Chapter 769: If she lives, he also lives

"Good!" An Yinan nodded, walked a few steps outward, then turned her body slightly and looked back at Siweike, "No need to go easy on me. Trust me, I can survive."

"Also..."

"Believe in yourself, you can survive."

If she lives, he also lives.

If she dies, there will be no one left in the world who can cure the Cold Poison.

Then... let the devil instructor of the Gun King Special Training be buried with her.

She, An Yinan, is no saint, nor is she so overflowing with compassion; she has kept the grudge of being forced into the Gun King Special Training deep in her heart.

Lao Weiya's eyes narrowed deeply, then he watched the back that was walking further and further away.

Old friend's blood, entering my soul? Is this the ancient mystery of Huaxia?

Aila reached out her hand, wanting to grab An Yinan, wanting her to explain clearly.

But Siweike's voice sounded from the side, "No need to make things difficult for her."

He smiled lightly, then looked at the worried-looking Aila, "Believe in her, and also believe in my life."

"Siweike, you are not a person who believes in fate!" Aila was somewhat annoyed, then shouted loudly, her face full of anxiety, without any concealment—where was that terrifying devil now?

At this moment, Aila was more like a child, a stubborn child wanting to obtain something!

But...

The parent does not agree!

"Indeed, I do not believe in fate." Siweike laughed out loud, only his gaze looking at the monitor became somewhat deep.

"But... I believe in affection."

He believes in Lao Weiya, just as he believes in a father.

In this world, there are not many things he is attached to; Lao Weiya, who is like a teacher and a father, and Aila, who is like a younger brother—as long as they are here, he has the courage and motivation to live on.

Every time he was about to give up, that torture of alternating cold and heat made his body feel as if it were about to explode; he bit his teeth tightly, blood constantly dripping from the corners of his mouth, merging with the fiery red Volcanic Spring, showing no sign of anything unusual.

But in his mind, he replayed Lao Weiya's teachings and Aila's reliance over and over again; he had to persist.

Now...

He believes in affection.

It is something he once scoffed at, yet now he ridiculously believes in it.

Aila looked at Siweike, then sighed, "As long as you know what you're doing; if it doesn't work, just go easy on her, she is already very strong."

Only if An Yinan lives can Siweike live.

"Go easy on her?" Siweike raised his head and looked at the simple-minded Aila, "She wouldn't be willing."

In her eyes, he saw stubbornness and pride; how could a person with that personality allow him to go easy on her?

"How was it?" Chen Xun looked at the person who returned and asked worriedly.

An Yinan shook her head, "How is it? Does it still hurt?"

The Small Silver Pill she brought out now is produced by Xiaoyin and is definitely not an ordinary item; unlike common Pills, its efficacy is doubled.

"It doesn't hurt." Chen Xun hurriedly replied, looking at his wife's expression, not knowing if she would be angry.

She glanced at him and immediately saw through his thoughts, sighing helplessly, "I know you care about me, but you must also believe in me."

"You should know, I can do it," she said softly.

Chen Xun lowered his head, his hand gently hooking her palm, "Nan Nan, it was an instinctive reaction. I cannot predict whether you can react in time, and I don't want to gamble on that possibility."

"Nan Nan, believing in you and wanting to protect you are not the same thing. I cannot face it rationally."

He knew clearly that getting injured would make Nan Nan angry, but...

He couldn't afford to gamble!

"Assemble!" A gunshot pulled everyone's heart and soul directly over.

Zhang Qian and the friend from Pakistan walked over, helped Chen Xun up, and walked over together with An Yinan.

Chen Xun's arm looked quite miserable, entirely blood-red, to the point where one couldn't even tell what the wound looked like.

Several hostile countries had excited gazes flashing in their eyes.

Chen Xun!

A soldier ranked high on the Soldier King Ranking; as long as he is crippled, everyone else's ranking will move up. On the Soldier King Ranking, a single position determines one's value.

"The third stage, jungle melee!" Siweike scanned the circle, as if he were not the person who had just been emotionally agitated.

"Get on the truck!" Aila shouted.

When his voice fell, several people couldn't help but tremble; they were mainly still suffering from lingering fear of that demonic sound entering their ears.

A large military truck stopped directly in front of everyone, and they scrambled to climb up. More than forty people were squeezed onto the large truck. Chen Xun and Zhang Qian protected An Yinan behind them, and the friend from Pakistan also leaned against them.

On the side of the truck, there was the roar of a row of motorcycles. On the back seat of each motorcycle sat a person holding a gun, firing three shots into the sky—"Bang! Bang! Bang!"—accompanied by loud mocking laughter.

The expressions of the people on the truck turned ugly.

How could they not understand those taunts? But in the current situation, they couldn't say anything.

An Yinan stood in a corner, holding onto Chen Xun, looking at the person firing the gun beside her. Hmm... a bit familiar. Isn't that the grenade thrower who taught her how to shoot?

Can they even have secondary employment?

That naked gaze made the person wearing the black mask slow down his shooting by half a beat. He was a bit stunned; what was she trying to do with that look of meeting an old acquaintance?

"Get off the truck." Following Aila's words, those gun barrels pointed directly at the truck and started firing.

"Bastards!"

"Hahaha, look at those pieces of trash, only capable of jumping around." Those Black-Clad Men laughed loudly one by one.

An Yinan was already in a corner; with a flip, she jumped down directly. Chen Xun and Zhang Qian followed closely behind, and the friend from Pakistan was a bit slower, but he also caught up quickly.

"Hi!" She waved her hand.

The corners of the mouth of the person in the black mask twitched involuntarily beneath the fabric for a moment.

She had actually recognized him; how did she manage to recognize him when he had become like this?

However...

"Melee!"

"Only those who survive... can make it to the end." Siweike narrowed his eyes as he looked at the people standing in front; there were only forty-some people left, each of them wearing tattered clothes and bearing more or less some injuries, which showed that the previous three rounds had not been easy for them.

"As for those who died, let them stay in this forest."

After Siweike finished speaking, a demonic smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, which did not match his scholarly air.

"Now, change into your gear." He pointed to a pile of equipment; every piece of equipment had a code on it, and all the codes corresponded exactly to the survivors.

An Yinan found her number, changed quickly, and put on the headset with practiced ease, but when she touched the headset, she discovered it was not the one she had used before; she took it off to examine it carefully for a few moments, found no differences, and put it back on.