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    Interstellar Trainer

    Two days later, Li Xin came back dragging his slightly tired body.

    She opened the door, her eyes too sleepy to open.

    However, at first glance, she still noticed that the identification documents on the table had been touched but not taken away.

    Could it be that Eli didn’t want it?Or…just when Li Xin had a vague premonition, the door facing her was opened, revealing half of Eli’s cheek.

    “You, are you back?” He seemed a little awkward and slowly moved out from behind the door, “I can’t leave now.”

    He scratched his hair and lowered his head, not daring to look at Li Xin.

    Li Xin really wanted to tie him up and throw him out.

    But she didn’t have the strength for the time being, so she didn’t reply. She simply waited for Eli to explain his reasons so that she could make a decision.

    Seeing that Li Xin remained silent, Eli coughed and said in a low voice: “I still have some… things to deal with. I can’t use my power for a short time. It’s safest to be with you.”

    He paused and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Li Xin: “How long?” Eli was stunned and couldn’t help but look up at her.

    “I asked you how long you would stay.”

    Probably due to sleepiness, Li Xin patiently repeated it again.

    Eli hurriedly stretched out a finger: “One month, one month will be enough!” He promised emphatically, with a bit of real joy in it, but he almost reached out and swore.

    Li Xin nodded without saying more, “I understand.”

    After saying that, he threw the dusty coat on the ground and walked into Room 7 unsteadily.

    These two days have been really, really tiring.

    After Li Xin fell on the bed and fell asleep, Eli, who was standing outside, moved and walked to the coat.

    He knelt down and picked up the clothes.

    There was not only dust on the coat, but also some blood stains, but they were soaked into the black fabric and could not be seen at all.

    Eli lowered his head, buried his face in his coat, twitched his nose and took a sniff.

    When he looked up again, the expression on his face had become calm and indifferent.

    He dusted off his coat and hung it on the chair.

    “Sleep well.”

    He whispered softly, turned around, and a very light smile appeared on his lips.

    Indescribably beautiful.

    “Border?!” Berg slammed the table in disbelief, with anger flashing in his eyes, “Why should I go there?” Lance sat steadily in front of him, holding a cowhide scroll in his hand and looking at it carefully, showing no reaction to his rage.

    “Besides going there, do you have any other choice?” He closed the scroll leisurely, with a faint smile on his face.

    It was a smile like this that gave Berg a chill.

    “What mistake did I make?” Berg took a step back unconsciously, his voice weakening.

    “Wrong?” Lance put the scroll aside, stood up and looked at him gently, “You didn’t make a mistake.”

    He walked out of the desk and came to Berg, his eyes firmly locked on his eyes.

    “You…” He leaned forward and got close to Berg’s ear, “Damn it.”

    The word cruel was like a sharp edge, sliding heavily through Berg’s heart.

    His eyes widened suddenly and his pupils shrank, as if he was particularly unfamiliar with this kind of Lance.

    Lance patted his shoulder and said softly, “Just wait. When he comes back, you will be the first to die.” “You were the one who let him out.”

    “I’ll be watching with my eyes wide open.”

    Every word struck Berg’s sore spot hard, bringing his already fragile defense to the brink of collapse.

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