Among the photographs, one was unmistakably
Fang Yuxuan in her angelic form.
Time... turned back to the morning three days earlier...
What Are You Looking At?!
After fiddling with the neural link device for a while, Yuxuan grew bored. With nothing else to do, she sat in the vehicle
and dozed off.
Nothing happened for the rest of the day. They stopped a few times, mainly because of road conditions. Country M
had a small population, so there were fewer people to mutate
and fewer Mutant Monsters as a result. The roads were relatively safe.
That was during the day, of course. Once night fell, the wilderness of Country M was no place for humans.
On July 3, at four in the afternoon, with two hours left before dark, the convoy stopped. Puzzled, Yuxuan asked around
and learned that whenever they ventured out,
they had to finish setting up camp two hours before nightfall.
It was nothing elaborate. They erected a few utility poles and hung powerful natural-light lamps from them, illuminating the entire camp
without leaving a trace of shadow.
Yuxuan had brought no tent on this trip. She had simply grabbed a knife and come along. The group had also forgotten
to prepare any camping gear for her.
With no other choice, she asked for a new sleeping bag and slept in the vehicle.
She pulled the blackout curtains shut. Those old soldiers were hardly a well-behaved bunch; some creep might try to peek.
Yuxuan did not mind being looked at,
but her body held a powerful allure for others. That was something she had always guarded against.
Seeing what she was doing, Little Knife said nothing. He got a sleeping bag and laid it out beside the vehicle, playing
the gallant protector. Little did he know...
with