Fang Chixia looked in his direction, wanting to tell him, but when she glanced at the group of people around her from the corner of her eye, she resisted the urge.
"I ran too fast just now and my stomach feels uncomfortable."
Luo Yibei was stunned for a moment, then asked, "How did you know I'm here?"
"Schloe spilled the beans."
"Why are you thinking of coming here?" Luo Yibei closed his eyes lightly, looking at her with eyes as deep as a clear spring water, "Are you stupid?"
"I've called you a lot in the past few days, but you haven't answered. I'm very worried." Fang Chixia's eyes were a little wet, "I've made a lot of calls, why don't you always answer?"
"I was busy shaking off a swarm of flies, so I didn't hear you." A soft light flashed in Luo Yibei's eyes, and the slight curve of the corners of his lips was as gentle as the aurora in the north.
"You didn't see the message?" Fang Chixia asked.
Luo Yibei shook his head lightly.
He really didn't hear it. He was followed soon after arriving in the Middle East. He has been busy dealing with this wave of people these days.
Appearing in this desert was purely coincidental and had nothing to do with Fang Chixia's message.
"Does it still hurt?" Luo Yibei glanced at her abdomen.
Fang Chixia glanced sideways at the people around her and lowered her voice, "Let's find a way to settle this group of people first."
The two people spoke in Mandarin, and I didn’t know if the people around them could understand them.
From beginning to end, there was no one else around.
Luo Yibei seemed to want to say something more. Behind him, a man's voice suddenly interrupted, "Have we talked enough? Is it our turn?"
Luo Yibei glanced at the man's face sharply, making the man shudder and step back.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced sideways at Fang Chixia behind him, and the muzzle of his gun suddenly touched her.
"Don't move! Otherwise, I will attack her first!"
Luo Yibei's eyes darkened and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Put down the gun in your hand!" The man holding the gun shouted at him coldly.
"No one in this world dares to threaten me like this!" Luo Yibei looked at him expressionlessly and spoke in proficient Arabic.
His words were smooth and his tone was obviously very slow.
However, the words seemed to be laced with needles, each word pricking the man's hand holding the gun with pain, and the gun he held visibly trembled.
However, in the current situation, it is obviously Luoyi Bei who is at a disadvantage.
Thinking of this, the man regained his morale.
"Put down the gun!" He raised his voice and put the muzzle of the gun in the man's hand against Fang Chixia's head. "Otherwise, I'll shoot first!"
Luo Yibei narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Fang Chixia's face.
Fang Chixia's face was still very pale. With her courage, Luo Yibei knew that it was not possible that she was frightened by the current situation, but that she was still feeling very uncomfortable.
Luo Yibei hesitated, half-bent, and slowly lowered the gun in his hand to the ground.
Before the hand holding the gun fell off, Fang Chixia suddenly screamed, "Don't let go!"
Luo Yibei was slightly startled, and his face suddenly raised.
"Don't let go! I won't be hurt!" Fang Chixia looked directly at him with determination.
Luo Yibei's knowing eyes narrowed even more tightly after her words.
Lowering his eyes, he didn't know what he thought of, and his bent body straightened up again.
If the object of his investigation in the Middle East is not wrong this time, he will believe Fang Chixia's words!
Both of them acted unreasonably, and the expressions of the group of people holding guns behind them seemed to change slightly.