Shi Yan turned off the unkempt switch, and he stood in front of the mist-covered glass mirror to dry his hair.

After changing into a (身shēn) outfit, he came out of the bathroom.

He is still living in the hospital ward, and the wound in his abdomen is almost healed, but because Shi Yan had had many ruptured wounds before, the doctor asked him to stay in the hospital to recuperate a little longer.

At this moment, Shi Yan had already packed all the luggage in the ward.

He walked out of the hospital room with a sports crossbody bag on his back.

At the door of the ward, the little nurse was already waiting for him.

"Have you really decided?" the little nurse asked him.

Shi Yan nodded.

The little nurse's voice was bright, like a cheerful bird flying into the blue sky

"There's never going back until you reach your dreams."

"I know."

The little nurse raised the corners of her lips and held out her hand to him.

"Welcome to the NES organization."

Shi Yan didn't stretch out his hand, he asked, "Aren't you from the Red (Riri) Hall?"

Before joining the organization, he had already investigated the organization.

The little nurse smiled, "No, we're NES"

Shi Yan followed the little nurse into the elevator, and the elevator reached the first floor.

After the elevator door opened again, Shi Yan looked up and saw a person standing at the door.

The young man looked to be no more than 20 years old, and he was dressed in black, with a trench coat hat over his head.

He raised his head, and his eyes, which had been covered by (yin) shadows, appeared in Shi Yan's field of vision, and Shi Yan saw a pair of eyes full of hatred.

He was amazed, how could anyone have such a look

This (yiny) cold hatred seems to be born from the pile of dead bodies, this man in a trench coat and hat, young, but as if he has some blood feud with the whole world,

The little nurse walked forward, and she introduced herself to Shi Yan

"His name is Moxiao, and he is our companion."

"Feast." Shi Yan reported his name, and Mo Xiao's cold gaze swept over his face.

He didn't seem to be interested in the new Shi Feast, and his mission tonight was just to take them away, and he wasn't here to meet new people.

The little nurse walked up to the Ink Owl and asked him, "Ink Owl, are your injuries healed?"

As she spoke, she reached out to lift the hem of the ink owl's clothes, but the other party opened her hand.

However, the little nurse still saw that the gunshot wound on Mo Xiao's waist and abdomen had healed, leaving only a rose-colored scar.

The little nurse didn't mind, she turned her head to Shi Yan and said, "Let's go"

They left the hospital, and the backs of the three soon disappeared into the night

In the deepest and intense night, there was no starlight in the dark sky.

The night wind was howling, and the forest sea swayed out layers of waves.

Although Jinling is more southerly than the capital, in the Jinling Military Region, which is located on the outskirts, the temperature here at night is 5 or 6 degrees lower than in the city.

Hou Tingfu (身shēn) was wearing a heavy wedding dress with 18 layers of yarn, and although her legs were not cold, the upper half (body shēn) was about to freeze in the cold wind.

Although the wedding dress is long-sleeved, it is only a thin layer, and it can't stop the temperature of 5 or 6 degrees at all.

What's more, there are constantly mountain winds blowing into the military area, and the biting cold wind makes the muscles (flesh rou) on her face frozen and unable to move.

The snow-white veil danced in the wind, and the fluttering skirt was like the aurora falling on the night.

Hou Tingfu lowered her waist and took off her high heels, and her feet wearing only stockings stepped on the cold ground, and the cold hit the soles of her feet, and she shivered.

But it's better than her wearing 15-centimeter heels and standing in the cold wind all the time.