Chapter 19: This girl is not too cold ()

"Brother, Tiger and the others are really okay?"

Qingqing was wearing a delicate white jacket and tight straight jeans, which looked like a flower that was about to bloom. The youthful and bright atmosphere made people unable to look directly at it, but at this moment, there was an unconcealed disappointment on her delicate little face.

Yang Fan saw Qingqing's expression and sighed slightly in his heart. The younger sister complained about his arrangements and did not understand his painstaking efforts. It was not easy to be a demon hunter. How could ordinary girls bear the life-and-death battle with insects all year round? Just the first time to inject evolution liquid, Yang Fan doubted whether her younger sister could survive.

"It's big or small. Are you calling a tiger? Remember to call it Brother Tiger next time." Yang Fan gently knocked on the other party's forehead and said in a serious expression.

Qingqing was very dissatisfied when she heard this. Her cheeks were bulging tightly, and she turned her head to one side, looking cute when she didn't listen.

Seeing this, Yang Fan laughed softly, not caring much. He still didn't know Qingqing's personality for so many years. His original intention was just to dispel the other party's little thoughts.

It was afternoon in a flash.

Yang Fan walked to a door and saw no movement inside for a while. He turned around and left in disappointment.

"It seems that Hu Zi and his men can't catch up with the battle tonight. Huang Jiang and Zhao Yong were injured again, and the situation was a bit tight."

Under Yang Fan's decision, Hu Zi and the other four were given priority injection of evolution fluid. There was no movement yet. Most of them could not catch up with the second wave of insects tonight. In addition, two of the security team were slightly injured. Currently, the castle can be called combat power. Including himself, there are only nineteen people. With such a few people, it is still a bit difficult to defend a whole castle.

At this point, Yang Fan gathered the young people in the castle and selected twenty young men with certain military residences and strong acceptance skills as reserves for the fight tonight.

Throughout the whole day today, all the young and old in the castle sat around the TV. Although many TV stations had no signal, there were still some dedicated TV workers who insisted on being on the front line of the battle and conveyed the shots to the TV. After all, so far, most people have not yet had a clear understanding of this insect tide, and they would not have thought that this was just the beginning of the catastrophe.

The talents in the castle can have another general understanding of the situation in the country through this approach. Compared with those in the metropolis who are still under the threat of insects, they are undoubtedly much luckier.

Most of the older generation still look worried, not only caring about other relatives, but also failing to have a clear answer to their own destiny. So many troops in the city can't stop the insects. Is it okay to just rely on these young people in the castle? The fierce insects on the TV really scared them.

Yang Fan couldn't explain to everyone: Uncle, don't worry, there are few people here and we won't attract those large bugs.

If others believe it or not, he himself confirmed the name of a charlatan. This statement is undesirable. What Yang Fan wants to do now is to develop in a low-key manner.

When the younger generation saw Yang Fan's handsome flying knife ability in the surveillance video, they had already worshipped him as an idol-level task. When they heard the idol's orders, they all signed up enthusiastically.

"Brother Yang, how did you control the flying knife to fly?"

"Brother Yang, can you teach us your magical skills?"

"Yes, Brother Yang, can we learn?"

Everyone's enthusiasm was also expected. Yang Fan smiled and said, "This kind of ability is not a secret. Everyone may have it in the future. However, before that, everyone needs to exercise well. You will know these situations in the future."

After saying that, Yang Fan's excellent physical fitness played a huge role, directly squeezing a path in the crowd and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Huh, this kind of thing is indeed not suitable for me to do. Let the scholar come in the future." Yang Fan said to himself with lingering fear.

After looking at the time, it was still early, Yang Fan decided to visit the two injured soldiers.

Walking through a winding path, Yang Fan came to a separate cottage with a huge plaque hanging on the door.

In order to maximize efficiency, a single hut like this is extremely rare in the castle, even Yang Fan does not have such treatment.

"Uncle, how are their injuries?"

When Yang Fan entered the house on the first day of the New Year, he asked a strong smell of medicine. Compared with the smell of disinfectant in the Western Hospital, although the smell in the cottage was a bit pungent, he felt refreshed after smelling it.

This is a traditional Chinese medicine clinic run by Yang Fan's uncle. Looking around, it is full of medicine stands, which store Ninglang's wide range of Chinese herbal medicines. It was originally built according to the interests of the old man, but it played a huge role at this time.

"Here, I'm not happy to be in Shu!" Yang Fan's uncle was an old man over 60 years old. He was wearing a simple robe and had a very scent of an old man. When he saw Yang Fan coming in, he slowly put down the ancient books in his hand and smiled kindly in the other direction.

“…”

Yang Fan walked towards the inner room with a question mark in his mind.

The clinic is mainly divided into three parts. The outer room is where my uncle treats patients, the inner room is where the patient is to cultivate, and the side room is used to store medicines, both traditional Chinese and Western medicine are all.

In the end of the world, medicines were sometimes more precious than food, so Yang Fan naturally stocked up a lot.

"Cheng Xue, why are you?" After walking into the inner room, Yang Fan understood the meaning of his uncle's narrow-minded smile. Huang Jiang and Zhao Yong, two iron men who were injured on the battlefield without frowning at all, became red and red in the face of Cheng Xue changing the dressings, and they didn't know where to put their hands and feet. The nervous feeling could be noticed even if Yang Fan could detect it from a distance.

Cheng Xue carefully completed the work at hand, and after putting new bandages on the two of them, she lifted up the slightly tired and cold face. "I learned some nursing knowledge before, but when I saw someone was injured, I came to my uncle to help."

Today, Cheng Xue was wearing a tight cotton top, a brightly colored yellow ribbon tied to her soft and slender waist, and light blue pencil pants, outlining her moving curves.

No wonder Cheng Xue, the two men of Huang Zhao, immediately ran out of the house in a mess as soon as the movements ended. Although the beauty's outfit was simple, her every move exuded a different charm. Without some concentration, ordinary people really couldn't bear it. Even Yang Fan had a little bit of a fever on his face and turned his eyes unnaturally.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yang Fan said sincerely.

"No, haha, just a little help. Compared with your battle with the bugs, this little thing seems insignificant." Cheng Xue reached out and closed the slightly messy black hair on her forehead, and showed a very rare smile.

Ru Aoxue Hanmei, a flash in the pan. Seeing this extremely beautiful scene, Yang Fan said a little confusedly: "You're welcome."
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