"Now you're satisfied, aren't you? Richelieu? Xiao Xuan's fluttering voice was like a soul-chasing spell, playing repeatedly in Richelieu's mind. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Richelieu was washed with warm tears, and his misty vision could not see the white fingers stroking the chess pieces. The sudden truth shattered her reserve, and the holy god of war suddenly lowered his head, his blonde hair fell, and he began to cry, causing a group of people to stand up and look curiously.

Sharp fragments of memories poured in, cutting Richelieu to the core:

"I'm left with you alone. I really want to be friends with you, to take a closer look at your gestures, to learn your words and conversations, to figure out why Michael chose you in the first place, and why she had you in her plans. She cried.

"Who said it wasn't a friend, did I dislike you, what are you crying about? You, a fairy-like girl, want to be friends with you all day long, and the people who want to chase you can be stuffed with a reinforced company, and I can't wait to be the company commander. It's obviously a goddess, what are you crying about? Zhuang Yan wiped her tears.

"What is a goddess? I said, I'm just a tool. ”

"A goddess is a person who is good-looking, has a good heart, and is willing to believe in others and herself. A goddess is someone who everyone wants to chase, but no one can chase. ”

"Are you flirting with me? If you're going to flirt, I'm going to ask Victorio because you're her boyfriend. ”

"It's not! This is a note at most, how is it flirting? No! You've gone too far, you've gone too far! I'm comforting you! Zhuang Yan looked at the serious Richelieu with a pale face and shouted: "Don't tell Veneto!" ”

She still remembered the gentleness of Zhuang Yan bending her index finger to wipe her tears. Today, she finally understood the reason why Michael chose Zhuang Yan, but she never saw the person who wiped her tears for her again.

That person will soothe the grief of others with rhetoric; When coaxing her, she said, "You are a goddess, not a tool." So he liberated Richelieu, turned himself into a tool of Michael, charged in the arranged fate, like a loyal servant who died and left himself, and completed a tool life with all his might. It's as if the saint saved the princess on the altar because he sacrificed himself to the greedy gods.

The most beautiful fairy tales in the world are inevitably soothed in the end. The romance of the liver and intestines has to be paid for without complaint.

Xiao Xuan hated Richelieu, because only she knew that Zhuang Yan's clues, motives, determinations, and aspirations all came from Richelieu's sermon-style guidance.

This gave Richelieu a taste of self-inflicted poignancy.

She held her face and cried in a mess, her white gloves wet; The overwhelming nostalgia and reluctance are like a tsunami shooting head-on, and there is no reason to want to cry happily. When she put her heart down, she realized that if she had a choice, even if she disobeyed the noble Michael, she would not want to lose Zhuang Yan.

This unexpected epiphany left Richelieu with regret, and she forgot to cry as a child in reserve.

Xiao Xuan didn't expect Richelieu to collapse. Seeing the goddess who lowered her head and covered her face crying blonde hair trembling, Xiao Xuan couldn't help but reach out, gently straighten the long hair on the side of Richelieu's face, revealing her crimson cheeks, and comforted lightly: "It's all over...... This is what the section chief wants to do, so let him go. ”

"No way!" Richelieu raised his head and shouted, tears splashed, and his eyes were red and he stomped his feet: "It just doesn't work!" She scrambled to her feet, frantically pushed away the passers-by, and ran out with her blonde hair fluttering, her saber bouncing behind her waist, completely oblivious.

Xiao Xuan looked at Richelieu's back numbly, and suddenly thought that Richelieu was the most painful person. Her face was pale, and her eyes were scattered, thinking that people really can't understand each other. Zhuang Yan did this for Richelieu, but he didn't know that Richelieu would cry.

Who is to blame?

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On the surface of the base, three helicopter gunships were poised on the tarmac, and the wind from the huge rotors set off a continuous wave of sand.

Two hundred special infantrymen armed to the teeth surrounded the elevator exit with guns. The exit is extended by a makeshift laser-scanned corridor that is ten meters long, and if there are units in the exit that need to be destroyed, the corridor is immediately closed, and the Prisoner Kill Party is immediately in action.

In the tense gaze, a classical beauty who was ethereal and dusty stepped out of the crowd and bowed lightly to Wei Dongxian in the corridor: "Yixian, welcome back safely." ”

Yat-sen's hair was coiled in a graceful and elegant bun, and a radar step swayed and swayed in his ears; The sexy sleeveless red cheongsam pulls out the glamorous thin waist. The cheongsam wrapped around the delicate buttocks came to an abrupt end, leaving a dazzlingly white long leg. Barefoot and stepping on cool embroidered shoes, the legs are round and symmetrical, and they are beautiful. The cheongsam is cut to the waist, and the front and back two pages of skirts are tied by two bows, which makes people look forward to the beautiful scenery of the skirt pages fluttering after the red rope is released.

This is a member of the prisoner hunting team under the Ninth Special Service Division, Zhan Ji Yat-sen. Wei Dongxian had long known that there would be heavyweights to protect him, but he didn't expect that it was the person he was most familiar with.

"It's a bit of a hassle, because you have to scan the prisoner's trail to prevent it from escaping." Yatsen explained. Ten meters behind her, three force field charging cannons were already tense.

Wei Dongxian ignored the terrifying weapon aimed at him and turned his head to look at the base behind him.

At this time, the earth shook gently, and the landmark shook imperceptibly. Wei Dongxian's eyes were confused, and she stared back at the elevator with a sloppy gaze, and floated a reluctant smile: "You scan...... I wish the prisoner had followed me quietly. ”

Yixian tilted his head and frowned, confused but did not ask, turned around and ordered the tracking team to complete the inspection, and then came up with concern to hold Wei Dongxian's cold hand, and said softly, "Get on the plane." The Hercules Heavy Transport Plane carrying hibernation equipment has stopped at the airport, so please go into hibernation right away. The Prime Minister is very worried about your safety. ”

"Hibernation!?" Wei Dongxian asked rhetorically, and forcefully withdrew the five fingers in Yixian's hand, "Someone is fighting to the death, how can I hibernate at this time!" ”

The eyes of the heavily armed troops were turned on, and the guns were already moving towards the exit of the corridor, intentionally or unintentionally. Their tense nerves are always ready for a sudden battle.

Yat-sen sensed the vigilance of his subordinates. These men who survived the baptism of blood and fire would not hesitate to open fire on the prisoners, suppressing them back to the base as they tried to escape—no matter how delicate the golden branches and jade leaves stood in the firenet.

"Yes, this is a compromise submitted by the executive officer of the first column of the Ninth Special Service Division. Before the antibiotic that can save you is developed, you must go into the hibernation chamber and use absolute cold to inhibit the activity of bacteria in order to buy you time to survive and help you survive until the day the special medicine is introduced. Yixian's face turned crimson in a hurry, and he spoke extremely quickly, looking at Wei Dongxian pleadingly: "The earlier you hibernate, the higher the survival rate will be, so you are the first, so I only appeared here two hours early!" Dongxian, you can't be willful anymore, this is different from running away from marriage! The Prime Minister has broken your heart, you have to hibernate right away, and the white-haired man sends the black-haired man's words......"

Yixian bit her lip, stared at Wei Dongxian, who was sad, and still said: "A white-haired person sends a black-haired person, that is a big unfilial piety." (To be continued.) )