The white leather shoes on the feet were covered with dirty muddy water, and insects were crawling around on the feet.

Lu Ling's voice was dumb, and the distance from Byron was getting farther and farther and farther frightened, and she wanted to run to catch up, but suddenly tripped over the vine under her feet, and her small body fell into the swamp next to her.

"Brother!"

One hand grabbed her arm and dragged her up, throwing her into a puddle.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" It was mud and water, and Lu Ling, who choked on the stinging throat, had red eyes, and she stubbornly hugged Byron's booted calf, "Don't leave me." ”

Anyone who knows Byron knows that this man is the top soldier in solo combat, and there is no one who flies in the sky and swims in the sea.

Of course, it is also known to enjoy it, and at the end of each mission, most of the mercenary money is spent on the tourist resort of Lasga.

He never thought about what his life would be like in the future, for him, it was not on the way to kill, it was waiting to be killed. Therefore, he never finds himself a burden.

But this one in front of you, tsk.

He crouched down and lifted Lu Ling's chin, his wicked gaze slitting over her doll-like little face and the black pupils and black hair characteristic of the Chinese.

Looking at her posture of wanting to shed tears again, he shook her in the water, "As long as you are not afraid of death, then follow me, but there is one thing I will tell you first - no matter which rich lady's daughter you used to be, and no matter how powerful your parents are, as long as you follow me, then you have to forget about them all, everything obeys my orders, even if it is in a dream, you can only answer me, yes!" ”

The man standing by the puddle was tall and long-legged, and his uninhibited eyebrows and eyes had a demagogic flavor that he didn't even know about.

Lu Ling looked at him blankly, looked up with a soft baby fat face and asked, "Then what do I call you?" ”

"Whatever."

"Brother." Lu Ling looked up at Byron with a smile, in her memory, there was always a very good person who often gave her good food and asked her to call her brother.

Her name is Brother Byron, and he must be very good to herself.

For this title, Byron only raised an eyebrow.

He pulled out a dagger from his other boot that was exactly the same as his own and threw it to Lu Ling, "Little ghost, welcome to Fuyao." ”

"What is Fuyao?"

"Shake and shake, and those who go up with the horns are 90,000 miles."

"I don't understand."

"I don't know either, as long as I can memorize it." Anyway, the boss who is said to be from the oldest family in China only has convulsions from time to time to make people explain: Let's talk about it then.

Byron Heinrichty slipped through the dripping deer, and the two hurried side by side in the dangerous rainforest.

Before nightfall, a helicopter with a roaring propeller hovered over the woods and threw a rope ladder.

"Hey, you kid really isn't dead, I'm going to pick up just two bones and go back."

A Caucasian man with a full beard and long curly hair and muscles like a hill sticks his head out of the cabin, his thick lips like a hot dog eaten by Lu Ling.

She shrank behind Byron in fear, but he grabbed her armpit like a chick, and grabbed the rope ladder with her other hand: "Hurry up, get out of this damn place, I think I'm getting moldy,!" ”

The hoarse voice spreads out in the wind, like a goshawk roaming in the sky, yearning for freedom and the wind.

Byron would not have imagined that this little thing in his arms would one day become his only bond, his pride, his unruliness, all for her to be removed.