"Miss Leng is now studying at Shengde. How do you feel?" Evans personally opened the car door for her, turned sideways, and guided her through the door. There was a hint of playfulness in the smile on his face and warmth in his eyes.
He is still the same person as when we met on Tuesday, but tonight he put on a blindfold and covered his right eye. He was more contradictory than the weak and bookish person he was that day. Probably because of what Frey said on the road, her first reaction when she saw Evans was that he was prone to extremes.
I have endured the tragedy of family destruction for so many years. Now I finally have the power, but I still have to take care of the overall situation. It will affect my whole body. I can only stare at the enemy in person and restrain myself. If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be early. Just crazy.
"It's not bad. I just go to class and play games every day. It's very comfortable." In her opinion, club activities and playing games are the same. Compared with the upcoming military school life, she simply feels that Monday to Thursday is perfect. Have a holiday. She didn't know why, but she subconsciously felt that tomorrow's military academy entrance ceremony would definitely not be simple.
"Is Shengde High School so relaxed now?" Evans couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. The most difficult high school in the empire to get into, how come in her mouth, it feels like a kindergarten. It is not a place to go to school at all, but a place of relaxation. amusement park.
"The benevolent see the benevolence and the wise see the wisdom." She chuckled and stepped into the Marshal's Mansion with her right foot first, obviously not wanting to talk more. Talking about high school life with a senior military officer? Sorry, she feels that this topic is a bit inappropriate.
The guards' eyes flashed, and they all looked around. They saw Evans and Frey standing beside her, as if to guide her, or as if they had deliberately slowed down to chat with her. The three of them walked side by side. Okay, no one is left behind.
If this happened to other women, they would definitely be blinded, but if it happened to Leng Yiyao, they all felt that they were used to it. Just kidding, when she first appeared at the Marshal's Mansion, she watched such a bloody mass shooting, and she still smiled with a leisurely look on her face. I want to find a trace of the dignity and virtuousness of an ordinary woman in her, but I'm sorry, I'm just asking for abuse.
"It's still early, the chef is probably still busy with dinner," Evans glanced at his watch. Leng Yiyao came directly after school. He didn't spend much time on the road. It wasn't even dark yet. , he glanced towards the brightly lit hall: "The marshal is still handling things in the office, otherwise, why don't we go there and have a look?"
It's not impossible to have fun by yourself while the master is busy, but it's just that here in Hemo... Leng Yiyao smiled and responded to Evans' suggestion: "Okay."
Frey's eyes were horrified, and he thought to himself, how could he not have such good guidance before? It was obvious that Evans didn't do anything, but he just naturally led Miss Leng to the Marshal's room. It was convenient, fast, and Straight to the target, there is nothing wrong with it.
"Kou Kou" -
Evans was at the door, knocking on Hemmer's office door.
Helmer happened to be reading the last piece of material in his chair when he heard the knock on the door. He looked up from the material, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "Come in."
The three of them filed in, and Leng Yiyao walked in the middle. The dim yellow light fell on her face, and the afterglow was like a fine scroll slowly unfolding. Helmer paused for a moment and couldn't help but take another look. I don't know if it was his imagination, but Leng Yiyao felt completely different between her during the day and her at night. She was wearing a white top and black skirt that day, standing in the crowd, fresh and eye-catching, like the only blooming lotus in a lotus pond, making people unable to take their eyes away. But today, she is wearing a khaki windbreaker with random matching A light yellow dress. There was a soft smile on his face, but it was clear that the smile contained a bit of brightness and distance. She said she was a student, but her eyes made him forget her age every time.
"I heard that you won the key to the Shengde Group's private library from Yun Lai." He stood up and casually tapped the chairs in front of him with his fingertips.
Frey blinked and automatically stood back instead of sitting down. Evans was not polite, and directly picked a chair that was a little further away. He tilted it casually and picked up the teacup beside the table. He held his breath slightly and let the fragrance of tea wrap around his whole body.
Leng Yiyao looked at Evans's expression, which was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, and couldn't help but smile softly. Without refusing, she sat directly on the chair nearest to Hemo. It didn't surprise her that Hemer knew her every move at Sainte High School.
"Yes, two keys. One is the password that is changed regularly by Walker, and the other is Yunlai's platinum door key." She turned her hand slightly under the light, and she didn't know when, the platinum door key turned out to be It happened to fall in the center of the palm, appearing silently but just right.
Evans, who closed his eyes slightly, flashed his eyes and looked down from her wrist, not finding any loopholes. Her windbreaker had no pockets, and the dress underneath was close-fitting, so there was obviously no hiding place.
So where did she find this card? The movement was so fast that it seemed like he had it in his hand from the moment he walked in the door.
Even Frey stood in the distance, his eyes glazed over.
However, Hemo just quietly lowered his head and glanced at her small palm. It was pink and white, and seemed to be only half the size of his palm. His gaze was just like a dragonfly glancing over the platinum door key: "Go in." How do you feel after that?"
He has always loved books and has collected countless books. However, due to his busy schedule, he never had much time to read them. In order to save time, he put many books in the villa so that he could read them at any time. Unexpectedly, after she moved into the villa, she also entered Shengde's private library. As far as he knew, the collection of books there was not inferior to that of the National Library.
"Convenient and fast." She smiled, turned her hand, and once again, the card disappeared without a trace just as it had appeared. "There is a Satellite 2.0 encrypted computer inside. Almost all books that can be seen outside can be downloaded instantly on the computer. As for the rest..." She circled her fingertips around the end of her hair and said lightly: " I'm not particularly interested in those rare treasures, so I didn't take a few glances at them."
Evans listened with great interest in the first half of the story. He felt that this girl was diligent and studious, and she even knew about 2.0 encrypted computers. But the more I listened to it, the more something was wrong...
What's the point of not being interested in rare treasures? Doesn’t it mean that women are naturally immune to these things
Suddenly I remembered the meaningful words Hemer said when I was talking to him that day, "Do you think she is so easy to kidnap?"
At this moment, looking at her uninterested look, I finally understood the way out.
A woman has no special interest in rare treasures, so what kind of flattery can she do to please her
He suddenly glanced at Helmer with some sympathy. Before the other party noticed, he quickly turned away and lowered his head to take another sip of tea.
"Since books are more interesting than rare treasures, what type of books are you more interested in?" As if he had anticipated her answer, Helmer smiled slightly and pulled out a book on military weapons from the bookshelf. The book was handed to her.
She touched the thick paper with her fingertips, paused slightly, and looked around, as if she just realized that his office was also full of books. She shook her head and chuckled: "I haven't had much exposure to this kind of monograph. Now I just I’m a little interested in architecture.”
On the computer in the villa, she was reading books about architecture and drawings of the royal airport. When she said this, she spoke in a high-sounding way without any cover-up.
Helmer nodded, his eyes following the book in his hand, and his eyes sank slightly: "Then what do you think about weapon improvements?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole office fell silent.
Evans' hand holding the tea cup froze in mid-air, and he almost spit out the tea in his mouth. Did he, did he have something wrong with his ears just now
Even if Hemo fell in love with this little girl again, he wouldn't casually ask her about such an important matter in the military world.
Some time ago, he dealt with those internal rebels who leaked secrets in order to prepare for weapon modification in advance. Even if he was abroad, he could guess a thing or two when he heard the news, but this little girl in front of him...
A businessman from the Leng family, would she know this
The key is, with Hemo's mind, the city is actually willing to tell all this? Isn't he afraid that she will turn around and tell others these secrets
Leng Yiyao suddenly raised her head and her eyes met Hemo's dark pupils. For a moment, her expression was almost exactly the same as Evans's.
It's one thing that she knows what he's doing, but it's another thing that he's dragging her into it. Even before she officially reported to the military academy, she casually talked about such confidential matters like a chat. What on earth did he have in mind.
"I have not come into contact with the most widely used firearms in the military, but as far as the scars on Zhai Mu were seen last time, reducing the recoil of firearms is the most urgent problem that needs to be solved at present." She paused for a second before continuing. Finished speaking. That night at the D City Hotel, after Zhai Mu entered the suite, Hemo asked him to take off his shirt. At that time, she could clearly see that those were the result of the recoil of the sniper rifle forcing one place. For veterans who have received military training for many years, if it is unbearable, how can other ordinary soldiers bear it
"Every problem is known, the key is how to solve it." In the world, the three W principles are "what", "how", "why" and "why". He didn't believe that she only had such a superficial understanding after seeing everything he did. On the contrary, he suspected that it was because she knew too much that she was unwilling to express opinions easily.
Just like what she just said about architecture, she is really not proficient in it, so she takes it for granted. If she doesn't, she just doesn't know how. She is learning, researching, and deepening. But when it came to the matter of weapons, there was no hesitation in her eyes, and even the momentary pause seemed to be a carefully planned performance. That night, when he took the book with the excuse of going back to the villa to look for something, her expression was exactly the same as now.
Leng Yiyao lowered her head and glanced at the monograph in her hand. The difficult language was actually not difficult for her. On the contrary, her views and understanding of firearms and weapons are completely different from those of everyone in this era and country. However, she is only sixteen years old. Using an electronic pen to pierce the stainless steel tabletop with one blow can be explained by putting her mechanics knowledge to use, winning the game of thirty throwing knives, and directly winning the key to the private library of the Shengde Group. In order to get through the back door, Walker's "leak" was used to solve the problem. So, what about military weapons? If she revealed all her opinions, would the people in this room immediately lock her in and not allow her to miss a single step? From then on, she was never allowed to go even further.
How would she then explain where the things in her mind came from
She has been reborn so many times and experienced too many stories, but there is one truth that has become deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Great kindness is close to hypocrisy, great wisdom is close to evil - this kind of people seem to have unlimited glory, but often none of them start well and end well.
“This book is a little too profound for me,” she half-jokingly pushed it away. “I’m not at that level yet.”
Even Evans, who was sitting aside, also found that Leng Yiyao's current rejection was a bit too straightforward, and there was no room for change at all.
He didn't want to see it, he just didn't want to see it, he didn't want to or even bothered to make excuses, but he told the marshal clearly that there was no possibility of negotiation.
"Sooner or later we have to get in touch." Hemo chuckled, with a glint in his eyes.
The three people in the room were all startled, but their expressions were completely different.
Evans suddenly understood, Frey was shocked, and only Leng Yiyao was surprised.
"What did you say?" She suddenly couldn't figure out what his hand meant.
She could still understand that he took her to Baize and introduced her to the military academy. This was to completely draw her into the military. But now, the weapon modification has not been completely implemented. It is obviously a highly confidential matter, but he said that she would have to contact him sooner or later.
Hemo's eyes followed the surprise in her eyes, and after a long moment, he smiled softly: "When you enter the military academy, you will learn these things in the future, and you will encounter them sooner or later."
His words were explained in an understandable way, but the three people in the room felt that the meaning of what he just said was clearly not like this.
However, no one exposed it, no one exposed it.
Helmer chuckled and threw the book in his hand on the table casually, "Those ordnance and weapon experts made a lot of suggestions, but I'm not very satisfied with it. If you see similar books in the library, you might as well read them. It will be helpful to you." It will help once you enter the military academy.”
He mentioned the library twice today, was he really trying to get her to pay more attention to military books, or was he tactfully telling her that the knowledge of architecture was just a side story and asking her not to waste her time
I wish she had thought more.
Leng Yiya blinked, and suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his rhythm.
"Jingle Bell"-
The office's internal line suddenly rang. Leng Yiyao and Hemo looked at each other for a moment. Frey braced himself and answered the phone consciously, simply and directly: "What's the matter?"
"Colonel, dinner is ready. Do you want to eat now?" The chef in charge of tonight's meal carefully lowered his voice.
Frey raised his head, looked at the expressions of the three people in the room, covered the receiver of the phone, and asked Helmer for instructions.
"Let's go," he put on his coat casually, looking at Leng Yiyao and smiling slightly: "It's rare to get together today. I don't know when Evans will come back next time."
She also nodded. After all, the main purpose of tonight was to bid farewell to someone.
Evans raised his head with a "Don't make trouble" expression on his face: "You said I won't come back for eight hundred years. Don't worry, I will come back often to harm you." What does it mean to climb up the pole? , right in front of you. Evans curled his lips slightly when no one saw him. He just suggested using the excuse of a farewell act to get Leng Yiyao into the Marshal's Mansion. Now Hemo was completely self-taught and could easily use him as an excuse.
The four of them talked and laughed all the way to the restaurant, where they saw the fat chef already standing at the door waiting for them.
"Marshal, good evening, gentlemen and ladies." He lowered his head and bent his body almost piously, with a respectful expression on his face.
Hemo waved his hand and said casually: "Let's serve."
The chef stood up and nodded immediately, but his eyes subconsciously glanced over Leng Yiyao's face, thinking about the order of tonight's staple food. "Please wait a moment." He bowed down and started working, his actions were as neat as His fat figure was completely disproportionate.
Frey glanced at the low-foaming fruit wine on the table and immediately gave the chef a thumbs up. He was quite discerning.
Among the men at the table, Leng Yiyao was the only one who was underage and was really not suitable for drinking or anything like that. However, if he didn't have some special drinks tonight, how could he successfully persuade her to stay at the Marshal's Mansion.
hey-hey… .
Frey lowered his head and subconsciously hid the smile on his face. He walked to the table and poured drinks for everyone. When it was Leng Yiyao's turn, he specially explained: "This is fruit wine with the lowest alcohol content. There will be seafood tonight." , specially selected by the chef, don’t worry, you won’t get drunk.”
Leng Yiyao looked at the slightly bubbly fruit wine for a moment, nodded, and did not refuse. In fact, seafood is a cooling food, and drinking some wine is indeed beneficial. However, Frey's smile just now was a bit frightening. Did he think that this amount of alcohol would knock her down
She probably didn't offend him either.
Or do people in the military like to "measure their drinking capacity" to see where the bottom line of other people's drinking capacity is? In the past, she had seen a few veteran gangsters get excited and try their best to deceive new recruits. Could it be that this custom has been preserved no matter where it is
"If you don't like drinking, you can change to other drinks." Evans was simply defeated by Frey. His intention was so obvious that even a blind man could see that he had other intentions. He quickly added, trying to clear his name.
Leng Yiyao shook her head: "It doesn't matter."
Helmer was sitting on the main seat, seeing that she did not refuse the glass of wine that Frey poured. He originally wanted to remind him that this wine looked like fruit wine, but it actually had a lot of stamina. At this moment, he heard her indifferent refusal. , I don’t know why, but suddenly changed my mind, and the words on my lips disappeared into thin air.
Just a few seconds after the drinks were poured, the chef quickly served tonight's feast.
Alaskan king crabs are served generously on a huge plate and pushed directly on a cart. Placed in the center of the table, there are almost one meter long crab legs, making the entire table look delicate.
"The sea crabs specially flown in from abroad this morning are the freshest. The dipping sauces are on the side. You can choose according to your own preferences." After that, sixteen seasoning dishes of different colors were placed. The content is rich and colorful, almost dizzying.
Almost all the varieties of these seasonings cover all the tastes in the empire, so you can choose them at your will.
Leng Yiyao's eyes lit up. Except for the seafood she had at the "Star Tower" that night, she hadn't had an authentic seafood dinner for a long time, especially the Alaskan sea crab served in such a domineering way. The size is simply stunning.
"The flavor will be better when the seasonings are mixed together." The chef took out a few public tablewares, among which the delicate silver spoon was the most conspicuous. He first picked up the plate in front of Leng Yiyao in a demonstration, and stacked it up. Point by point, the sixteen plates of condiments were mixed into a brightly colored sauce in a unique way and proportion, and placed in front of her: "You will know after you try it."
In addition to his superb craftsmanship, the chef is also very smart. Ever since he knew that all the dishes he cooked were based on Leng Yiyao's taste, he skipped all the dishes tonight and served Leng Yiyao first. Serve.
Leng Yiyao looked up at the chef suspiciously, and saw that no one in the room raised any objections. Her eyes fell on Hemo's calm face, and she pondered for a second. After all, she couldn't bear the shocking color and fragrance in front of her. It's delicious, remove the crab meat and put it in.
At that moment, the plump and springy crab meat seemed to open the door to another world. Fresh, tender, juicy, sweet and delicious, there are simply no words to describe the ultimate satisfaction of taking one bite.
Almost as soon as she entered the room, she couldn't help but close her eyes, her face full of surprise.
A smile flashed through Helmer's dark eyes, and his gaze fell on her lips, which were chewing flower petals slowly. He paused for a moment before looking away.
Evans watched Hemmer's performance from beginning to end, and couldn't help but breathe deeply in his heart.
Incredible, incredible….
This expression, this demeanor, it is clear that there is no limit to pampering...
He turned his head to look at Frey, and seeing that he also had a dull and stupid look on his face, he couldn't help but cover his face with his right hand. Yes, he will leave tonight on the plane. Let’s not mention the marshal for now. Frey clearly has no potential to assist...
For such a little girl, Evans felt that his heart was broken.
As the protagonist, Leng Yiyao, at this moment, no longer had the intention to pay attention to the environment. She had been completely captured physically and mentally by the delicious food in front of her.
The chef felt relieved when he saw her satisfied look on her face. He glanced cautiously at the marshal sitting on the main seat, who nodded slightly to him. At that moment, he only felt that he had received the supreme reward in his life, as if he had been given a chicken blood injection all of a sudden. He immediately said: "There are a few more of my specialty dishes later. Don't be impatient, Miss Leng, and enjoy them slowly."
After that, without waiting for Leng Yiyao to react, he ran out of the door and towards the kitchen at a speed that was extremely disproportionate to his tonnage.
"Where did you find this chef? This chef's skills are simply amazing." Leng Yiyao swallowed all the crab meat in her hand, took a sip of fruit wine, and finally thought about chatting with Hemo. Compared with the dinner on Tuesday, the first time was satisfying, but this time it was completely amazing.
"You like it?" He avoided talking, but asked knowingly.
"I like it!" He raised his head, his eyes sparkling. If her taste buds were released that night at the "Star Tower", then tonight, only one word is enough to describe it - eye-opening.
The freshness of the ingredients and the superb cooking techniques are not on the same level at all. The most important thing is that for some reason, this fat chef seems to be very familiar with her taste. All the condiments on the table are what she likes and can eat.
"Eat more if you like it." He nodded, chuckled, and handed another crab leg to her plate.
Leng Yiyao didn't pay much attention, lowered her head and continued to enjoy the meal.
Evans' heart almost stopped due to Hemmer's condescension.
Is this, is this still the aloof marshal he knew? It's almost like the word "pampering" is engraved on her forehead.
He lowered his head and took a sip of the fruit wine, and honestly began to eat crabs. However, why did he feel that what he was eating was not as delicious as Leng Yiyao? He lowered his head and silently glanced at the sauces and seasonings in front of his table that no one had specially prepared. He refused to admit that what he was eating was Alaskan king crab, not a full plate of dog food.
However, within ten minutes, the temperature of the crab meat was slightly cold, and it was obviously past the best eating time. At this time, the fat chef seemed to have calculated the time, and pushed in another cart of dishes.
"Zizzizi" -
The food covered with silver tableware made a distinct churning sound, as if it had just been taken out of the pot. It was boiling at a high temperature and could not stop at all.
"What is this?" Leng Yiyao looked at the dining car curiously, looking forward to it.
"This is oil-soaked shrimp," the chef opened the silver lid, and the steam began to disperse in the air. He carefully wrapped his hands in a napkin, leaned sideways, and explained while serving food from the table. Said: "The method is actually very simple. Pour it with the hottest high-temperature oil to retain the freshness of the freshest shrimp, so it is named 'Oil-drench shrimp'."
There are probably countless coincidences and accidents in this world. Leng Yiyao kept her head down while eating Alaskan king crab, and the other people at the table were also eating gracefully, so no one noticed that someone accidentally dropped a drop of seasoning on the ground just now. The marble floor has liquid on it, and it is easy to slip once you step on it. In addition, the chef has a big body and a rather big belly, so he can't lower his head to see that place. As a result, the most extraordinary thing happened - he actually held the hot oil-drenched shrimp, just right. I stepped on that drop of seasoning. The shoes quickly rubbed against the ground, and his center of gravity quickly became unstable. He slid directly towards the dining table, and the oily shrimp in his hand fell directly in the direction of Evans.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Leng Yiyao watched helplessly as Evans sat to the left of where the chef was serving food. Because his right eye was wearing an eye patch, the shrimp in oil on the chef's hand formed a blind spot. The moment it fell, unless he Turn around, otherwise, you won't see a trace at all.
Frey, who was sitting in the main seat and opposite him, was too far away. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't stop it in time.
The chef, who had been so complacent just now, turned pale, and felt that the oily shrimp on his hand was like a bomb, about to blow everything tonight to pieces. The next moment, he would blow himself up until he was dripping with blood.
The oil was so hot that it was boiling just by listening to it. If it dripped onto Evans' hands, he could hardly imagine it!
He closed his eyes in despair, and his whole body began to tremble. However, in the next moment, he did not hear the sound of the dinner plate falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.
The room suddenly became eerily quiet!
With his heart beating like a drum, he carefully opened his eyes in disbelief. First, he narrowed his eyes to a thin slit. Then, his eyes followed the slender white hand, and everything came into view!
At some point, an extra hand appeared at the bottom of that huge dinner plate.
It is clearly as small as a child that has not yet grown up, but at this moment, the five fingers are spread apart, and the thumb, index finger, and middle finger work hard to hold the dinner plate steadily, and the dishes on the plate are not moved at this moment. , even the shape of the plate is exactly the same, and it stops there steadily - only ten centimeters away from the ground.
He just felt like his heart was on a roller coaster for a while. It only took one second to go from teetering to the bottom. It was a dive at that moment and almost killed him.
When he regained consciousness, he realized that his back was completely wet and his heartbeat slowed down slightly, and he realized that he was afraid.
If it weren't for the quick eyesight and quick hands of Miss Leng, who was sitting on Evans' right hand, he would probably die even if he didn't want to atone for his sin tonight.
"Bang" -
He knelt on his knees and suddenly fell to his knees at her feet, his face was colorless and his lips were trembling. "Thank you, thank you..." He was so trembling that he couldn't even say a word.
"Be careful next time." She glanced at the chef, who was covered in cold sweat, and looked away from his trembling limbs to his pale face for a moment.
Go to the "culprit" on the ground. The seasonings were streaked on the ground, like a pool of mud, which was irritating to the eyes.
This "accident" was obviously not intentional, but it was her mistake...
She looked up and saw Frey's stunned look, Evans's excited look, and finally, the turbulence in Helmer's eyes. Those eyes went from calm to stormy in just a moment. At this moment, the surprise deep in his eyes almost hit his face.
Sighing slowly, she finally closed her eyes slowly.
If it weren't for the words Frey said on the way, she wouldn't have felt any compassion for Evans. Tonight, at this moment, wouldn't have ended like this.
How could someone who can sit in the position of the leader of "Baize" not even have basic precautions
Although the eyepatch completely blocked the sight of his right eye, he should have been able to overcome the blind spot he had suffered for so many years.
The moment the oily shrimp fell down, the balance of the dinner plate was lost. She watched helplessly as the hot oil poured towards Evans' hands, and she had already taken action before she could even hesitate.
Even though her body has been changed countless times, the nearly perfect reflex arc that has been tempered over time has already penetrated deep into her heart. Her hands, seemingly slender, can kill people in an instant. From falling the dinner plate to landing, it takes enough time for her to take action.
And she did make a move, but at this moment, all her clumsy skills were revealed to the public.
She lowered her eyes and glanced at the delicious food in her hands almost helplessly.
It turns out that once people become persistent, they will pay the price.
I was careful about everything, but in the end I ruined a plate of oil-soaked shrimps.
Tsk, a truly wise life was ruined in one day.
"Good skill!"
Yes, sure enough. She closed her eyes and heard Evans' almost amazed praise in her ears.
"I didn't expect Miss Leng to be so handsome at such a young age." In fact, the muscles all over Evans' body had already begun to tremble the moment the oily shrimp fell. Although he could not see clearly with his right eye, his body agility was much higher than that of ordinary people. After years of hearing training, he could also accurately judge the specific location of the plate of shrimps, and just need to dodge and avoid it.
But at the moment when he was about to make a move, he turned his left eye and clearly saw her leaning down, her body so low that it was parallel to the ground. The movement was so fast that he could almost see only an afterimage in front of him. The next moment, Her fingertips were firmly holding the dinner plate, motionless.
Even though according to inertia, the dish should have moved slightly, there was no change in her hands.
The speed was enough to shock people, but when she faced the crisis, she did not dodge and faced the difficulties with a demeanor that surprised him even more.
But everyone would subconsciously avoid high temperatures. Even if it was him, his first reaction was to get out of the way, but she didn't care about the sizzling high-temperature oil and directly reached out to catch it.
Is she not afraid at all, or is she so confident in her own abilities
At this moment, he clearly heard the sound of his heart beating slowly and then wildly.
This kind of skill, even in Bai Ze, he has not encountered for many, many years.
It turns out that this is the reason why the marshal really didn't take action.
It turns out that this is the reason why the marshal kept letting her go!
She clearly wrapped herself tightly in a layer of protective color, showing off every trace of it only when she wanted to. But just these strands are enough to amaze everyone.
Her self-control and reflexes were far beyond his imagination. This quiet concealment almost deceived him.
Evans' blood suddenly boiled. For the first time, for the first time, he had a burning fighting spirit for a woman, a minor woman.
He only felt the bones that had been silent for a long time creaking. In this world, apart from the marshal, he discovered for the first time that there was someone who might be stronger and more complicated than him. He has the look of a young student on his face, but deep down he has seven orifices that no one can match...
Facing Leng Yiyao's slowly opening eyes, he couldn't help but smile softly, turned his head towards the stern-eyed Hemo, stood up slowly, and saluted solemnly: "Marshal, please allow me to make a request. ….”
Frey sat far away, watching everything happening in front of him, almost doubting that he was dreaming.
The plate took less than a second from the moment it left the chef's hand to the moment it landed on the floor. How could Leng Yiyao be so fast
We are almost here, and even before the plate has landed on the floor, I have already grasped everything...
Evans' voice came to his ears. He raised his head and looked over. What happened tonight was far from over...