Chapter 13 [013] It is said that her waist is still hurting

The helicopter stopped on the rooftop of a high-rise building.

The leather whip was still tied around An Qi's waist, and he looked like a salted fish that had lost its soul. His face was purple and his eyes were lifeless as he lay on the rooftop.

There were zombies in the high-rise building who saw the humans landing and immediately rushed towards them with low roars. However, the young man in black lit fire in his palms and burned his whole body faster, and locked the iron door of the rooftop.

An Jue heard the sound of the door closing, and her out-of-focus pupils slowly regained their brightness.

She turned her head mechanically and stared at the young man walking leisurely towards her next to her. In this calm moment, she finally had the opportunity to take a closer look at her teammate.

The person in front of me is wearing a black open-collared vest on the upper body, a long silver necklace around his neck, a dark long-sleeved windbreaker, dark leather pants, and a few small strings hanging from the belt.

The metal chains on his body made some metal collision sounds when he walked. His trousers were tied into a pair of dark reflective leather Martin boots. The whole outfit gave An Jue a sense of world-weariness in the dark world.

, the only thing missing is that the four characters "I am a villain" are not written on his forehead.

An Qi's eyes twitched. She felt that this teammate was completely different from the serious general in military uniform she had imagined before.

Rather than saving himself, he dressed more like he was here to kill himself.

But there is one thing to say, that face is really good-looking, with red lips and white teeth, handsome and delicate. Judging from the appearance alone, it seems that the age is only between eighteen and twenty years old. There is still a childish look between the eyebrows. When he smiles,

Like the cute and well-behaved brother next door, he can melt people's hearts.

pity--

"What are you thinking about, Miss An?" After sighing, a young man's chuckle suddenly came to his ears.

The young man stretched out his other hand and smoothed the thin bangs in front of her forehead, so that part of her eyes covered by the hair could be exposed, and she could look at herself more carefully.

An scoffed, and when he raised his eyes, the other person was already half-kneeling above his head, with the elbow of one arm resting on the bent knee, supporting his chin with his hand, and squinting at her with a smile, his eyes slightly lowered.

Her eyes looked a little gentle at this angle, and her slender, thick eyelashes were slightly curled up and as thin as cicada wings, making people have the urge to touch them.

An teased: "No, I don't think so. You do look young. I estimate you are between eighteen and twenty."

"Twenty???" An Jue blinked. Sure enough, he was too young. Maybe he was not the general mentioned in the news.

An Jie sighed, thinking of the momentum he used to kill zombies just now, this one might be more inclined to the kind that can cremate the body.

"Pfft--" The young man laughed, his amber-yellow eyes glowed with a meaningful light, he lowered his eyes and stared at the girl on the ground with a ferocious face but did not dare to move at all, and said: "But as of now,

, Miss An, your bones seem to be quite strong, and your spine has not been broken directly."

"Does your waist still hurt?" An Xun lowered his head and looked down at her. This seemed to be a simple question without any concern. Listening carefully, he even felt a hint of schadenfreude.

However, if this person came in a military helicopter, if he was not a general, was he just a person with the same name from the military department?

"I don't look like twenty?" An Xun raised his eyebrows. The young man stood up with a smile. He looked at the tall buildings in the distance and asked, "How old does Miss An Ju think I am?"

Because his waist was still hurting, An Jue lay on the ground temporarily unable to move, so she could only talk to him from this perspective and posture.

An Xun replied: "Twenty."

"That speed, that height! Throwing a paper cup from high in the air can break the awning, right?! You can just whip me down. Even if you don't pull me into two pieces, this waist will be half disabled even if you don't die."

!!You are still asking me if it hurts?! Does it hurt?!!"

When he mentioned this, An Jue felt that the pain was getting worse. He couldn't hold back his emotions for a moment and said excitedly: "What do you think, brother?! I fell from the twenty-eighth floor, the whole twenty-eighth floor!!!"

"It's nothing, I was just wondering how old are you, Mr. An Xun? You look so young."

An teased: "That's right! I have good physical fitness! Fortunately, I have strong bones, otherwise you would have murdered your teammates today! You violated the rules!"

An Xun spread his hands, shook his head with a smile, frowned slightly, and said with a pityful look: "But Miss An Jue, my original intention was to save you, although the teammate rules clearly state that no real physical harm can be caused to teammates.

, but if my starting point is good and I am trying my best to save you, then some accidental injuries during the implementation are allowed according to the rules."

An Ju: "..."

She was sluggish.

Surprisingly...is there still such a loophole that can be exploited?

Good night!~~~
Chapter completed!