Semi-finished products, not even semi-finished products, otherwise she would not have been put into the army, let alone allowed to retire, maybe she would have been dissected on the operating table a long time ago.

Yan Qing's pace gradually slowed down, her eyes became more deep, in the abandonment again and again, she thought that the heart she had honed was as strong as iron and invincible, but Zuihou still fell into the trap of gentleness, is it to blame her for still holding unrealistic fantasies, or hating him for hiding too deeply......

Feng Chen is just one step behind Yan Qing, and has been secretly observing Yan Qing, Yan Qing's slight abnormality He naturally discovered, it is too vicissitudes, too sad, this is not the breath suitable for her, somehow, Feng Chen couldn't help but think.

Standing at the angle of Feng Chen, you can just see Yan Qing's thin shoulders and slender waist, tempting people to pity and can't help but try to see if her waist is as written in the book.

Perhaps the gaze behind him was too warm, Yan Qing's memories were interrupted, and he couldn't help but glance back at Feng Chen: "What have you been watching me do?"

"You look good......" said without thinking about it at all, and Feng Chen immediately regretted it, isn't it okay to find trouble.

Sure enough, Yan Qing's eyes narrowed, and his cold eyes fell on Feng Chen, and his eyelids jumped straight, and he couldn't even maintain a gentle smile.

Yan Qing stared at Feng Chen expressionlessly for a while, turned his head, and continued to walk forward, Feng Chen only felt that his back was cold, and he actually broke out in a lot of cold sweat, this woman......

……

The night was quiet, but the two of them had only walked a few steps before they ran into someone who was sent to death.

Three or four drunken men staggered out of the dark alley and stopped Yan Qing and Feng Chen.

"Lao Tzu has said, today is Lao Tzu's lucky day, look, I can meet a woman, and such a beautiful man, haha, it's really luck." The drunk man looked at the two of them wantonly, unaware that he had encountered death.

"Big brother is really lucky." Another drunk hurriedly said flatteringly: "Big brother eats meat, we can also drink some soup."

The leading drunk man waved his hand generously: "That girl is mine, and that man belongs to you."

Soon, the four of them discussed dividing Yan Qing and the two.

Dare to come out and hang out when drunk in Night City, I really don't know if it's because I'm bold or fearless, Yan Qing indifferently watched a few people approach, and surrounded them with a strong smell of wine.

"Over to you, is there a problem?" Yan Qing looked at Feng Chen with a sideways face, and his eyes were full of a meaning, I know that your martial arts are not bad, so you don't need to pretend.

"I'll try." Feng Chen knew that if he said no, Yan Qing would decisively abandon him, even if he would not let him die here, he would really use him as a medicine slave to test the medicine.

Because Yan Qing doesn't need a waste, a waste that drags his feet.

"Come, beauty, let my brother take good care of you......" Several people pounced on them with a smile, Yan Qing took a few steps back, and the situation of the beloved people facing the enemy together immediately turned into Feng Chen's face of four drunken strong men alone.

Feng Chen pulled out his belt and shook it, and the belt infused with internal force immediately straightened and played the role of a sword.

Yan Qing watched silently from the side, she would not interfere, if Feng Chen died, it could only mean that he was too useless, and the waste was not qualified to live in Night City, even if Yan Qing could save him once, twice, what about three or four times? Sooner or later, you will die, so why waste your efforts?

However, Feng Chen finally lived up to Yan Qing's expectations, and he was able to get a belt like a soft sword, and he was still at ease under the siege of four people.

"Don't procrastinate, let's do it quickly." Yan Qing said impatiently.

Hearing this, Feng Chen immediately sped up his movements, the sword momentum was like a rainbow, because the belt was not a real sword after all, and the hardness was not enough, he could only focus on the joints and acupuncture points, so no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be fast.

Yan Qing didn't know when he appeared beside him, and his voice was cold: "The moves are fancy, the movements are redundant, I let you kill, not let you dance the sword, remember, killing people doesn't have to be weapons, every part of the human body can be a sharp weapon for killing."

Yan Qing said, clenched his fingers into a fist, the knuckles of his index finger and middle finger protruded, and his figure appeared in front of a drunk man like a ghost, and punched the drunk man in the throat.

The drunk man is not a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others, and he also punched Yan Qing, and at the same time protected his throat with one hand.

Yan Qing smiled charmingly, his body was short, and while dodging a punch, the small fist fell on the drunkard's heart, and the sound of the sternum shattering was extremely clear in the dark night.

Quickly retreating behind Feng Chen, Yan Qing raised his chin and said: "Throw the things in your hands, use your hands, use your legs, use everything you can use, and kill them, this is not a competition, point to the end, this is killing!"

Feng Chen pursed his lips, wrapped the belt back around his waist, and faced the remaining drunks with his bare hands, Yan Qing knew that Feng Chen's strength was not low, he just lacked experience, he was too focused on moves now, and only after experiencing enough blood baptism could he transform.