What Liancheng Yazhi did not expect was that this time, Jian Jie actually agreed and said, " "Alright, Yingluo, not gentle, not virtuous, not pretty, Yingluo, I don't want Yingluo."
Liancheng Yazhi wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Fine, isn't she just gentle, virtuous, and beautiful? I'll find you a bunch of Pixiu for this kind of woman!"
the two of them spoke intermittently as they walked. the body on the simple back had been shot countless times. if those shots had been aimed at him, he would have died many times over.
Liancheng Yazhi turned back to look at the dense artillery fire in the distance. The enemy had already begun to push forward.
behind them, chen li and qian feiyue were carrying the unconscious kang zhen. only mu weibai was taking on the task of blocking them. it was very difficult for him, but he had no choice. he could only endure.
