After handing over the evacuated expatriates with the head of the navy and embassy in the port, several helicopters that rushed back were also safely evacuated and converged.

At the end of this rescue operation, the team members who should have been happy were all immersed in silence.

No one rejoiced in the aftermath of the catastrophe as the diaspora, and no one breathed a sigh of relief at the completion of the mission.

Behind him, there is a battlefield filled with gunpowder, war and peace, life and death, are only a thin line.

Sitting on the helicopter, Yun Xi carefully bandaged Mu Feichi's wounds, the propeller noise was loud, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was quiet but rarely relaxed.

Yun Xi changed the dressing for Mu Feichi's explosion wound all the way, and she didn't notice that Xiao Jinglin on the other side kept staring at her, but Mu Feichi could see it clearly, and the more she looked at it, the more gloomy her face became.

No matter what Xiao Jinglin came here for in person, he didn't have the heart to investigate it at this time, but it was his little girl, who came out this time, whether it was military strategy or response, it was far calmer than he imagined.

After experiencing the baptism of the battlefield, no matter who it is, that heart can no longer be as thorough as it was at the beginning.

In the past two years, he has carefully protected her, just to guard this exquisite heart.

But in the end, she went to the battlefield because of him.

Even if he knew in his heart that the woman he Mu Feichi couldn't be an ordinary person, he still couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

Thinking of the child who was sniped by her shot, his mind was full of the figure running towards him, his face was full of oil paint and dust, and he said to him with a murderous aura, Mu Feichi, I'm here.

She came, she came for him, she told him that with him, there was no fear of death or death.

After so many years on the battlefield, he has never been afraid of life and death, and he can't count how much blood has been stained on these hands.

She alone is the last bit of color in his gray world, and her last faith.

Feeling the coldness around Mu Feichi's body, Yun Xi lowered his eyes and looked at him holding his hand tightly, lifted the other one that was still covered with blood, and patted it gently, the soft force magically calmed his emotions.

She could more or less guess what Mu Feichi was thinking, this time when he came back from the battlefield, his mood was not right all the way, and if she thought about it carefully, she knew what it was for.

When she sniped the kid in town, she heard him sigh helplessly.

This isn't the first time she's killed someone, and it's not the first time she's been fired, the only difference is that it's a child.

But in that second, she fired without any hesitation.

Between Mu Feichi and this child who has been brainwashed by war and terrorist attacks, she will only choose to fight side by side with herself and swear to protect her man.

With compassion in mind, we live to die.

She is such a person, she was reborn, and she can't always be a simple silly white sweet for revenge.

How can things be as good as they should be, but they must be worthy of their hearts.

At the airport of a neighboring country, the group got on Xiao Jinglin's private plane and waited for the captain to change the route and fly back to China first.

Only then did Mu Feichi raise his eyes to look at Xiao Jinglin, who was staring at Yun Xi and him tightly, and joked with a half-smile: "I haven't seen Uncle Jing out of the mountain for many years, it's really not easy!" ”

Xiao Jinglin glanced at him lightly, didn't bother with him, turned his head to look at Yun Xi, opened the zipper of his coat pocket, carefully took out the velvet box hidden inside, opened it and handed it over.

"Girl, is this bracelet yours?"

Yun Xi glanced at the velvet box in his hand, took it slightly stunned, and raised his head in some surprise.

"This is what my cousin gave me back some time ago, saying that I wore it on my hand when I was a child, and it was later taken away by my aunt. This bracelet doesn't look like an ordinary family bracelet, there is a special pattern in it, with my understanding of my mother, she should not let me take such a valuable thing to the countryside, is it something I wore when I was a child, I have to go back and ask my uncle to know. ”

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