Chapter 134: Watch for Opportunities
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Wang Yao's heart tightened. He was so engrossed in the conversation with the psychopath that he even neglected the changes in the surrounding environment.

Could it be that some centurion happened to be taking a break in this square, and he saw him talking to himself in a corner with his cell phone? If he was questioned about this, it would be difficult to fool him.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Wang Yao's mind, but when he carefully raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"You scared me." Wang Yao smiled, hung up the phone without leaving a trace, and put away his phone.

The man in front of me was handsome, seven feet tall, strong and upright, holding a golden spear. It was none other than Zhao Yun.

"You're late." Zhao Yun didn't pay any attention to Wang Yao putting away his phone. His blue eyes just stared at Wang Yao. After a while, he said calmly, "It looks like you've suffered a bit in the bottom lane, too?"

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Zhao Yun was concerned about the injury on his hand, and his heart suddenly felt warm.

Maybe this is what friends are?

"Something unexpected happened, you know." Thinking of the accident that led him to the bottom lane, Wang Yao smiled helplessly, and then asked, "How are the troops?"

"When I found myself back in the top lane, I led the seventh main force to retreat to the first defense tower in your place." Zhao Yun said as he looked back behind him.

Wang Yao nodded. He had always felt that Zhao Yun was indeed a very capable general, just like in history. At critical moments, he could handle most problems perfectly. He followed Zhao Yun's gaze and found that there were four soldiers following him not far away.

Maomao, Shi Liang, Xiao Ye, and Fei Yi, the four of them were looking at him excitedly.

"Ha, we thought you died in the bottom lane. We waited for a long time at the first defense tower, but you didn't come back."

"If Maomao hadn't insisted on coming to the base to look for you, we wouldn't have known that you were hiding in the base!"

The first to speak were naturally Shi Liang and Ono.

"Don't worry, I won't die even if both of you die." Wang Yao glared viciously at Shi Liang Xiaoye, who had a smirk on his face.

"Captain, are you alone? Hu Fei and Ma Qing are my comrades-in-arms at the same time. I heard from Mr. Zhao that they are with you?" Fei Yi, who was always conscientious, stepped forward and asked cautiously.

Wang Yao's smile froze. Thinking of the two soldiers who were forever buried in the jungle, he said with some disappointment, "Well, it's just me."

It’s a simple sentence, but the meaning is very clear.

"Is that so? That's a pity. I think their families will always be proud of them." Fei Yi whispered, but his expression was more desperate than regretful.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't protect them," Wang Yao said guiltily.

"Please don't say that. It is their honor to fight side by side with you. I think they will never regret following you." Fei Yi smiled frankly.

Wang Yao was silent.

He knew that this was just self-deception. Life was precious, and in this world, the only thing that could not be measured was death.

On the other hand, Maomao, who is also one of the old teammates, did not show much emotion. I don’t know when it started, but the extroverted her has undergone some changes. For example, at times like this, she would use actions to prove her concern and care.

"Why is your hand injured so badly?" Maomao knelt beside Wang Yao, examining the horrific crack on Wang Yao's arm, his brows slightly furrowed.

"There were too many Wu soldiers in the bottom lane and I got accidentally injured." Wang Yao said. He deliberately concealed the friction between him and Zhang Shao.

"Have you seen Erda?" Maomao asked again, and at the same time pulled out an object like a silver needle from his chest.

Wang Yao looked at the silver needle in Mo Mo's hand, then nodded and said insincerely: "Well, he is very good."

In fact, Wang Yao didn’t think Erda was a good person. At least in Wang Yao’s opinion, Erda was like a different person now, and he always felt that the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

Of course, Wang Yao was also afraid that he was too sensitive, so he didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

Maomao raised his head and looked at Wang Yao, but in the end he did not ask any more questions. He just silently reached out his hand, pulled a thin strand of hair from his head, and threaded the hair into the small hole on the top of the silver needle.

"Wait, what do you want to do?" Wang Yao finally realized that something was wrong. Why was he preparing to sew clothes? !
"I'll help you sew up your wound. If you leave it open like this, it will easily get infected." Maomao's face turned red and he said, "But the thread on my body accidentally fell off before. It should be okay to use my hair, right?"

Looking at Maomao's serious expression, Wang Yao couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

It's okay to use hair as stitches, but can you not make an expression like you're sewing clothes? Without any anesthesia, the needle will be inserted into his body!

Although Wang Yao was like this, he was actually very afraid of pain. "Don't worry, I grew up in the mountains and often went hunting with the hunters in the village. When they were injured, I was the one who sewed their wounds." Thinking that Wang Yao didn't trust her skills, Maomao couldn't help but puffing her cheeks in anger.

"That's not what I meant." Wang Yao laughed dryly and finally had to resign himself to his fate and stretch out his hand.

A grown man can't say in front of a girl that he is actually afraid of pain, right?
A tingling sensation began to come from the left arm, but it was not as painful as imagined. It might be that Maomao's technique was really good, or it might be that Wang Yao had been injured so many times that his upper limit of pain had increased?

At this moment, the girl lowered her head and silently sewed Wang Yao's wound, as seriously and attentively as if she were sewing her own wedding dress.

Wang Yao couldn't help but lower his head. The girl's lowered face was mostly covered by her black bangs and hair.

I never noticed that Maomao's hair has grown so long. It used to be very short and neat, but now it should be almost to the shoulders.

It turns out that girls should have long hair. From this perspective, the carefree Maomao becomes much more feminine.

At this moment, Wang Yao suddenly felt an inexplicable chill coming from the air.

But next to him, Shi Liang and Xiao Ye were staring at Wang Yao with resentment, with expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Wang Yao suddenly felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

You two idiots, what is there to be jealous of?! If possible, who would want to be pierced with needles like this?

Ignoring the two idiots, Wang Yao closed his eyes and rested, silently enduring the stinging pain in his arm.

"Okay, try to move your left arm as little as possible in the next two days, otherwise the wound will easily reopen." After a while, Maomao spoke.

Wang Yao opened his eyes and looked at his left arm. The crack that was so deep that the bone could be seen had been stitched up by a black hair. The stitches were very delicate and strong.

Wang Yao moved his left arm slightly. Except for the tight feeling at the suture of the wound, everything else was fine. He believed that as long as he used the healing technique again, the wound would heal immediately.

"Thank you. I didn't expect that a magic soldier like you has such good medical skills." Wang Yao said to Maomao with a smile. If the wound was not sutured, it would take at least five treatments to heal.

Maomao smiled but said nothing. Instead, Shi Liang and Ono came over and showed their courtesy.

"That's right. Our Maomao is not only beautiful, but also clever and skillful. Her magic ability is top-notch. In the legion, Maomao is the second best female magic soldier, so no one dares to say she is the best!"

"Shi Liang, what are you talking about! Number one in the legion? I think Maomao should be the number one female magic soldier in the canyon!"

"That's enough, you two! It gives me goosebumps!"

"Fei Yi, you deserve a beating again, don't you?!"

Watching the joyous farce playing out before his eyes, a smile slowly formed on Wang Yao's lips, and a long-lost sense of happiness arose from the bottom of his heart.

This feeling is actually quite good.

At this moment, Zhao Yun, who had been silent the whole time, saw that the healing was over, so he came over gently and asked in a low voice: "What are your plans next?"

Wang Yao turned his head and looked at Zhao Yun, who was sitting next to him with a serious face. He was silent for a moment, then looked up at the starry night sky with a complicated expression and said, "Hold on."

"hold fast?"

"Yes, now all we can do is hold on to the first defense tower and prevent the enemy's troops from advancing."

It was not until this moment that Wang Yao suddenly realized that his decision had become exactly the same as what Zhuge Liang had said at the beginning.

I still remember when the Wu State first invaded, before preparing to enter the canyon, Zhuge Liang once said that the only thing to do was to defend the defense tower.

From the beginning to the end, Zhuge Liang was right. Perhaps the great military strategist had foreseen everything.

Just like when you are in a disadvantageous situation, if you want to win, you have to be patient and have the perseverance to persist. Watching the situation and waiting for changes may seem like a useless effort, but it is actually the best strategy.

At this time, you can only wait patiently for the enemy to reveal a flaw.

Also, waiting for the distant heroes to return.
only.

God knows when Luna will be able to come back.

(End of this chapter)