My Boyfriend Is A Dragon - Chapter 140 - Genuine Wounds
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Chapter 140 - Genuine Wounds

Chapter 140: Genuine Wounds

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Just as Xu Lan got up from the ground, his brain shut down abruptly like a computer and he lost all consciousness. When he finally regained his senses, he was already inside a coffin-like room.

“Ss!” The pain on Xu Lan’s body caused him to take a sudden breath of cold air.

‘Clang.’ Bai Wu – who was pouring some water – ran over immediately and threw his hands around Xu Lan, saying, “Papa! You’re awake! Thank heavens!”

“Where am I?” Xu Lan’s brain was not fully functioning as a result of the pain.

“You’re in a protected s.p.a.ce. It’s alright now. Thank the heavens, Papa finally woke up,” Bai Wu exclaimed emotionally.

“If I got injured during the mission, will I be injured for real?” Xu Lan curiously asked amidst all the pain.

“Yes. Those who die in the mission die for real.” Bai Wu wanted to see the extent of Xu Lan’s injury but since he was afraid to make any rash movements, all he could do was sit helplessly beside Xu Lan.

“Tsk! I’d like to know who rules over this dimension and whether he or she is a deity or a demon! I can’t believe the twistedness of their ways.” Xu Lan sneered.

At first, he thought that the scene in front of him was an illusion produced by utilizing brain waves. He never expected that the bullets would actually be embedded in his body. It was likely that the dimension – during its commencing of the events – had a certain capacity to heal people and ensure that those who complete the mission would not lose their lives.

Still, it was f*cking painful!

Bai Wu exchanged one thousand and seven hundred gold coins with some especially efficacious medicine for Xu Lan. Bai Wu trembled uncontrollably, he could feel a scalding coal-like heat emanating from Xu Lan’s st.u.r.dy muscles as the medicine was applied.

“How long did I sleep? Is everything okay on your side?” With the white long sleeve hung on Xu Lan’s neck, he asked with his back facing Bai Wu.

Bai Wu stepped down from the bed and placed the ointment on the table. He then grasped his clenched fist and said, “Not long after we came back, Papa was sent back. It’s eight at night now, so Papa has slept for about two hours. The ex-elder of the place, Uncle Ji, managed to get ten thousand gold coins and left the place. Along the way, another two people died. Just before you returned, two men and one woman were sent in here.”

“The day hasn’t ended yet?” Xu Lan asked suspiciously. It was clear to him that he spent over a month in the Grand Firearm City, but when he came back it was only night time. How then, was time calculated in the dimension?

“The place we’re staying at and the place where the missions are executed are completely disconnected from each other. They don’t affect each other. Papa, go back to bed. I’ll go visit the three people that just came.” Bai Wu had a general idea of Xu Lan’s misgivings about the situation and so explained to him softly.

“Eh? Wait for me, I’d like to get some air too.” Seeing that Bai Wu was about to leave, Xu Lan removed the short sleeve from neck and called out.

Back at Grand Firearm City, all Xu Lan knew was shooting practice. It was the same thing over and over again, day and night. Not only was he unable to rest, he was afraid to rest. Everyone there resembled emotionless puppets.

A sharp pain was felt in Xu Lan’s thigh and soon enough he tumbled down the bed. All of a sudden, white smoke filled the room as the lightning-quick Bai Wu ran over to hold Xu Lan up.

“F*ck! When was I shot in the calf and abdomen?” Xu Lan cursed.

“Papa!”

“Haha, it’s alright. So much of my body is in pain, I couldn’t notice them all at once. I’d like to look around too and see who the next elder is.” Xu Lan let out a hearty laugh when he saw that Bai Wu had a worried look.

Bai Wu said nothing further. He held in his anger and walked over to the mud brick house just beside – it was where everyone else was residing. Xu Lan wanted to ask why the rest of them chose to live in the damp and cramped mud brick house instead of the small Western-style cottage just beside Sheng Ya’s residence. Later on, he found out that the cottage was used for pa.s.sing judgment.

At all once, some twenty pairs of eyes looked at a man who was walking in.

“Elder, here you are.”