Min Zhuang'er continued to wait for Min Zexi and Tan Mi'er, as well as Xiao Xueqiu's group of three.

A dilapidated border town, so quiet that there is not a trace of wind.

And at this moment, faintly, she heard the sound of car engines in the distance, on the west slope, and the sound of "Wu Tutu" in the distance, whistling one after another.

Hey, it's finally here.......

Min Zhuang'er finally landed on the ground, sorted out the small purple wreath in her hand, and turned her head to look at it with a smile.

At that moment, Min Zhuang'er's smile froze.

The purple wreath in the hand of the "......" fell to the ground.

The still platform, the dilapidated afterimage, like a movie freeze-frame.

At both ends of the platform, there was a person standing, the person on this side was Min Zhuang'er, but the person over there was not Min Zexi, let alone Xiao Xueqiu.

The man stared at her deadly, the surprise, fear, complexity, dodging in the eyes of his prey, and he had an unobstructed view, which also aroused the uneasiness that had been dormant for a long time.

Min Zhuang'er took a step back, and the man took a step forward, his military boots clattering on the ground.

Min Zhuang'er was frightened and looked at Jun Xiaoyan, who had already changed into a fruit green camouflage uniform.

The first time I saw him jungle dressed.

A long string of champagne-colored bullets hung from his chest to his shoulders, his short caliper-headed hair was re-cut, and he was holding a carbine semi-automatic, tall military boot, and the whole person exuded an authoritarian killing atmosphere in all directions.

The two looked at each other, motionless, but a group of well-trained extremists, armed with weapons and sulfur bombs, divided into two teams, ran past Min Zhuang'er in a neat row, and surrounded the two-story building where Nan Dusk was located.

Min Zhuang'er was still stiff and motionless in place, stiff and dazed under extreme shock, making her so numb that she couldn't speak.

Those extremists surrounded the small building where Nan Dusk was located in an instant, and waited for Jun Xiaoyan to give the next order.

Dozens of guns, well-trained aimed at the building in the South Dusk, the fragrance of the food inside faintly entered Jun Xiaoyan's nose.

"Don't....... Don't shoot....... Min Zhuang'er was silent, his voice trembling, his teeth chattering.

"Do you know how I got here?" Jun Xiaoyan had already taken sonorous steps at this moment, walked in front of Zhuang'er, looked down at her, and smiled on his handsome face.

"It's a good day, you hid here for me, and I flew with my enemy."

Min Zhuang'er didn't speak, he looked at Jun Xiaoyan blankly, and the demon's smile was reflected in his pupils.

It was the first time she had seen him in a jungle suit, and she didn't know that the scorching sun had carved the fine lines on his face, magnifying all the cruelty and ruthlessness.

A certain fauvist sentiment dormant in him was about to be carried forward henceforth with a bloodthirsty nature to applaud depraved humanity.

Jun Xiaoyan glanced at the purple wreath on the ground, his sexy thin lips slightly outlined a cold-blooded arc, and the man seemed to be smiling and staring at the beautiful prey that was close at hand.

He was much taller than her, so he bent down slightly, and he put his thin lips to her ear and asked softly, "Your daughter is in my hand." ”

The little snowball is in Jun Xiaoyan's hand.......

There was a crash in my head......

When the mother can bear this, Min Zhuang'er's eyes immediately turned dark, one staggered, his feet were weak, and he was hugged into his arms by Jun Xiaoyan.

"Don't hurt my daughter....... You..... Finally...... What do you want to do......." Min Zhuang'er wanted to cry without tears, and tried her best to break free from the shackles of men, covering her face, dazed.