There was some chaos on the plane, people were full of voices, there were all Chinese, the situation was urgent, the gunfire was loud, many people did not know where to flee in panic, and there were many people on the plane who took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Walking all the way, Jiang Lingyu walked towards the first-class cabin, and there were some flight attendants and security guards on the way to maintain basic order.

Coming to the first-class cabin of the plane, Jiang Lingyu saw Ye Jingrong at a glance, she was checking the camera in her hand, and her forehead wrinkled from time to time.

Jiang Lingyu found a seat and sat down, stretched out his hand to open the lower left corner of his shirt, and only then did he see that there were two lines of blood there, as well as two blood spots the size of fingers, and the wound had scabbed.

There were too many terrorist militants at that time, and Jiang Lingyu was accidentally hit by two shots by a stray bullet.

Jiang Lingyu gently stroked the wound on his waist with one hand, and the spiritual power in his body surged into the wound through the palm of his hand.

After a few moments, the wound disappeared without a trace, and the scarlet scab had fallen off, turning into pale skin, as if it had never been injured.

"Hey, this time I actually saw red, it seems that after I go back, I must break through the seventh layer of Qi training, in that case, the spiritual power in the body will be transformed into spiritual energy, the exercises will run endlessly, and the external spiritual energy will be turned into protective body qi, in that case, let alone bullets, even cannonballs I can resist!"

At this moment, an exclamation came.

Ye Jingrong came to Jiang Lingyu's face, his eyes were attracted by the blood stains on his waist and hands, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"You're hurt, where is the wound, let me see. ”

Jiang Lingyu's smart eyes turned, and in the next second, his body seemed to be seriously injured, and he slid towards the seat weakly as if his physical strength was overdrawn.

The next moment, Jiang Lingyu felt that his body seemed to be in the clouds, and the soft and warm touch came, Jiang Lingyu's head was homeopathic, and it was softly resting on Ye Jingrong's fragrant shoulders, and a few strands of hair were wrapped in front of him.

Tears flashed in Ye Jingrong's anxious eyes, but in the next second, an angry look appeared on his face, Jiang Lingyu closed his eyes comfortably, and greedily breathed the body fragrance on his body, how could he look like an injured patient.

"Are you a little rascal, are you an adult?

Ye Jingrong's shoulders shook vigorously, Jiang Lingyu straightened his head helplessly, and said with some grievances: "How can I be a hooligan, how can I be a good citizen of China, go abroad to see the people of China without saying a word and help each other, and you will still wronged me when you come back from birth and death!"

Ye Jingrong thought about it, Jiang Lingyu didn't say that he was injured, so the blood could only be someone else's.

Jiang Lingyu lifted his shirt, revealing the two lines of blood on his sturdy body, and said, "Look, I'm all injured and bleeding?"

Seeing the blood stains on Jiang Lingyu's waist, Ye Jingrong felt a sense of guilt rise in his heart.

After all, Jiang Lingyu and them are only one side, but for their sake, it is only by luring away the terrorist militants alone that they can escape smoothly, it is indeed too much to say that such people are hooligans.

Jiang Lingyu glanced at Ye Jingrong, Ye Jingrong felt that under Jiang Lingyu's eyes, everything could not be hidden, and he felt like he was standing in front of Jiang Lingyu without clothes and at a loss, and his face turned red unconsciously.

Jiang Lingyu had a wicked smile on his face, leaned over to Ye Jingrong's delicate face, and blew softly into Ye Jingrong's ear as he spoke, "I have shed a lot of blood, and now I feel very tired, can you let me sleep on your fragrant shoulder for a while." ”

Ye Jingrongyu's face was as red as blood, and her voice was like a mosquito: "But... OK. ”

Suddenly, Jiang Lingyu's arm pulled Ye Jingrong hard, hugged Ye Jingrong into his arms, and at the same time, he turned around and flashed a flying bullet.

Bang!!!

A few gunshots shattered the stillness of the plane.

Not far away, there were several black people, holding American-made Colt M1911 pistols, who had launched a surprise attack just now, and their target was Ye Jingrong, who was carrying a camera.

At the same time, one of the nearest black men had a bloody hole in the center of his head and fell directly to the ground.

Jiang Lingyu just wanted to rush out and kill the remaining terrorist militants, but when he saw Lin Changliang and his team members draw out the pistol on their waists, Lin Changliang also smiled at Jiang Lingyu and said, "Leave these to us." ”

Since Lin Changliang and the others were interested, Jiang Lingyu didn't force it, but turned to look at Ye Jingrong, who was trembling a little in his arms, and said with concern: "It's okay, are you hurt?" As he spoke, a hand wrapped around Ye Jingrong's waist and slowly rubbed it.

Ye Jingrong is a war correspondent, often rushing to the battlefield, although he recalled that he was a little scared just now, but his mood quickly calmed down.

Apricot eyes glared at Jiang Lingyu coquettishly, and Ye Jingrong broke free from Jiang Lingyu's arms.

"I'm fine, thank you, you saved me again. Ye Jingrong's tone was very soft.

After a burst of gunshots, the remaining black gunmen also died under the guns of Lin Changliang and his teammates.

After all, Lin Changliang is the special forces king of the Northwest Military Region of China, and he is not a little stronger than ordinary people in terms of skill and marksmanship.

In the future, there will be a chance to join the special high bureau, when he will be exposed to some secrets, and his martial arts will also improve by leaps and bounds.

At the airport, it was because there were too many terrorist militants, and it was difficult to defeat them with two fists, and after killing these people, Lin Changliang led the team members to the other cabins, and he wanted to make sure that there were no terrorist militants.

Jiang Lingyu said with a smile on his face, "I'm going to sleep." ”

Ye Jingrong bit her red lip lightly, and generously walked to the plane seat and sat down, looking directly at Jiang Lingyu with her eyes.

The charm is charming, with Ye Jingrong's unique temperament, if it is an ordinary person, he will definitely be ashamed of himself, and he thinks that Ye Jingrong is a fairy in the world, and he can only watch from a distance and not play blasphemous.

But Jiang Lingyu is not an ordinary person, he walked to the seat next to Ye Jingrong and sat down without any psychological pressure, and gently rested his head on Ye Jingrongxiang's shoulder.

Jiang Lingyu has been in Kadani for three or four days, and he has been busy, originally thinking that he could return to Huaxia safely after completing things, but he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen.

At this time, he was already a little tired, pillowing Ye Jingrong's soft fragrant shoulders, smelling the charming fragrance that came to the tip of his nose, Jiang Lingyu fell asleep after a while.

Ye Jingrong felt the scorching manly breath around his neck, and felt a little panicked in his heart, hearing the sound of Jiang Lingyu's even breathing, Ye Jingrong turned his head and looked at Jiang Lingyu carefully.

He didn't look very old, his complexion was very fair, he could be compared to himself, he had short fine hair, but his face was small, which made people look like he was a minor, and he would definitely not be more than twenty years old.

He looks thin and gives a very energetic feeling, looking very thin, but his body is very strong under his clothes.

When Jiang Lingyu lifted his clothes just now, Ye Jingrong looked at his figure, the muscles were not very obvious, but they gave people a feeling that it was just right, as if a little more, a little less, would destroy the beauty of his body.

A sentence sounded in his ears, which made Ye Jingrong's heart ripple.

"Little sister, meeting is fate, relying on friends when you go out, I really want to be your friend, don't refuse. ”

Ye Jingrong looked at Jiang Lingyu's sleeping face and muttered: "Meeting is fate, I don't know if it's fate, little villain." ”