"You two shouldn't have been hurt in any way, right?" Mo Yan asked in his usual tone.

Miao Feiming and Wei Junde shook their heads together.

None of them were injured, but they had been injected with unknown drugs during the time they were recaptured, and they couldn't muster their strength.

"That's good." A smile tugged at the corner of Mo Yan's cold lips, and he seemed to be extremely pleased, "Since you are not injured, then after returning to the team, let's train hard." I will practice ten kilometers of weight-bearing running every day, and double my usual physical training, I will tell Vice Captain Shen to let him pay attention to you. ”

Did he really think that he hadn't heard what he had just said?

Who isn't a grudge-bearer?

It's just that you have to finish the business just now before you can settle the accounts after the fall.

Now that we're done with business, it's time to settle accounts, right?

"Team Mo, do I want it too?" Wei Junde felt unbelievable and aggrieved.

Mo Yan looked at him with very loving eyes, "You are comrades-in-arms who have been born and died, of course, you should share blessings and hardships. "There is thunder to carry together.

Miao Feiming handed Wei Junde a gloating look.

Let you be a chicken thief, do you know what retribution is now?

The two of them exchanged glances, and they couldn't care about their own ink team still holding a pink girl's bag in their hands.

Mo Yan smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame.

Just looked down at the bag in his hand, and it did make people feel a little painful.

Pink and white, girly, and then look at your hand holding the bag, forming a sharp and tragic contrast!

He has been in the barracks for so many years, starting from his youth, and now, it has been nearly ten years or so, and he seems to have never felt that he has lived so roughly.

The big palm touched the bag twice, and the cocoon in his hand almost wore out the bag!

Mo Yan couldn't help but recall what Miao Feiming said just now......

The niece of the ink team?

He is seventy-seven in his twenties this year, and he is not a person who runs for three, is he so old?

Of course, it is impossible for the Mo team to admit that they are old, men in their twenties are not mature at all, they are in their thirties, and they are in the prime of life when they are forty! At his current age, if it weren't for his ten years of experience in the military camp, he would still be a veritable young man!

Well, little young.

A satisfied smile inexplicably appeared on Team Mo's face, very faint, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even be able to see it.

……

After waiting for nearly four or five hours, the people guarding the village finally waited for Shen Fengmian to bring people.

"Why did you ...... "took such a bag?"

Shen Fengmian was indeed shocked when he saw Mo Yan covered in blood, but he and Mo Yan were originally small, and then they had been running in the military camp for so many years. Naturally, I know that Mo Yan is an extremely strong person! Since he can still rush over to take over the follow-up, and there is no need to send a helicopter to rescue him, it means that it is not a big problem.

It attracted all his attention in the first place, making him feel like he had seen a ghost, but it was the pink bag that Mo Yan was holding.

As a result, before Shen Fengmian could finish speaking, Mo Yan waved his hand directly at him and replied, "I don't have a big problem. ”

Shen Fengmian: ......

Who is going to ask you how to ask? I'm going to ask you, when did you get so angry?