Chapter 145 Throbbing
Wang Yao's face was very dark. Although it was night, the soldiers passing by could still see the depression like a dark cloud on his face.

That stinky old man Huang Zhong actually wants to move in with them?!
If God is willing to give Wang Yao another chance, he will definitely say: No way! !
Wang Yao was not a man who held grudges. Although he did not like Huang Zhong's overbearing style, and although Huang Zhong had rudely sent him a mine just today, weren't all heroes so bad-tempered? Wang Yao would not argue with them. As the saying goes, anger without strength is meaningless.

But the point is, it was clearly just a world for him and Luna, so why did Huang Zhong shamelessly come up and act as a light bulb?!
Just think about it, when I was enjoying the company of Luna, there was a gray-haired, chicken-skinned face staring at me coldly.
Who the hell can stand this?!
Thinking of this, Wang Yao couldn't help but secretly glance at Luna beside him. After nearly a month of not seeing her, the girl's face became more and more beautiful, the kind that made people like her more and more the more they looked at her. The only thing that made Wang Yao a little depressed was that this silly girl, who had always been a little slow in reaction, now had a happy face and didn't notice Wang Yao's resentful eyes at all.

"Girl, that..." For the sake of their future sweet world of two, Wang Yao hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to see if he could make up for his loss.

"What's wrong?" Luna turned around and brushed the soft hair hanging on her cheek.

The moment Wang Yao saw the charming smile on the girl's flawless face, he felt as if he had been electrocuted, and the courage he had mustered with great difficulty collapsed.

"I want to ask, how did you know Huang Zhong?" When Wang Yao said this, his smile was extremely forced, and he felt extremely depressed in his heart.

Wang Yao, you are such a fool with no self-control! !
"Uncle is an old acquaintance of our family's elders. He has practically watched me grow up. It's not strange that we know each other, right?" After a pause, Luna said coquettishly with some resentment, "Ayao, you can't always call heroes by their names like this, especially uncle. He has loved me the most since I was a child and never let me suffer any hardship. So, you have to call him uncle!"

After saying that, Luna's pretty face turned slightly red, and then she turned her head away meaningfully, no longer looking at Wang Yao.

Does this mean that this 'uncle' is also equivalent to Luna's guardian and future 'surrogate father-in-law'?

Wang Yao laughed. He obviously understood what the silly girl meant, but his smile was extremely unnatural, as if someone was pinching the flesh on his thigh and he had to force a smile. "I think that stinky old man... Uh, uncle doesn't like soldiers."

"Eh? How do you know that uncle doesn't like soldiers?" Luna was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "But don't worry, uncle will definitely like you. You are different from other soldiers."

Haha, if it were really different, this stinky old guy wouldn't have thrown a mine at him without hesitation after knowing him for less than half an hour!

Wang Yao smiled bitterly.

At this point, Wang Yao had nothing to say. If Huang Zhong really had watched Luna grow up, then no matter how much he said now, it seemed that he could not save the dire situation of "three people living together".

The wood has been made into a boat, and all that remains is how far it can be rowed.

Wang Yao sighed resignedly.

After bringing Luna back to the high ground, the three lines of troops were already passing through the teleportation array one by one and returning to Jingzhou under the command of the management.

The high ground was packed with people, and the soldiers, numbering more than five figures, were all excited and full of laughter.

The war was won, but few people mourned for the soldiers who died in the war and were buried forever in the canyon.

"Captain Yao Qian." A shouting voice came from the crowd.

Wang Yao stopped and saw Wang Ping, the captain of the 13th troop, walking towards him. Behind him were Zhao Yun, Maomao, Fei Yi, Shi Liang and Xiao Ye.

"Captain Yao Qian, why did you come back to the high ground so late?" Wang Ping smiled and bowed to Wang Yao, his sunken eyes full of sincerity: "In the afternoon, you killed three Wu Guohong soldiers who were about to attack me on the road in time. I came here specially to thank you for saving my life."

"The captain has been waiting for you on the high ground for almost three hours. We thought something happened to you." Maomao complained, but her tone and expression were happier than anyone else.

"It's just a small favor. You don't have to be so polite. If other soldiers were in danger, I would definitely rescue them to the best of my ability." Wang Yao responded to Wang Ping's enthusiasm with a smile.

Having said that, Wang Yao felt a little sad because he suddenly realized that he would not save every soldier when they were in danger. Wang Ping was a captain and an elite who was different from ordinary soldiers, so Wang Yao would go out of his way to save him in the chaotic battlefield where he could die at any time.

But what really made Wang Yao sad was a certain desire that was brewing in his heart.

"Ah! You are Lady Luna?!"

At this moment, Wang Ping's frightened voice interrupted Wang Yao's thoughts.

Wang Ping knelt on one knee in fear and said in a tone that he had made a big mistake: "I deserve to die. I just offended you unintentionally."

No matter what time it is, heroes are the ones with the highest status, equivalent to the princes in a dynasty. However, Wang Ping just focused all his attention on Wang Yao and didn't notice that Luna was behind him.

"It's okay, you don't have to be so reserved." Luna smiled faintly.

If you had to choose the most humble and humane hero in the King's Continent, then the gentle Luna would definitely be the choice. Even Zhao Yun has never taken the initiative to get close to any soldier other than Wang Yao.

And in a place where no one noticed, looking at Luna and Wang Yao who were smiling at each other, Maomao's originally bright eyes suddenly dimmed, as dark as the night sky above his head.

Afterwards, because of Luna's presence, Wei Yan did not dare to show too much, and soon prepared to lead his troops back to Jingzhou at the request of his subordinates.

"This time, I owe you a life. If you need the Thirteenth Army in the future, just let me know. Even if it means going through fire and water, Wang Ping will definitely repay you for your kindness." These were the words Wang Ping left before he left.

The night wind blows, chilling people’s hearts.

"You saved him just for this?" The almost inaudible question secretly reached Wang Yao's ears.

Wang Yao turned his gaze from Wang Ping's departing figure to Zhao Yun, but did not speak. Instead, he turned his head and said to Fei Yi, "After returning to Jingzhou, check the personnel records and give 2 gold coins as compensation to the families of all the soldiers who died in this battle."

After a pause, Wang Yao added, "There are also Hu Fei and Ma Qing who died in the special attack team. They were your comrades in the same period, right? Their families will receive an extra 5 gold coins for compensation."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, Captain." Fei Yi's eyes glistened as he nodded gratefully and solemnly.

After patting Fei Yi's weak shoulders heavily, Wang Yao turned around and said to Maomao and Shi Liang Xiaoye: "Let's go back, the war is over!"

When I stepped into the transmission matrix, the long-lost feeling of coldness enveloped my whole body, as if I was in cold sea water.

In the darkness, the outline of the huge building that was located in the endless void of the universe but only Wang Yao could see was still looming.

"Let's go check it out next time."

Wang Yao thought so at this moment. He was in complicated mood. Too many things were entangled in his mind, like a pile of tangled silk threads.

Wang Yao's figure slowly passed through the transmission matrix.

And in the void world within the teleportation matrix, sad sighs can still be heard from the giant buildings with blurred outlines, like the sound of old bells being rung in ancient temples, long and distant, never stopping for a long time.

(End of this chapter)