Nie Yun looked at Old Yang, surprised, and asked, "Uncle Yang, do you know my father?"
Old Yang waved his hand and said, "Hurry and give Diandian some water!"
Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Nie Yun carefully picked up the water cup.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet swayed.
Nie Yun stumbled, and half of the water in the cup spilled out.
"This stinking brat..."
Old Yang looked out the window. Chu Tian was moving forward, step by small step.
The steel plates beneath their feet were advancing at a minuscule speed.
Nie Yun quickly took the remaining water to the bedside.
Diandian was drinking greedily.
She turned her head and also looked out the window.
At this moment, Chu Tian had already taken off his upper garment and draped it around his neck.
His fair upper body was exposed.
The whiteness of it made even Nie Yun envious.
Chu Tian had been wearing a sun-protection suit since he arrived.
He wore the hood of the sun-protection suit on his head,
the kind with a black curtain in the front.
Therefore, Nie Yun had not truly seen Chu Tian's face until now.
Seeing Chu Tian's back now, though slightly thin, his muscles were perfectly sculpted.
It was comparable to Old Yang's physique.
Old Yang's muscles were not developed,
but he possessed immense strength.
Although Chu Tian's back wasn't enough to stir the emotions of a woman who had just lost her husband,
Nie Yun was curious about what Chu Tian looked like.
Thinking back to last night, when he removed the insects for her...
Her face involuntarily flushed.
"Mom... why is your face so red? Are you sick too?"
Diandian's voice, ill-timed, rang out.
Old Yang turned his head to look at her, then at Chu Tian outside.
He chuckled, "Heh heh..."
"Uncle Yang..." Nie Yun wished she could burrow into a crack in the ground.
Unfortunately, her feet were planted on a steel plate over ten centimeters thick.
Old Yang suppressed his laughter and turned his gaze back outside.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
This Chu Tian had pretty good comprehension.
He had found the technique for applying force so quickly.
"Faster... you t..."
At that moment, Chu Tian collapsed onto the ground like a dead dog, no longer wanting to get up.
Old Yang walked over and kicked him.
He shouted for him to get up and then followed him, performing strange movements.
They were slow and soft, resembling yoga in Chu Tian's eyes.
There were only three movements, but they were only completed after the setting of eight suns.
Strangely, the soreness in his muscles, which had been present before, began to feel itchy and tingly as he followed Old Yang in these three movements.
After completing them all, although the muscle soreness hadn't disappeared,
it had improved considerably compared to before.
At this point, Nie Yun came over with the instant noodles.
These were what Chu Tian had left in the tent.
However, there were only two bowls, one for Old Yang and one for Nie Yun.
Chu Tian glared, thinking: What's going on? I finished training but don't get food?
Aren't these provisions the ones I took out?
"What are you staring at? Get the shoes out, Diandian is waiting to eat, hurry and roast them!"
"You're not going to let Diandian eat this junk food, are you?"
Old Yang could tell that instant noodles were junk food.
Chu Tian hadn't expected this at all.
Seeing Old Yang's stern gaze,
Chu Tian felt a pang of misery.
Why was he so foolish to want to learn spear techniques from him?
Now he couldn't complain.
Alas...
It was all because he had once been infatuated with spear techniques.
Old Yang's spear techniques were truly formidable.
Endure... I will endure you!
Chu Tian was sulking, not saying a word.
It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but he felt his throat had become stuck together.
Under the scorching heat of the nine suns, he hadn't drunk water all day.
His throat was so dry it felt like it was smoking.
He produced a bottle of water and gulped it down.
Then, with a shift of his mind, a giant scorpion appeared.
He then took out a military machete.
Just as Chu Tian was wondering if the knife could cut through it,
Old Yang took the machete from his hand.
With a few clicks, he pried open the joint of the scorpion's pincer.
The basin-sized pincer fell off with a "snap."
"You must roast it with the shell on, otherwise, the scorpion meat will burn instantly when it touches fire!"
He said, handing it to Chu Tian.
Then, carrying the machete, he leaped onto the scorpion's back.
He took out his water bag filled with a mysterious liquid.
At the base of the scorpion's tail stinger,
he poked with the tip of the knife for a long time.
Then, a few drops of a transparent liquid flowed out.
"Holy cow... the stuff you gave me to drink was this?"
As the liquid flowed out, a fragrant aroma wafted.
Upon smelling it, Chu Tian's eyes widened.
"This... the stuff in the scorpion's tail stinger isn't poisonous?"
Hearing his question, Old Yang chuckled, "You don't know about this, do you?"
"This is a treasure. A scorpion this big only has about five or six drops on its entire body."
"As for the poison, it's all here..."
He pointed with the tip of his knife to a spot just above the tail stinger.
"You damn kid, you drank three mouthfuls at once last time! Do you know how long I collected this?"
"This is crucial for saving lives at critical moments!"
Even without him saying it, Chu Tian knew it was good stuff.
The last time he fought the sand worms,
Old Yang had managed to hold out for so long thanks to this.
Otherwise, in such high-intensity combat,
stamina would have been a major issue.
Chu Tian took out the barbecue grill.
He planned to roast the scorpion pincer in a similar way to roasted oysters.
Of course, with vermicelli, minced garlic, and other ingredients.
He placed the pincer on the grill.
He took some hot water to rehydrate the vermicelli.
He prepared the minced garlic and seasonings.
Once the scorpion meat was cooked, they could eat.
After roasting for a while, Chu Tian didn't know how long it would take.
So he went to ask Nie Yun.
Nie Yun took a look and said it would take a bit longer, then stood beside Chu Tian.
She continuously asked him what the seasonings were for and so on.
After Chu Tian answered each question, Nie Yun took note of everything.
Then she told Chu Tian to go rest for a while.
She would handle the roasting...
Chu Tian was naturally happy to be idle, as the scorpion meat was delicious even without seasonings.
He figured that no matter how poorly she prepared it, she wouldn't ruin the original flavor.
Thus, he lay down directly on the steel plate, gazing at the stars in the sky.
It was a moment of pure bliss.
Slowly, he fell asleep.
He slept soundly.
He even dreamed of Luo Luo.
He dreamed he was being intimate with Luo Luo, caressing her smooth skin.
Holding her small hand and placing it on his chest to caress.
He led Luo Luo's hand, and with her slight struggles, he slowly slid it down his chest.
"Chu Tian..."
A call, and Chu Tian wondered why Luo Luo's voice sounded different.
Usually, Luo Luo would call him "gege" at this time.
She would even kick him.
Why this time, though she struggled, she didn't use violence?
And why did Luo Luo smell of minced garlic?
The next second, he jolted awake.
Opening his eyes, he saw Nie Yun's face, biting her lip.
She was kneeling beside him, her left hand still holding the large scorpion pincer.
The scent of minced garlic was emanating from it.
And her right hand...