An Qingyu glanced at the wound, and his eyes narrowed.
Gray light flashed between his pupils, and with the analysis of the only correct solution, he quickly derived a lot of information from the appearance of the wound.
From the perspective of the wound, it should be Baili Pangpang's abdomen that was cut open on his own initiative, and the weapon that caused the wound should be the night watchman's standard straight knife. Although simple hemostasis measures were taken, the wound seemed to have experienced some kind of After a fierce battle, it collapsed again, much more seriously than when it was first cut.
Without saying a word, An Qingyu took out the equipment he used for dissection and suturing, and began to treat Baili Pangpang's wounds.
Although he cannot cure diseases, he still has some treatment methods for trauma.
"There is no anesthetic, please bear with it." An Qingyu said while disinfecting the wound.
Baili Pangpang snorted.
An Qingyu glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"Did you inflict this injury on yourself? They said that you disappeared after the battle started and you went to harm yourself? Why did you do this? Is it related to the jade Ruyi that Yuanshi Tianzun stuffed into your stomach when you were in Fengdu?"
After asking this series of questions, before Baili Pangpang could speak, An Qingyu had already come to a conclusion and stared at him seriously.
"You were actually involved in that battle, right?"
"You are hiding here because you are afraid of being discovered by Brother Drag and the others. Because they saw you participating in the battle, are you afraid that they will recognize you?"
Baili Fatty lay on the ground, looked at him blankly for a moment, and smiled helplessly.
"Qingyu, everyone has a secret, right?"
"I see."
An Qingyu nodded and did not ask any further questions, but continued to treat Baili Pangpang's wounds quietly.
After the wounds were treated, An Qingyu began to fly the plane, taking many new recruits with him, and flew directly towards Shangjing City.
Baili Pangpang patted the sutured belly, covered the wound with clothes, coughed twice, opened the door and walked out of the cockpit.
An Qingyu glanced back through the cab door.
Seeing Baili Fatty suddenly walking out of the cab, Shen Qingzhu, Jiang Er and others were very surprised. Baili Fatty scratched his head with a smile and said something. They nodded and sat back without noticing Baili Fatty. The fat wound inside.
An Qingyu withdrew his gaze and continued to fly the plane.
The northern border of Daxia.
Snow Cold Pass.
In the simple office, a folding sofa was placed behind the desk. The sunlight outside the window fell on the face of the sleeping Shao Pingge. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened one eye slightly.
He stared at the ceiling above his head for a long time, breathed a long sigh of relief, sat up on the folding sofa wrapped in a down jacket, and stretched out facing the window.
As the A-level war pass in the northernmost part of Daxia, Xuehan Pass is located in a large expanse of primitive jungle wrapped in ice. In addition to the thousands of miles of continuous cold forest outside the window, beyond the window is the god of rolling fog. The wall of traces.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
There was a slight knock on the door.
"Come in, I'm already awake." Shao Pingge said calmly.
A night watchman walked into the office and saw Shao Pingge turning a blind eye. He asked with some concern: "Captain Shao, how is the situation in the west?"
"It's okay." Shao Pingge replied, "All those foreign gods have been killed, and the national monument has been saved."
Hearing this, the night watchman breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, Captain Shao." The night watchman seemed to have remembered something, "I came here to tell you that news just came from the headquarters. In about two days, the night watchman's border guards will be dispersed to twelve In an A-level pass, let’s get ready to start war mode.”
Shao Pingge raised his eyebrows and said, "It's finally here, I understand."
The night watchman turned and left. Shao Pingge sat back at his desk with one eye open. He picked up the steaming thermos cup and blew on it twice. At this moment, a ripple suddenly rose from the water of the thermos cup.
Shao Pingge was stunned.
The next moment, he seemed to notice something, stood up from his seat suddenly, turned his head and looked out the window.
At the end of the thousand-mile cold forest, in the rolling foggy border, a huge figure nearly a hundred meters high slowly outlined itself.
The gray-white mist flowed away, and the six white wings emitted circles of golden halo under the light of the cold sun. He stood there quietly, like a legendary angel walking out of an ancient mural.
The moment he saw this figure, Shaoping Singer's thermos cup fell to the ground, and the hot tea rolled out.
His face darkened, and he quickly dialed the landline on the table. At this moment, the holy and fiery angel turned his head slightly, his eyes seemed to have passed through the layers of barriers between Qianli Hanlin and Xuehan Pass, facing him. See.
Shao Pingge's figure froze in place.
In front of the foggy border, the lips of the angel standing quietly opened, and a voice suddenly sounded in Shao Pingge's ears.
Shao Pingge was startled.
"This is the Night Watch headquarters, please speak." A voice came from the other end of the phone.
Shao Pingge held the microphone in his hand and gave the golden angel a complicated look, "This is the northern border of Daxia, Shao Pingge, the temporary person in charge of Xuehan Pass, observed the god number 003, Seraph Michael, there is no Intent to attack was discovered, but"
Shaopingge paused and spoke again: "He said he was looking for someone."
Carrying a black coffin on his back, An Qingyu stood at the Shangjing Military Airport, watching the recruits get off the plane one after another and board the bus to the training camp.
Shen Qingzhu and Baili Pangpang stood beside him, silent.
Yuan Gang got off a bus and walked directly in front of them. He looked around and said with some confusion:
"Where are Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan? They didn't come back with you?"
After sending the Night Team and the recruits to the Pamir Plateau, Yuan Gang and other instructors returned to Shangjing City to wait for orders, not knowing anything about the western border.
An Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything more, just hummed softly.
Yuan Gang nodded slightly, "During this period, you have worked hard in the snowfield and leave the remaining finishing work of the training camp to us. You can have a good rest."
Yuan Gang patted An Qingyu on the shoulder, smiled at the others, turned around and headed towards the training camp with many recruits.
An Qingyu and others stood silently.
"Where should we go next?" Jiang Er's voice sounded from the Bluetooth speaker on his waist.
"Go back to the headquarters and wait for Commander Zuo to come back. Everything may be answered." An Qingyu said slowly.
Several people walked out of the gate of the military airport and were about to leave when a young man wearing a fiery red sweatshirt stopped in front of them.
The boy chewed bubble gum and looked them up and down.
"You are Lin Qiye's companions, right?"