As the sun rises, the temperature also increases.
It's not yet autumn, and under the tail of the scorching summer, this damn weather can sap some of the warriors' mental strength.
It's really tormenting.
Mo Shangjun, covered in camouflaged branches and weeds, found a suitable spot, lay down on the ground, and remained motionless, regardless of how harshly the sun blazed down, how hot the weather, or how bothersome the mosquitoes were. She stayed still, as if she had taken root like a plant.
Ya Tianxing circled nearby, nearly missing Mo Shangjun when he returned.
Upon spotting Mo Shangjun lying there, he went over, directly pressed down on her helmet, pushing her head a bit lower, "No need to enter combat mode so quickly, take a rest."
"Hand."
Mo Shangjun didn't move but uttered a single word.
Ya Tianxing removed his hand.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Mo Shangjun slowly turned her head, as if even this small movement consumed a great deal of her energy.
