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In Yeliang Mountain, a small passenger plane was dispatched from the headquarters not long after.

Knowing that Lu Yan was going on another mission, Director Li, who was far away in K City, hurried over by plane, holding a gift box in his hand.

"Doctor Lu!—Lu Yan!" After a few months, the bun on the top of his head became thinner. "We thought you were going back to K City, and we wanted to give you a surprise."

Lu Yan, who was about to board the plane, turned around and looked down at the gift box handed in front of him.

Director Li panted: "This is the honorary medal made by the headquarters. It was just shipped from the country, and the designer worked overtime for more than a month. Do you want to see it? Do you like it?"

Saying that, he opened the box.

The box was covered with a layer of red flannel, covering the medal.

The staff next to him handed over a metal stick.

Lu Yan took it and picked up the flannel. On the pure white substrate, lies the Medal of Glory made of black diamonds as the main body, and is matched with a dark ribbon stroked with gold lines. The overall style is graceful and luxurious. It can be called the great crystallization of human jewelry craftsmanship.

Even Lu Yan, who is interested in gemstones, has to admit that this medal is very beautiful.

Director Li wiped the sweat from his forehead: "During this production, the designer adopted the new technology of the Fifth Research Institute. Except for the main black diamond, the crystals around are all from the same source. Pollutants. It has a deterrent effect on pollutants with a pollution value of less than 3000, and has the effect of meditation, which can resist spiritual pollution to a certain extent.”

The Fifth Research Institute, as the world's largest manufacturer of mechanical weapons, is also responsible for the design and manufacture of armor.

Although the currently developed armor is difficult to meet the combat needs of the Apocalypse due to material and technical limitations, it is very effective in the field of mental protection.

For the convenience of wearing, there are two horse pins on the back of this medal.

[This medal, the first function is very tasteless. The second resistance to spiritual pollution is also wrong. ]

Lu Yan picked up the medal and said calmly, "It's good."

Since the severity of the disease has increased, Lu Yan's already indifferent mood has become more restrained. There is usually no mood swings throughout the day.

The moment he held it, Lu Yan really felt that his migraine was getting better and less, and the sound of the tide in his ears subsided a little.

The smile on Director Li's face is a joy from the heart: "You just like it."

If it is said that the strangers on the forum are Lu Yan's iron-blooded career fans, then Director Li himself is a big poisonous Wei. Hate to rob all the good stuff in the world and play marbles for Lu Yan.

Each liaison officer probably has the same mentality towards his own Apocalypse.

"Also, you applied for a few new arrows in your last report. There is no such material in the warehouse. The tyrant just took off his ribs. After getting the same, we ground his ribs with arrowheads, new ones. The arrows have a powerful armor-piercing effect and are also time corrosive. ‌Because of the lack of time. Only 7 arrows were made this time. The remaining keel is sharpening the scalpel..."

With that said, the staff on the side handed over a new quiver.

The system sneered: [Tang Xun'an, what a scheming dog man! How could he rip off his own skin to make a suit for you? ]

Lu Yan felt that if Tang Xun'an really shed his skin one day, it seemed possible.

He took the quiver and put it in his gear box.

[Yanyan why ‌ I spoke. ]

The system's voice was inexplicably aggrieved.

In order to take care of Ye Liangshan's emotions, there was no one on the special plane dispatched by the headquarters.

Ye Liangshan was terrified, leaned beside the liaison officer, and moved, his eyes were very round.

There is a kitchen on the plane. After a few days of training, Lu Yan has become a skilled dessert worker. The movement of smearing the cream on the cake is skillful and smooth, which is very pleasing to the eye.

He made two cakes today. One is the Hokkaido chiffon cake promised to Ye Liangshan. The cake is soft and dense, and the top is sprinkled with icing sugar and mint pieces. After tearing it open, there is a sweet milk syrup inside.

The other is a birthday cake, because two people eat it, it's a big slap.

Tang Xun'an is 103 years old today. Lu Yan was originally very concerned, but the system started to feel strangely yin and yang very early in the morning. One time it was "Old Ji Fuzheng, ambition is a thousand miles away", and another time it was "A tree of pear blossoms pressing a begonia", so that he wanted to know. Both are difficult.

According to the headquarters, Tang Xun'an will also come to watch the unblocking of the kingdom of God. He hasn't finished his annual leave yet, and he is where Lu Yan is, very leisurely.

Tang Xun'an celebrated his birthday. As he gets older, there are fewer and fewer relatives living in the world. At this time in previous years, I was on a mission, and even on the way to a mission, I was naturally not in the mood to celebrate.

What's more, age is meaningless. But this year, there is something similar, he is in love with Lu Yan.

Tang Xun'an knew what he should expect.

The special plane from the headquarters landed on a patrol ship in the waters of Dongzhou.

Today, the sea breeze is strong and it is raining. Lu Yan, who was blown by the strong wind, opened his eyes.

Lu Yan was holding the cake box in his arms, and before he could see who was coming, he was surrounded by a familiar atmosphere.

Tang Xun'an opened his wings and covered Lu Yan under his own.

Although ‌is a furry touch, it is ‌‌ warm.

System: [That's because your body temperature is lower than normal, and normal temperature water is very hot for you. ]

Lu Yan pursed his lips and handed him the cake: "Happy birthday."

Tang Xun'an's mouth curled up, unable to hold back, he lightly bit Lu Yan's earlobe: "Thank you Yanyan."

There was a shallow bite mark on the round earlobe.

System: [He looks like a dog. ]

Lu Yan felt that Tang Xun'an really looked like a dog sometimes, especially the fact that he was keen to leave marks on him.

‌He acquiesced.

The staff next to him murmured as he passed by: "Fortunately, I am blind."

Ye Liangshan stepped off the special plane, the familiar smell of sea water in his nose. It was salty and wet, and the hull broke the waves, splashing waves of foam.

He is an extreme diver by profession and once dived to a depth of 113 meters without any protective measures.

It is said that all living things come from the sea, some people are afraid of the sea, and some people are obsessed with the sea.

There is no doubt that Ye Liangshan is the latter.

He stood on the edge of the deck, looking down at the deep blue sea, so excited that he was dizzy.

In front of him is an endless sea fog, milky white, like clouds falling from the sky.

In the sea fog, there was a hazy music, like a siren singing.

At the beginning, the two A-level apocalypse blew themselves up. The source of pollution in the body was released, forming the sea fog that blocked the Jiajia.

Over the decades, the sea fog has become thicker and thicker, isolating the sun.

Xie Haiqing stood behind Ye Liangshan, worried: "Xiao Ye, can you do it? It would be too reluctant..."

Ye Liangshan turned his head to the side and smiled suddenly.

On his face, there was finally a shadow of the air of the past.

"The ocean is my domain." Ye Liangshan rested his hand on the edge of the railing, "Also, I'm eighty-seven years older than you."

He rolled over and jumped off the boat.

Xie Haiqing stretched out his hand and tried to grab him, but only touched a corner of his clothes.

The deck was nearly thirty meters above sea level, but Ye Liangshan jumped into the sea, but there was only a low splash.

The next moment, Xie Haiqing's ear, a ‌‌ sounded.

Lu Yan naturally heard the tweet.

As if feeling something, he turned to look at the sea.

The sea fog was still thick, but at the edge, the fog condensed into a line and submerged into the seabed, as if someone had taken a sip with a straw.

The system's tone is rarely serious: [‌Whale **** Chuan, so romantic. ]

The torrential rain on the sea had stopped, and at dusk, the sun penetrated the clouds. The sea is sparkling gold.

The patrol ship followed Ye Liangshan and headed towards Jia.

Lu Yan asked, "Can he finish eating?"

The system thought for a while, and replied: [Maybe in a short time, I won't be able to eat the food you made. If I eat it all, I will be very tired and sleepy. Fortunately, the sea fog is indeed vanilla ice cream. ]

In the sky, several aerial photography helicopters flew.  Near the headquarters is making a documentary for the general public, so that everyone can learn more about the Apocalypse and their contributions. This will probably be an important picture inside.

When most of the Apocalypse perform tasks, it is difficult to leave video data.

If it was Zhou Qiming's game, probably many people would have noticed it, and sometimes the danger has passed by itself several times.

The efforts of generations of Apocalypse have maintained the fragile balance between the two camps, so that everyone can live a trivial but peaceful life as before.

Lu Yan's room was arranged in the same dormitory.

The ship is at sea all the year round, the signal is good, and knowing that Lu Yan has a leg, Tang Xun'an looks very apologetic: "I'm sorry. There are few empty rooms on the ship, so we can only arrange two people to live in bunk beds. ."

The environment of the dormitory is clean and tidy, the quilt is soft and smells incense, and you can still see the sea view when you open the curtains, which is not too bad.

Tang Xun'an tried the weight of the bed and chose to lie on the ground to sleep.

Lu Yan was leaning against the bed, watching while writing a paper on the paper.

Although the system said that it is difficult to summarize the plan for removing the pollution source, Lu Yan still intends to record the operation of several operations and write a paper for others to learn. The latter case has now been written.

After all, no one can do this operation except him.

In this day and age, the only thing that makes me happy when writing a thesis is probably to translate it in foreign language.

The first district has long been the center of the world, and the level of pollution prevention and control is much higher than that of the country.

He wrote his thesis very seriously, and Tang Xun was disturbed by Anshe. While waiting, he counted Lu Yan's eyelashes.

At the thirteenth count, Lu Yan finally stopped typing on the keyboard.

Lu Yan went to the bathroom and changed into pajamas, wearing plush slippers, and was about to go to bed when his ankle was quietly hooked.

"Words..."

The tip of Tang Xun'an's tail was rubbing against him, and it was itchy.

Lu Yan thought of a word at the right time, begging for joy.

If it was a normal situation, he would probably refuse. After all, Lu Yan also became hard.

However, since the last time he vomited blood suddenly, the fish scales on his body have not retreated.

Just like when Tang Xun'an's disease was too severe, he controlled his dragon-like state.

Because the disease was over, Lu Yan also controlled the distortion of his body. The area near his tail vertebrae was still itchy, as if something was about to happen.

Lu Yan didn't tell anyone about his state.

He pursed his lips and let Tang Xun'an move. But when the dragon's tail swept across the obviously abnormal skin, Tang Xun'an's expression froze.

Tang Xun'an suddenly stood up from the ground, unbuttoned Lu Yan's button, and clearly saw the golden fish scales covering his body.

There were bloodstains like crescent moons floating on the skin under the scales, which was purpura caused by subcutaneous hemorrhage.

Tang Xun'an's expression became very silent, and in his tone was the panic he had noticed: "Have you brought the medicine? Let's go back to the Third Research Institute."

"‌Use."

Tang Xun'an took his hand: "Don't be afraid, someone will hurt you. Trust me."

Lu Yan didn't answer, just looked at him calmly. A red moon was reflected in his eyes, and his demeanor changed quite a bit.

Tang Xun'an said that he wondered where the change was, but he just thought Lu Yan's expression was unfamiliar.

Like when I first saw him.

‌It was the first time this year, and the first time it was eighty-four years ago.

With Yu Zhizhi's life capsule, he saw Lu Yan in the snow.

The other party's expression was as cold as the wind and snow in the sky, but he was heartbroken because of it.

Lu Yan lowered his eyes and said, "‌Use the Third Research Institute, come home with me."