The stars twinkled, as if they were blinking at the weak lives on the ground.
Some beings whose vision is limited may never realize that those unreachable stars in the sky are actually not unreachable throughout their lives.
When we returned to the camp on the 56th, the lights had been extinguished and entered a lights-out state. Only a few bright lights were shining for the use of the patrolling soldiers.
When passing by Qilin's tent, No. 56 stopped and watched for a while.
Now the brother named Kangkang doesn't come to stand guard anymore. I don't know why. Maybe it's because Lena still lives in this tent, or maybe he realizes that he is hopeless?
No, brother! The small gap in status cannot be an obstacle on the road to love! Be strong!
Standing under a beam of light, No. 56 made a cheering gesture. The soldiers in the hidden posts were confused for a while. They didn't know what this guy wanted to do.
Suddenly, a slim black shadow appeared behind the bright tent curtain. It was the reflection of the light on the person on the curtain.
However, the figure seemed to have seen something, and stopped behind the door curtain.
There was a conversation in the tent, and another vague figure gradually approached.
No. 56 scratched his head and left. When the curtain was opened, there was no one there.
"Is there anyone?" Lena asked doubtfully.
"No...."
Lena became even more confused. She closed the door curtain again and lowered another curtain. This time, even the shadow could not be seen.
"What's wrong with you... hmm? What are you doing?"
A wisp of wind slipped in during the gap between the curtains being lowered, lifting Qilin's hair that had been specially covered on her forehead.
"No la..."
"Is there a problem?" "Is there a ghost!?"
"It's nothing you said!"
"Kekeke..."
I don’t know who was tickling whom and let out an exquisite laugh. The two women’s playful voices echoed playfully in the military camp of a group of lone wolves.
This night is destined to be a sleepless night!
These two women will never know how much impact they have on this army, how much combat effectiveness they have lost, and how many casualties they have caused.
………
Wuliu did not return to the camp immediately, but strolled in the military camp.
Groups of six soldiers would pass by from time to time, walking quietly under the lights.
They would check if there was any movement in the barracks, or if the lights were not turned off in that tent.
During wartime, these regulations are strictly enforced to prevent some soldiers from staying up all night and being unable to respond to emergencies the next day. A unified schedule is an absolute requirement without any ambiguity.
Wuliu once thought about removing these patrols and placing more detection sentries farther away. Now that I think about it, it is still a bit naive.
The discipline of the military camp must not be vague. The war machine must ensure that it can respond to any problems at all times. It cannot be careless and the machine itself will malfunction.
There are patrolling mecha soldiers and ordinary soldiers. Now no matter what kind of soldiers they see, they will greet No. 56, and No. 56 will return the greeting one by one.
After a while, Wu Liu walked to the kitchen again, walked around twice, rummaged around and found two radishes.
Wuliu, who originally only wanted carrots, touched something bigger. Wuliu, who had worked as a cook, knew it was a white radish when he touched it, so he paused and took it in his hand.
After returning to the tent, Wuliu was lying on the bed. His armor had long faded. He had half a carrot in his mouth. He looked at the round and white radish in front of him affectionately and held it in both hands.
Wuliu raised his tongue, and the carrot in his mouth changed its position, like a cigarette held in the corner of his mouth. The carrot was too big, and he couldn't close the corner of his mouth, so he had to suck it, otherwise the saliva would flow out. Wuliu didn't care about himself at all.
His behavior was indecent, he just stared at the white radish in front of him, staring deeply, and with a flash of light in his eyes, a dagger popped out of his free right hand.
The dagger is not a professional tool. Wuliu has to be careful. Turning the tip of the knife, Bailuo shyly takes off one piece of clothing after another.
No. 56’s affectionate eyes gradually became moist.
Radish is spicy
Wuliu got off the bed and squatted by a basin of water, continuing to focus on carving the white radish in front of him.
Under the light, the light tip of the knife was carved on the white radish. Wuliu's brows were slightly raised, his expression was gentle, but his spirit never relaxed for a moment.
Only when you have God in your heart can you write with God!
Lines gradually took shape, and a white radish that was big enough to be held in both hands gradually transformed into an artistic sculpture that was less than the size of a palm!
Wu Liu filtered it from the water, and the clear water in the basin was sparkling. He raised it above his head, and through the white light, the folds of an exquisite little man shone brightly!
She is wearing a long white dress, which is tight and fits the exquisite and concave and convex curves of her body. Her beautiful eyes are slightly closed, and her hair, which should have been golden, appears platinum under the white light. Together with the white dress, she
Carrying her holiness
Noble and elegant, she nodded slightly, and her closed eyes made her look like a holy angel in bud.
No. 56 looked at his masterpiece with great satisfaction. He put his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it intoxicatedly.
Suddenly, a thread of mucus glowing with white light broke into sight, and dripped on the holy angel!
"Hiss~"
Wu Liu quickly wiped his mouth, stretched out his hand and threw out the carrot he forgot to eat.
Feeling guilty, Wuliu rinsed it with water in the basin and picked up the carving knife again.
This low-key, reserved and beautiful woman only exists in Wu Liu’s fantasy!
What's more important is her power! I have been beaten by her many times, and my pleated little fists are never soft. When I am angry, I always feel that the momentum is higher than myself. I dare not say anything under the power.
Wuliu turned the beautiful little figure in his hand and started to use the knife on its back. This time, Wuliu's men were more careful, otherwise all the previous efforts would be wasted with one careless knife!
Under Wuliu's careful portrayal, a beautiful woman with a royal temperament and who seems to have everything in the world under her control is presented in the palm of her hand.
She leaned on the throne relaxedly and freely, relaxed and domineering
Completely opposite to the low-key and reserved side!
These are two images of a woman that exists in Wuliu's heart and stirs him up all the time.
No matter her good or bad, her gentleness or violence, he likes everything about her!
Looking at the white sculpture in front of him, No. 56 smiled and was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
This was also his childhood thought. These two images of different temperaments were images that flashed through his chaotic mind when he was hit hard and injured.
There were a lot of messy pictures at that moment, but he only remembered these two pictures!
He still remembered that it seemed to be the scene when he was attacked by a giant wolf's aircraft after an encounter with the so-called Skeleton Party before entering Yellowstone City.
At that time, a name also appeared in my mind, called "Kesha". These two images also appeared at that time.
Wu Liu placed the radish carving on the table next to the bed.
Suddenly Wu Liu used a carving knife to make a small opening on his index finger!
A drop of blood fell between the two women along the fingertips
"Hey, I will admit my master with a drop of blood! Girl, I am your master now!" Wu Liu said with a smile.
Wuliu stretched out and took a look at the time. The hour hand had already reached one o'clock. Wuliu didn't feel that time passed so fast, so he turned over and got on the bed.
He closed his eyes and raised his hand to fumble for the switch of the bedside lamp. With a "click" sound, he was completely plunged into darkness. After a while, the gentle breathing of Wuliu could be heard.
It's just that the darkness is not peaceful. The exquisite carvings placed at the head of No. 56's bed now emit a faint fluorescence!
A drop of crystal blood from the fingertip slowly penetrates into this white masterpiece of hard work...