"Who are you seeing?" Subconsciously asked, but as soon as the words came out, the fat man froze, his expression was slightly sluggish, and his eyes bloomed with a glint of light. The image of a person crossed his mind in an instant, dressed in black and masked, with cold and clear eyes. Could it be......

"Where is she? How's your body doing? Did you save it? The fat man's eyes were full of concern, and he looked at Yu Yi and asked a little anxiously.

I was thinking about how I forgot about her. This woman's identity is mysterious, her skills are even more extraordinary, and her flying knife skills are shocking. has a ruthless personality, killing people is like cutting melons and vegetables, and she can be called a contemporary heroine. The point is that through her, the head of the regiment, Mongoali, may be able to be contacted. In that way, the machine repairs these lonely birds that have left the nest are equivalent to finding the mother bird, and can directly obtain future action instructions, and the Mogangzi Mountain Mine Cave can no longer take the risk of sneaking in.

The fat man's train of thought came here, and he suddenly felt refreshed physically and mentally, and the whole person felt a lot more relaxed. But he neglected the important point, it is easy to misunderstand to care about another beautiful woman in front of a beautiful woman, although it is more appropriate to call two beautiful women maidens. For example, now, the beautiful girl in front of him began to doubt the relationship between the two.

The corners of the feather coat's mouth were slightly upturned, as if smiling rather than smiling, full of interest. Gently swaying the delicate body, slowly approaching the fat man, the girl's fragrance came to his nose. The blonde hair shone brightly, and the beautiful face with smooth skin and white jade was getting closer and closer. The big blue eyes flickered twice, and the clear eyes blinked, a little curious, and a little inquisitive.

The fat man subconsciously retreated, his heart pounding. The soft and delicate body that almost touched his body made him a little overwhelmed, his forehead was sweaty, his face was red and his face was tense, and he put on a serious expression, "Yuyi, don't make trouble, if it weren't for that girl, I wouldn't be able to save anyone, and I might not be able to come back there." Tell me where she is and I'll go see her. ”

I feel that the fat man's face is red, and he looks so cute when he is nervous, not like a decisive and neat soldier, but more like a shy boy. With both hands on the arms, the lines are soft and round, the chin is slightly raised, and the arrogant "hum" is soft. The fat man cares about others, what does it have to do with her. What's the hell about that.

So he told the fat man the room where the girl was recuperating. He also specially reminded him that since the girl came here, her injuries have been fully controlled, there is no danger to her life, and the progress of her recovery is not bad, but she has not woken up, as if she has been isolated from external information and closed herself. Hopefully he can find a way.

This situation was a bit unexpected, and the fat man was even more anxious to see her. However, before leaving, please ask Yu Yi to entertain Lin Fan and them. didn't dare to touch the body of the daughter of the eldest lady in the feather coat, stretched out two fingers and dragged her out of the sleeve, and reminded her earnestly like an aunt with a broken mouth, people parachuted here for her, regardless of their lives, and they had to invite people to a meal or something out of politeness. The words are very casual, and he completely puts himself into the role of a small boss. felt that the leisure inn was opened by their family, but it caused Miss Feather to roll her eyes and push him away impatiently.

After taking two steps, the fat man turned his head and turned back, and he didn't know how to get to the basement level. I just came back now, and I haven't seen the middle-aged uncle who opened the shop. At ten o'clock in the morning, I don't know if it's a good time to look at my own store and wander around, and I don't know that it's dangerous outside? They are all middle-aged, which is too worry-free.

At this time, the middle-aged uncle, who was talking to Dr. David in the Holy Hospital, suddenly felt a fever at the root of his ear, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch it, it was a little hot, and it must be red. Dr. David smiled and told him that someone was thinking about him, maybe a handsome little widow, and told him to hurry back to the store and seize the opportunity to have a second spring. The middle-aged uncle almost raised a mechanical leg and kicked the old man in front of him.

He is here for business, and tomorrow Dr. David will take the medical team to the Mogangzi Mountain Mine to check the health of the Imperial soldiers stationed there. The middle-aged uncle wondered if he could take advantage of this opportunity to get in, so he came over to discuss with Dr. David. When it came to business, Dr. David stopped joking, got up and closed the door, and closed the blinds. The two whispered a whisper.

If the fat man knew that the middle-aged uncle didn't care about his own business and ran outside every day to work for their affairs, and he was still slandering people behind his back, I don't know if he would blush with shame. It is estimated that it is enough to choke, and the flesh on his face is thick, even if it is red, he can't see it. If it's a shameful deer hitting your heart or something, it's pretty much the same, an innocent boy!

Just like when he once touched Miss Beauty's tight and elastic thighs in the car, or when he was approached by Miss Feather Coat's delicate body before, his face was as red as a monkey's belly, and the young man's psychology and physiology couldn't stand the stimulation......

……

On the basement floor, after going down the corridor, the innermost room on the left hand side is ...... Feather's words still echoed in his ears. Following the path that Feather Cole told him, he went down to the basement floor through the secret passage in the closet, and the fat man found the room accurately. The door is closed.

The fat man's hand was just about to twist on the doorknob, when his movement suddenly froze. Inexplicably, a few sharp willow leaf flying knives flashed through his mind. I remembered the thin, narrow cuts on the necks of those who died under the throwing knives. The fat man didn't dare to go in, and slowly raised his left hand and stroked his own neck. He didn't even realize it when he made this move. When he realized it, he quickly shook his hand away, and he startled himself. The unlucky ones were all frightened by the woman inside.

What are you afraid of, what is there to be afraid of? Even if the woman inside was rescued, with her injuries, it would be enough to choke on the knife again. Deal...... Well, it's a big deal to do it first and scrap her arm. Then he asked...... Torture...... Inquire...... Consult...... Request...... Anyway, anyway, we have to figure out where Head Mongoali is at the moment.

Well, that's all! The fat man cheered himself up. Besides, hasn't she woken up for the past few days, so there's no need to be afraid. Reach out and put it on the brass doorknob again, clench it tightly, take a deep breath, and ...... hard Gently twisting downward, click, the door opened, carefully pushed open the gap, held my breath, listened carefully to the movement inside, there was a somewhat choking smell of disinfectant water, it was quiet inside, there was no sound at all.

Squeak, the door shaft should be dripping with oil, this movement is really annoying. What should I do if it's too loud and alarming? The fat man stopped there, listened carefully, but still didn't move, and then gently pushed the door open, and tiptoed in.

The room was very clean and tidy. The furnishings are simple and elegant. The lights are not too bright, some pale cyan, which is good for the injured. Excessively bright, irritating lights are not conducive to recovery.

The room is in the middle of the room and has a bed. On the bed lay a long-haired girl with her eyes closed. Goose egg face, because of the emaciation appears to have a pointed chin. A pair of slightly curved eyebrows, delicately trimmed. The bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips take on a faint pink and almost white gray color. It is estimated that it is due to lack of water, so the lips that should be soft and moisturized are not only dry and peeling, but also have extra fine folds that seem to be strangled with threads. The skin is very good, smooth and soft, but it is too fair, it is the kind of sickly pale that is very cold, white and translucent, and even the blood vessels under the skin are faintly visible. It has a faint cyan color.

The fat man had seen quite a few pretty girls, but the girl in bed was unlike anything he had seen before. Although he just lies there quietly, he feels very cold, the kind of indifference that comes from his bones, and just looking at his face gives people a sense of alienation that rejects people for thousands of miles and does not allow people to enter. If she was awake, that cold sense of alienation must have been even stronger.

He had never seen this face, but the fat man was sure for the first time, this was the masked woman in black who wanted to take off her face towel but didn't dare to do it. It's just that I didn't expect her to be so young, and she definitely doesn't look more than twenty years old. The ruthless, deadly Rakshasa woman is lying there now, completely an ordinary girl without any threat. Even if she mentions what she has done to others now, it is estimated that no one will believe it.

The fat man brought a chair with one hand, quietly placed it on the side of the bed, and sat down slowly. With his hands on his knees, he sat upright, and he was scrutinizing the girl. The eyes are clear, without a hint of blasphemy.

He was thinking, thinking about all the girls he had seen over the years. Beautiful, ugly, temperamental, educated, rude, innocent, immature or coquettish or delicate or delicate or gentle or cold or beautiful or ugly faces quickly turn the pages from his mind frame by frame, but these faces never brought him any touch.

But the face in front of me was different, because when I came in just now, I saw her for the first time, and I didn't know why, and I beat hard, as if I had been knocked with a heavy hammer. There was an indescribable feeling that had never been felt before. Like the wind sweeping the water and swinging waves, a wave pushing a wave. This feeling seemed to be out of his control, pulling him, wanting to wake up the girl in the bed, wanting to talk to her, wanting to hear her voice, wanting to see her cold eyes, wanting to see her heroic posture throwing knives, thinking a lot.

But he was afraid that she would wake up, because if he woke up, he wouldn't know what to say to those eyes. I'm even more afraid that once she leaves, she will never see her again.

All the thoughts before coming, what the regiment commander, and what follow-up instructions and tasks are all gone.

Suddenly, the little finger of the girl's left hand, which was flat beside her, moved slightly, the fat man was wandering, he didn't notice, he was sorting out his more and more chaotic thoughts, he noticed that he seemed to be a little abnormal, this look was not good, he didn't like the feeling of being out of control. But I don't want to give up, it's very contradictory.

What's wrong with you? The fat man couldn't figure out the reason and scratched his hair irritably.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and his eyes met a pair of cold eyes, black and white, cold as ice, and as cold as frost.

In a trance, a sharp lancet appeared in front of him, the tip of the knife flashed cold, and the sharp breath was piercing, and the target was his neck.

The fat man subconsciously dodged, plopped, the chair fell backwards, he also followed his head and planted himself on the ground, the back of his head hurt badly, and he suddenly came back to his senses, his face was flushed, he got up in a panic, nervously at a loss, he didn't even have time to help up the chair, and hurriedly said hello, "Are you awake?" ”