's divine soldiers.
Just like the frenzy of the royal family, autumn water, colored glass, amber, heavenly punishment, and heavenly punishment of the six swords, it is enough to pass on the divine weapon.
"Look at it. β
Lin Shushu handed the scepter in his hand to Wang Bolong: "The thing that was snatched from the hands of the world-shaking master, Brother Lin already has a heavenly curse, so this thing will be given to me." β
Earthquake scale
The cigar room fell silent for a moment.
Even if most of them don't belong to the secret service system, but they all come from wealthy families, they can understand the meaning of the word earthquake level.
"What's going on?"
Wang Bolong took the scepter and carefully asked about the details of last night's battle.
"I didn't see it too clearly, the other party moved too fast. β
Lin Shushu shook his head, his tone was a little self-deprecating, a little bitter: "But that's probably the case, Brother Lin first PK with the red robe, and after the red robe's residual blood, he almost knelt down, and ran away decisively, the black robe was not satisfied, so he rushed up, he was similar to Brother Lin's equipment, his combat effectiveness was about the same, but the state was better than Brother Lin, so the two of them fought directly, and finally Brother Lin knelt down in the black robe, and the weapon of the black robe also burst out, that's it." β
Desperately operate explosive weapons
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Everyone looked at Lin Shushu like an alien, did they think they were playing online games?
"Lin Shushu!"
Lin Xuanyuan, who happened to be pushed by Wang Jinxiu to the cigar room, heard the high argument of his precious brother, and his whole body trembled with anger.
Last night's battle, in Lin Shushu's eyes, is it like this?
What a mess this is!-
Thank you for the Starry Night Evil students for their ~~~~~~~~~