This man always looks lazy and casual, but who knows that he actually has a good figure.

Because of the squatting posture, Fucheng faced the four thin abdominal muscles.

His lips were pursed, and he looked away with a faint expression, opened the medicine box, and began to apply medicine to Zhuo Huan.

The cold potion was applied to the swollen wound, and the sour feeling penetrated the nerve cells and penetrated the brain. This was even more painful than when he was beaten, so painful that Zhuo Huan could hardly manage his expression.

He laughed in pain, Zhuo Huan: "Are you all the Air Force pilots doing this?"

Fucheng was silent for a while: "You should be glad that I saw it was you when I took action, otherwise I would have to find an airport nearby to make a landing and send it to the hospital immediately, and maybe I will be saved."

Zhuo Huan: "Fucheng."

Fucheng raised his head.

At this moment, the plane flew into the frequent sun particles, and the gorgeous and gorgeous green aurora exploded, passing through the front window glass of the plane's cockpit, and rushing down with a forceful and beautiful momentum, stolen breathing.

This beautiful light reflected the eyes of the black-haired young man, and his black pupils seemed to be transformed into clear glass.

And it looks at itself clearly and clearly.

For a moment, everything I wanted to say choked in my throat.

After a long time, Zhuo Huan curled the corners of his lips, opened his mouth, and said silently.

Fucheng: "...Teacher Zhuo, what did you say just now?"
Chapter completed!