The dagger in his hand was still stained with flowing blood, and the sharp blade instantly pierced into the opponent's heart. Twisting the handle of the knife so that the tip of the knife could still stir.
"Ah..." The sharp scream became the last note of the battle. Xia Jinyuan kept fixing the opponent's mind with his iron arms, and then entangled the opponent's chest with his legs, locking his arms that he could struggle with, even if Hearing the screams from the mercenary's mouth did not make him feel relieved.
These people should be killed!
Xia Jinyuan kept the posture of cutting and killing, entangled the target from the initial fierce struggle to the weak resistance, until the "babble" sound in his throat disappeared, and Xia Jinyuan calmly let go of his hands and feet.
He stood up, and the whole bushes centered on him seemed like a hurricane passing by, some bushes were pulled out even the roots.
"Ye Jian." He raised his voice, his voice was calm and steady, and he walked step by step with a mountain of calmness, until he came to the fighting center that was also like a hurricane passing by. In the dim light, Xia Jinyuan listened to the rapid breathing. The sound found Ye Jian.
She was sitting leaning against the tree, her slender body became one with the tree and the night, if it weren't for the sound of breathing, he would not have found her.
Approaching, approaching, and then slowly bending down, squatting and looking straight at her, "How about? Do you have the strength to stand up again."
Both of them exuded a strong smell of rust. Ye Jian blinked and looked at the man in the dark with bright eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled and said, "It's all okay, but a little prostration."
Yes, the voice is steady, there is no trembling, no fear, and no panic. It is better than fighting in Pakistan last time.
Xia Jinyuan, who was originally facing her, adjusted her position, sat down shoulder to shoulder with Ye Jian, stretched out her hand to wrap her shoulders, put her head on her shoulders, and then held her shoulders tightly. Taking a break, the efficiency is good. From the first goal to the end, we spent an hour and a half."
"You are calculating the time." Ye Jian took a deep, deep breath, and then took a long, slowly spit out, "You can still calculate the time, I have been thinking about how to solve the other party."
Xia Jinyuan smiled and said softly and gently: "I have time in my heart, and I don't need to calculate to know it." Turning her head, the tip of her handsome nose rubbed against her hairline, and asked her, "Are there any injuries?"
"This year's arm has been plagued by disasters. The injury happened, and it scratched again, hurting her right arm." Ye Jian looked up and pressed his lips to her forehead, "What about you, is there anything wrong?"
At this moment, even the mountain breeze was quiet, the sound of crickets sounded again, and the stunned birds returned to their nests. Except for the blood in the air, everything was so peaceful and leisurely.
Xia Jinyuan kissed her forehead lightly. At this second, he could feel Ye Jian actively approaching him and holding her heart in front of him. She looked for support on him, and let him find support on her.
He said, through the battlefield smoke of life and death, is this kind of getting along more memorable than those romantic relationships
Not... whether, but... really.
This kind of love can be thrilling in the smoke of gunpowder, or it can be as light as beautiful waters and clear mountains during leisure. It will not become dull with time. It will only make getting along with each other more and more tacitly, making yourself more and more dependent on each other. .