C97 Secret
Lu Yu couldn't resist poking Ma Loong's thigh with his finger, feeling the surprising resilience of his muscle.
"Snap!"
Ma Loong, irritable, swatted Lu Yu's hand away. The soldier who had been at death's door just a moment ago on the bed was now standing on the floor, walking out of the bedroom as if nothing had happened.
Ma Loong's stride was slightly unsteady