Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

In the back of the car, An Xia, Miss Anjia sat.

She is not a man.

The small and thin body has a very light, cold fragrance like frost and snow, and the lingering fragrance is still on the sleeves.

Mu Chenyuan retracted his gaze, and put his slender fingers covered with snow and cement on his long legs lightly, his dark, deep-cold black eyes stared at him, everything returned to calm.

Escape from the dead is not commonplace for him.

The same is true of Miss An Jia, life and death are bearish.

His indifferent is that he has experienced countless lives and deaths, and he has seen many deaths before he has today's state of mind.

What about her?

The eighteenth Anjia eldest daughter, what has she experienced, has made her calm down on death today, several times stronger than her eighteen years old.

An Xia...

The name had been recited silently in his lips and teeth, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity once again climbed into my heart.

Have they ever met?

Or has there been a brief intersection?

After taking the wireless headset of the deputy team, he said to the brother in the car behind: "Ask Miss Ann about her personal situation."

Since I am present, it is better to ask.

The brother in the car did not reply, and flicked the wheat with his back finger, indicating that he heard it.

I thought it was just a very easy thing, and then I knew how difficult it was after I asked it.

An Xia raised her eyes, glanced at the fighter who asked her name, and said indifferently, "Do you still need me to answer?"

The implication is already known, so why bother to ask?

KO!

Asked where she had received special training, An Xia's voice was a little cold, "Natural, not trained."

When she was a young girl who hadn't been involved in the world? Are there any questions?

KO!

Two consecutive KOs, and the two fighters who asked each other swallowed their throats.

It's a bit tricky, it's harder to handle than their brigade.

The air pressure inside the car dropped significantly, as if walking into a vacuum chamber, until the three fighters in the same car were not breathing smoothly.

Finally, the soldier who was driving was smiling and asked the last question carefully, "It's dangerous, why did you want to climb into the helicopter?"

"I don't have any thoughts, I will act bravely when you see righteousness, and draw your sword to help when you see injustice."

Three consecutive KOs!

Each of the three combatants asked one question, nothing gained, and each silently glanced at each other, poking and making eye contact.

"You ask again."

"Wipe, I don't dare, you ask." Cast his eyes to the only brother sitting behind, such an arduous task is entrusted to you!

The fighters in the back seat stared and answered silently, "I dare not!"

I am afraid that the following will be committed!

The soldier in the deputy seated his eyes urgingly, "Hurry up, the captain's order!"

"What else to ask!" I knew I would sit in front...

"Routine inquiry."

Thought it was very covert communication, but in fact, An Xia Quan saw it.

Close your eyes to rest your mind and refuse to communicate.

After waiting for the fighters sitting behind to take a deep breath and courage to ask, they saw that the girl whose aura was stronger than the ten-star warlord had closed her eyes and rested.

"..." It's over, how dare he speak!

There was a premonition that he would bother when he opened his mouth, and she would be pulled out and killed directly.

With a mute gesture, the three combatants in the car were silent at the same time.

Sorry, Lord Captain, they can't complete the task you confided!

The following illusion made the three of them dare not speak again.

Just ask yourself.

Mu Chenyuan also didn't have the opportunity to ask in person. After entering the market, An Xia declined to send him away, and took a taxi back to the hospital.

The three fighters in the car watched and left until An Xia got into the car, each breathing heavily and adjusting his breathing.

"Finally got out of the car, a little longer, I want to change seats with you." The fighter who sat back wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and said with lingering fear: "Ten-star warlord, I can talk freely. This Miss Ann, I don’t even dare to breathe."