Turn out bad?
Hearing this, Zhou Yao stood up straight, put his hands on his belt, and licked his dry lips. He showed a bloodthirsty smile. "Is that so? Then I must definitely give it a try."
"Zhou Yao!" Leng Zhiyuan gave a low cry.
He slowly looked over to the side. That pair of bright, narrow eyes fixed on her face as he stretched out his right hand to pat her little face. "Why, afraid to become a widow?"
Leng Zhiyuan slapped his hand away. He was still in the mood to joke at such a time!
"Six minutes. If I don't come back, you all will attack southwest. Recruit 2 will be the vanguard. Recruit 6 will be at the rear. You will proceed by crawling, and try your best to keep your lives while buying us some time." He walked off once he finished giving his men the instructions.
"Don't go!" Leng Zhiyuan went forward and grabbed at his waist with her right hand.
