No one knows where Zhao Ying's body is from. Not to mention that she is a woman, even a man like a god of war may not have as many scars as hers.

Long Xiaoqi's eyes were stinged... No, it was his heart that was stinged! He was already used to the scar on Zhao Ying's face, but he didn't know that there were so many scars on his body. At this moment, he felt something blocked in his chest, and in his blocked chest, his heart twitched in the pain, and almost suffocated.

He felt distressed, and felt distressed by a woman like never before. In his perception, Zhao Ying was a soft woman who needed care. Perhaps many people would be scared away by the purple centipede scar at the first sight of her, but Long Xiaoqi knew that Zhao Ying was not scared at all, although the other party had ever violently acted upon him.

But the soft and glutinous voice was so gentle, as if the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River in spring, it was so weak. Long Xiaoqi never thought Zhao Ying was strong, and only thought Zhao Ying was a weak woman who should be protected by men!

What kind of man does Zhao Ying need to protect?

Before this moment, Long Xiaoqi didn't know the answer, but now he knew the answer.

At this time, Zhao Ying had already rushed into the Dingdang Street and fought fiercely with the elites of the Special A troops. Her movements were elegant and ruthless, showing her violent side to the fullest.

Almost no one was her one-union enemy, and no matter how strong the opponent was, they all fell at her feet.

God of War? King of War?

No! She shouldn't be the god of war, nor the king of war! She should just be a girl lying on the arms of a man and enjoying the most careful care!

Long Xiaoqi couldn't see clearly how Zhao Ying knocked those strong men to the ground, because his tears burst out and blurred his vision. He knew that Zhao Ying was fighting for him, and she was protecting herself. What about herself? She could only watch the other party roaring and fighting in an inability to refuse!

"Long Xiaoqi, thank you." At some point, Xia Xumei came to Long Xiaoqi's side.

She squatted down, looked at Zhao Ying's fighting posture with Long Xiaoqi, and sighed softly.

"Yinger has come back to life, and she is no longer as desperate as she was on the verge of death. Do you know, I am really happy to see Yinger now." Xia Xumei looked at Zhao Ying's eyes red, and sucked her nose and said, "She is a girl who needs protection. She thinks she is very powerful and powerful enough to ignore everything, but she is just a girl after all. Long Xiaoqi, do you think I have a grudge with Yinger? No, we don't have grudges, I just know her personality better."

Long Xiaoqi's tears fell to the ground one by one. He saw Zhao Ying being knocked to the ground and saw that Zhao Ying's left arm was stained with blood.

"You are very good, better than I thought." Xia Xumei took a deep breath and stared at Long Xiaoqi's tearful eyes and said: "If Ying Er was not like this now, I would have snatched you into the Special A unit without hesitation, but Ying Er came back to life. In fact... she is a weak girl, hahaha... protect Ying Er and don't let her be hurt anymore, thank you."

Xia Xumei's words were strange, but not strange. Long Xiaoqi couldn't understand too much, but he could understand one of them: protect Ying'er.

In a short period of time, Zhao Ying broke into the street alone, fighting from the street to the end of the street. All the elites of the Special A troops who blocked her were knocked down to the ground, and Zhao Ying herself was also shaking, with half of her body stained with blood.

She walked to the starting point, slowly put on her camouflage uniform to cover the terrifying scars on her body, and then picked up her wine pot and took a sip.

"Well...Sister Xia, can I take my soldiers away?" Zhao Ying made a nice nod and turned into a soft and soft look again.

Xia Xumei smiled, stretched out her arms and gently hugged Zhao Ying and said, "If you can't teach your soldiers well, I will snatch them back."

Zhao Ying frowned, pointed to his lips, and broke free from Xia Xumei's arms and walked towards Long Xiaoqi.

The two elites have let go of Long Xiaoqi, restored his freedom, and helped him up his dislocated arms and chin.

"Well... let's go." Zhao Ying turned around and walked forward.

Long Xiaoqi grinned, reached out and wiped his tears hard, and followed Zhao Ying away from the Special A troops.

On the rumbling train, Zhao Ying stared out the window, sipped the white wine sipped, without saying a word. Long Xiaoqi sat opposite Zhao Ying with great obedience, trying to find a topic to talk about, but he couldn't find a suitable one.

The two of them remained silent, silent.

"Well... the wine is gone." Zhao Ying finally made a sound.

"Oh, I have it." Long Xiaoqi took out two bottles of white wine specially prepared.

"Well...you can drink some too?" Zhao Ying said.

"Okay, I'll accompany you..."

"Well... do you feel sorry for me?" Zhao Ying asked suddenly.

"Yes!" Long Xiaoqi did not deny it.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Zhao Ying asked again.

"Not afraid!" Long Xiaoqi said affirmatively.

Zhao Ying smiled, her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and her pretty and charming dimples also appeared with her smile. She seemed very satisfied with Long Xiaoqi's answer and was very happy.

"Well... do you still miss that stupid little girl?" Zhao Ying gently shook the empty wine pot and continued without waiting for Long Xiaoqi to answer: "Don't have any involvement with the Special A troops in the future, and I can't afford to lose that person."

"Okay, I get it, hehe." Long Xiaoqi smiled.

"Well, do you think I'm gentle or not?" Zhao Ying looked at Long Xiaoqi with a smile.

Hearing this question, Long Xiaoqiqing couldn't help but have a cold war.

Zhao Ying slowly leaned over her head, and her face was almost pressed against Long Xiaoqi's face. She squirted with alcohol and asked again: "Well... do you think I look like a woman?"

Long Xiaoqi had another cold war, and a hint of fear came out of his eyes. He was allergic to Zhao Ying's words and was extremely allergic to them!

"Well... we'll ignore this time, otherwise I won't fight." Zhao Ying sat back and said softly: "But they are very unhappy about you. You are my soldier, and only I can beat you."

This sentence made Long Xiaoqi feel warm. He thought Zhao Ying would scold him, but after waiting, he said this.

"Well, there is also, don't think about taking shortcuts. If you want to think about taking shortcuts, you can only become Long Xiaoqi, but not Zhao Ying's Long Xiaoqi, do you understand?"

The gentle voice is about to drip, and it is written by Long Xiaoqi firmly.

"From the future..." Long Xiaoqi stared at Zhao Ying's eyes extremely seriously and said softly, "I, protect you."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Ying was stunned for a moment and immediately burst into laughter like a silver bell.

"Geegi...Geegigi..."

"Bang!" Long Xiaoqi patted the table heavily, stood up and whispered: "Why are you laughing at? I said, I will protect you from now on! Do you don't understand?"

"Well... I understand, then you have to work hard." Zhao Ying opened a bottle of wine and took a big sip, turned to look out the window again.

The moment she looked out the window, her smile disappeared and she turned into silence again.

Zhao Ying is a mystery, at least at this time, it is a mystery that can never be solved for Long Xiaoqi. Maybe it will be possible to solve this mystery when he has enough strength to protect Zhao Ying...

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Chapter completed!