Doomsday Stewed Salted Fish C50.2

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Chapter 50. (2/2)

Gu Fan had confidence in Lu Ya’s protection. After entering the tent, she put out the alchemy furnace, sorted out the herbs for use, and began making pills.

The golden red flame released by the spiritual power jumped at the bottom of the furnace, quickly changing the state of the herbs.

The improvement in cultivation made refining flesh-growing and blood-replenishing pills more efficient. Ten furnaces of fifty red pills were refined in one breath. Gu Fan put away the alchemy furnace and put the fifty pills into two boxes, leaving them to He Jing for distribution tomorrow morning. Only military psychics would be given. Xinghe and the other four portions had already been divided into them.

After packing up, Gu Fan took out a porcelain bottle containing ten flesh-growing and blood-replenishing pills.

The spiritual consciousness was released. Lu Ya was on guard tonight, and everyone else slept.

Gu Fan quietly walked to the front of the tent. The tent door was a zipper door. Gu Fan secretly opened the space that allowed her to expose her head without making any sound and then stuck her head out.

Lu Ya sat five steps away with his back to her.

Gu Fan picked up a small stone and gently hit his shoulder.

Lu Ya looked back. There was a moon tonight, and the cold moonlight illuminated that handsome and cold face.

Gu Fan raised the porcelain bottle.

Lu Ya glanced at other tents and bent over to her door.

“Your inventory should have been used up. This is for you as a backup. I won’t send it to you tomorrow.” Gu Fan whispered. The two of them are now in a bad relationship after breaking up. Lu Ya didn’t even give her a box lunch, so of course, she wouldn’t give him pills.

Only her head and arm were exposed, and she looked funny. Lu Ya smiled and went to take the medicine bottle.

Gu Fan wanted to retract her hand when it was empty.

Suddenly, her whole hand was held by a slightly cold big hand.

Gu Fan’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at Lu Ya.

He touched the ground with one knee and still had to bend down to look her in the eye. His figure blocked the moonlight, making his facial features a little hazy.

“How many did you prepare?” He asked in a normal tone as if he had not done anything inappropriate to her.

Gu Fan thought this young marshal was really shameless.

She struggled, but he didn’t let go, so she let it go: “Fifty, two per person, distributed in batches.”

Lu Ya looked at her drooping eyelashes: “Will you be tired?”

Gu Fan: “I have to practice in the second half of the night.”

Lu Ya also lowered his eyes; his eyes fell on the hands held together; after a few seconds, Gu Fan heard his voice so soft that it was difficult to distinguish: “Do you really want to break up with me, or are you lying to them?”

Even though the words were so soft, Gu Fan’s heart skipped a beat when he asked.

Suddenly, he let go of her hand, pressed her forehead with his warm fingertips, and pushed her head back into the tent.

“Rest early… practice.”

The man outside whispered and walked away.

Gu Fan: …

She returned to the centre of the tent, sat down, and wasted more than ten minutes getting rid of distracting thoughts before entering a meditation state.

Outside the tent, Lu Ya looked up at the moon, his hands hanging on his knees, gently playing with the porcelain bottle she gave him, his black eyes reflecting the moonlight, much gentler than usual.

When Gu Fan opened the tent the next day, Lu Ya was no longer there.

The other superpowers looked at her eagerly.

Gu Fan yawned and waved to He Jing.

He Jing walked over quickly.

Gu Fan handed the box to her and said sleepily: “It takes time and effort to refine pills. I worked hard all night and only refined 25 pills. You can distribute them first. Refine them again in two nights. Two pills per person. It will be enough for now.”

He Jing thanked her repeatedly and saluted Gu Fan.

Gu Fan continued to yawn: “By the way, just distribute them to your people. Our team doesn’t need to worry about it.”

He Jing understood and turned to distribute pills to the five teams, one pill per person. They were all distributed quickly. Until then, He Jing suddenly realized that Gu Fan didn’t seem to prepare Lu Ya’s share?

Is it because she thought Lu Ya was too powerful to use it, or was it revenge on Lu Ya for not giving her a box lunch?

Although He Jing knew that Gu Fan had not prepared any for Lu Ya, as the person distributing the pills, He Jing still walked up to Lu Ya with a serious face and looked at the last pill in the box: “This one is for you.”

Lu Ya glanced in the direction of Gu Fan: “How many pills in total?”

He Jing: “Twenty-six.”

Lu Ya did not seem to doubt it and reached out to take it.

Sheng Xi suddenly smiled and said: “Captain He, Miss Gu clearly said that she only refined twenty-five pills, where did you get the twenty-sixth pill?”

He Jing: …

Lu Ya seemed to suddenly understand, took back his hand, and walked away with a cold face.

He Jing’s mood became extremely complicated in an instant.

She had a good impression of Lu Ya but gave up. For the welfare of the base, she hoped that Lu Ya would work hard to get Gu Fan back instead of the current situation where the two of them were getting increasingly awkward.

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